193: Chapter 77: The Genteel and Easy-Going Li Dazhi 193: Chapter 77: The Genteel and Easy-Going Li Dazhi Elder Xiao is giving gifts to Master?
Li Ping’an, with his hands clasped behind his back, stood at the edge of the building-like boat, watching Elder Xiao, who was surrounded by a group of female immortals on the adjacent boat, as well as Qing Su, whom Elder Xiao was holding by the hand.
After a few years, Elder Xiao’s style of dress had ‘restrained’ significantly.
Today, she too was wearing a thick, long dress, rather than just a few layers of silk gauze.
However, Xiaoyue’s light gold long dress was obviously designed with great care, with every detail carefully calculated to showcase her perfect figure to the fullest extent;
The immortals around her became mere backdrops, like peonies blooming among a bed of lotuses.
Xiaoyue’s gaze swept towards this side.
Li Ping’an revealed a slight smile and greeted her from afar with a cupped-hand salute.
The gentle and soft voice of Xiaoyue came over:
“I thought Ping’an, my dear nephew, would be by Qing Su Immortal’s side.
I didn’t expect to come up empty-handed.
Immortal Qing Su, please accept these clothes, I had them made especially for you.
“I was going to greet Ping’an, but I won’t bother you any further.”
Qing Su looked towards Li Ping’an with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
She was not asking if she could accept the gift—she was the master, after all, capable of making such minor decisions;
Qing Su was merely asking Li Ping’an whether he wanted to allow Xiaoyue to come over.
If Li Ping’an shook his head, Qing Su would instantly seal this upright True Immortal, who could use Bewitching Techniques, right in her place.
Li Ping’an replied with a smile, “I wouldn’t dare to expect Elder Xiao’s greetings, as a disciple I shall go and pay my respects.”
“There’s no need,” said Xiaoyue, her phoenix eyes smiling, “it’s quieter on your side, and I have some matters to discuss with you concerning the Magic Artifacts of Castcloud Hall.”
With those words, Xiaoyue flew forward on a cloud.
Li Ping’an winked at Master Qing Su, signaling that she didn’t need to block Xiaoyue.
In the presence of eight hundred immortals, Li Ping’an respectfully offered a cupped-hand salute to Xiaoyue, who took on the air of an elder.
She proactively extended the invitation and, under the scrutiny of immortal senses from all around, took Li Ping’an into that cabin for the second time, activating several layers of immortal power barriers.
Ningning Mu went to speak but stopped herself.
‘Is this really appropriate?
This elder is far too enchanting.’
Inside the cabin, Xiaoyue immediately suppressed her smile, frowned, and looked at Li Ping’an, sighing: “Didn’t you look at the Jade Talisman I sent you?”
“Then why bring so many immortals with such fanfare?
Xiaoyue exhaled and said:
“Sea Watch Sect, Forge-Heaven Gate, none are easy to deal with; a head-on clash is bound to lead to loss.
“I had thought you would persuade your father to give up on this journey.”
“My father yearned to venture out after being quiet for so long, how could I, his son, possibly control him?”
“Perhaps Elder Xiao should take a moment to sit by my father’s side.
We’ll just handle things as they come.”
“You make it sound so easy!”
Xiaoyue spoke earnestly:
“Right now, the whole East Continent is watching this matter.
Immortals of Sea Watch Sect are eager to clash with us up ahead.
Forge-Heaven Gate’s immortals have even vowed to teach us a lesson.
“While Wanyun Sect has earned quite a bit of Spirit Stones in recent years, compared to such big sects, our foundation is still far too shallow.
“If my father is insulted today, should our Wanyun Sect retaliate or not?”
Li Ping’an laughed and said:
“Elder Xiao, I think you’re a little too worried.
Please have faith in my father.”
“Oh?” Xiaoyue glanced at Li Ping’an’s eyes, “Did you and your father have another adventure without telling me?”
“There was no adventure,” Li Ping’an said earnestly, “but my father always says that there should be justice in this world.”
Xiaoyue was momentarily at a loss for words.
Li Ping’an laughed: “You should go and speak with my father.
It’s somewhat inappropriate to chat alone with me, a mere disciple.”
“I will not,” Xiaoyue snorted, “Everyone says I’m your father’s lackey and that I have used dishonorable methods to win your father’s support.
Going there is just asking to be scolded.”
Just as Li Ping’an was about to continue persuading, several shouts came from outside the cabin.
“Yuan Sect’s mountain gate is right ahead!”
“Immortals from Sea Watch Sect are coming; let’s be careful!”
“It seems today, Sea Watch Sect wants to compete with us!
“How dare they bully our Wanyun Sect!”
Li Ping’an and Xiaoyue exchanged glances; both got up, dispelled the immortal power barriers, and rushed to the outside of the cabin.
The mountain gate of Yuan Sect was next to two other smaller sects.
From a distance, the three semi-transparent arrays enveloping over twenty mountains looked quite magnificent.
Compared to Wanyun Sect, Yuan Sect had much fewer disciples; within its ranks, there were only about twenty Heavenly Immortals and three to four hundred other immortals.
In the last few thousand years, Yuan Sect had been actively recruiting disciples in order to elevate the sect’s strength.
However, the East Continent was vast, and there were not many regions from which Yuan Sect could select disciples.
Plus, without an Immortal Seedling Nursery like the Immortal Dynasty’s, the number of their disciples never really grew.
A branch hall of Castcloud Hall could be considered Yuan Sect’s opportunity to grow and strengthen, and they valued it tremendously.
They had put on their biggest show in ten thousand years:
Every disciple was mobilized, and the mountain gate was flooded with lanterns and festoons.
Looking southwest from within Yuan Sect’s mountain gate, three enormous Cloud Boats pierced the sky, with Wanyun Sect’s banners fluttering on their poles.
Behind the large Cloud Boats of Wanyun Sect trailed over a hundred more Cloud Boats of various shapes and sizes.
At a glance, these immortals, who came to enjoy the excitement, genuinely looked as if they were guarding Wanyun Sect’s immortals.
The Mountain Protection Array of Yuan Sect twinkled gently and then slowly faded away.
Several disciples of Yuan Sect ascended into the sky in batches.
Twelve Heavenly Immortals, dressed in ancient robes, lined up and bowed distantly toward the three Cloud Boats of Wanyun Sect.