Immortal Father
Chapter 952 - 952 332 Slayer of the Emperor Alliance!

952: Chapter 332: Slayer of the Emperor Alliance!

[Seeking Monthly Pass] 952: Chapter 332: Slayer of the Emperor Alliance!

[Seeking Monthly Pass] In the medium-sized Silver Shuttle returning to the main world,

Li Ping’an slumped in an armchair, meticulously reading the scriptures his master had just given him.

He really wanted to explain to his master that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to make a breakthrough, but that he didn’t dare to.

With the absence of the Six Great Masters at home, and facing the severed-head tribulation from the Heavenly Emperor ahead, his true realm during the tribulation would be above the Golden Immortal Realm, in the Dao Realm, manifested only as an executioner without a head.

Burning the White Robe and temporarily suppressing his realm were all to delay such a calamity.

—The so-called dire tribulation was a prediction spontaneously derived by the Heavenly Dao, indicating a high probability of future occurrences, merely as a warning to him.

Everything was subject to change.

‘Three thousand minor worlds, the Chaos Sea beyond, a vast Sea of Blood beneath, infinite secret domains in the Desolate Era…

How long would it take to find that executioner?’

Li Ping’an sighed softly.

Qing Su, seated nearby on another armchair, slightly turned her head; Li Ping’an quickly revered his attention to the text.

Qing Su nodded with satisfaction, seriously advising, “Cultivation is fundamental, maintaining the Dao Realm is crucial; overly relying on the Heavenly Dao will eventually carry a price.

Use this opportunity to deepen your understanding of The Great Dao.”

“Yes, Disciple understands.”

Only a few figures were inside the Silver Shuttle.

Not far from Qing Su, on a soft couch, Guilingling was covered with a blanket embroidered with a Great Turtle Shell, wearing an eye mask and a sleep cap tailored for her by Li Ping’an, sound asleep.

Behind the screen next to the couch, Immortal Huanglong was engaged in a game of chess and conversation with Luo Xuejing.

As the prominent trusted aide of the Heavenly Emperor from the famous Misty Realm of the starry river, Xing He, it was natural for them to accompany the journey.

However, Feng Tingzhu and Feng Zhansiang, just like Zi Yao Xianzi, due to their celestial duties and military positions at the Heavenly Court, did not follow this time but stayed to serve.

Especially Zi Yao.

Her importance to the Heavenly Court was gradually increasing.

Li Ping’an now felt that one of them, either he or Zi Yao, must stay at the Heavenly Court, so the other could venture out with peace of mind.

This time, his task was merely to give a lecture at the Heavely Emperor’s School, and he would return in a few days.

There was no need to stay in the main world, hence Ningning Mu remained at the Heavenly Court to focus on her cultivation.

‘Everyone now has their own duties.’

Li Ping’an thought silently while reading the scriptures, but his thoughts gradually drifted away.

The path of all beings always provided him with intriguing insights;

By contacting different creatures, Li Ping’an would garner varied realizations.

Beside his master, Li Ping’an felt surrounded by feathers, a solitary wild goose, or a fluffy white cloud, drifting aimlessly and unrestrained through the world.

While with his Uncle Guiling, Li Ping’an sensed an enduring, seemingly crossing the ends of time, vitality that flowed ceaselessly, like a brook.

But alone with Immortal Huanglong, Li Ping’an felt…

The hardships of life and how difficult it was to live.

Just like that, if he truly became a Dao companion with Shiji in the future, Immortal Huanglong surely couldn’t move to his fiancée’s cave dwelling, right?

Li Ping’an pondered over this odd point.

He obviously had already given Immortal Huanglong many opportunities to gather merit, equivalent to Uncle Guiling’s, yet while Uncle Guiling was almost becoming a ‘Fortune and Auspicious Golden Turtle,’ the streak of bad luck for Immortal Huanglong remained unfilled.

Li Ping’an felt a sense of powerlessness.

Well, that would have to be left to its natural course.

‘Should I visit the Jie Sect or the Chan Teaching on my way back?’

Li Ping’an pondered.

To him, six or seven years was not a short time; he couldn’t afford to lose contact with the Three Teachings of the Daoist Sect.

As for the Human Teachings…

The Great Mage comes without a trace and leaves without a shadow.

Was he going above the ninth heaven to feed cows?

‘It’s not impossible either.’

Ding-ling-ling—

The Jade Talisman on Luo Xuejing’s waist trembled incessantly, the small bell on it emitting a crisp sound.

She gestured for Immortal Huanglong to wait, examined the continuous stream of text emerging from the Jade Talisman, and then turned to report to Li Ping’an.

“Your Majesty, the news has been sent back to the Heavenly Emperor’s School.

It says we will return in about three days, but in reality, we will arrive in the main world two days earlier.”

Li Ping’an nodded slightly.

“Why the misreporting of the time?” Qing Su asked, puzzled.

“Caution is the best policy.”

Li Ping’an spoke slowly:

“The Heavenly Emperor’s School is within the Holy Mother Palace, and not all forces there are friendly to the Human Race.

With the Holy Mother away, who can say for sure whether these forces will be used by the Demon Race or not?

“I had an agreement with my father before; after returning, we’ll first go to Dong’an City.

I reported that our return would be later than the actual time.”

Seeing the continued confusion in his master’s eyes,

Li Ping’an changed his explanation: “Mainly, considering it’s been six or seven years, a lot has been built up in Dong’an City.

Surely there will be plenty of delicious foods and drinks, offering you an opportunity to taste them.”

“That does sound good.”

Qing Su nodded slightly, continuing her meditation and then suddenly said:

“Once there, since there is time, you should visit West Kunlun.”

Li Ping’an paused, “Master, why is that?”

Qing Su replied, “Zi Yao asked for it.”

“That,” Li Ping’an thought for a moment, indeed he should visit Kunlun Mountain.

However, Zi Yao always appeared as a girl of eighteen or nineteen, with a light and gentle demeanor, unmistakably different from the Queen Mother’s beautiful and majestic elder sister of twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

That really was…

quite odd.

“I should take a look indeed,” Li Ping’an sighed, “she not only possesses the fate of an empress, her abilities are also quite extraordinary.

I should indeed discuss the current affairs with her thoroughly.”

Qing Su seemed hesitant, but in the end, said no more, closed her eyes, focused her spirit, and continued her cultivation.