203: Chapter 80: The Overwhelming Might of a Powerful Clan_2 203: Chapter 80: The Overwhelming Might of a Powerful Clan_2 “Please appraise it, senior.”
Li Ping’an stood in a corner, imagining an intense scene:
[Suddenly, melodious sounds rang out as the strings of the Yaoqin vibrated, and from within, three Spirit Treasure-grade penetrating nails flew out!
Although Elder Xu Sheng was prepared, he couldn’t dodge in time.
The protective immortal light around him was breached by the poisonous fog on the nails, and as they penetrated his chest, Elder Xu Sheng spat out blood and sent the True Immortal flying with a palm strike.]
However, in reality, Elder Xu Sheng simply took the Yaoqin, looked down, and gently stroked it.
The strings vibrated, emanating strands of spiritual light.
A three-inch-tall, enchanting young girl danced gracefully above the strings.
Every Immortal in the hall was shocked, and the Wanyun Sect’s Immortals also looked on with envy in their eyes.
This was the strength of the number one Artifact Refining Sect in the East Continent!
They could even bring out Spiritual Treasures for comparison!
The Immortals of Forge-Heaven Gate looked at Li Dazhi with smiles on their faces.
Li Dazhi blinked and gave a simple, honest smile, “We concede!
Losing to Forge-Heaven Gate in artifact refinement is no shame, just as, Forge-Heaven Gate can’t compete with us in the Cloud Control Technique—that’s just the way it is.”
Mo Yunshen smiled and said:
“It would be uninteresting if Grand Wealth Immortal decides to quit .
Since we are all here to exchange pointers, how can one concede without even making a move?
“Surely, Wanyun Sect must have a Spiritual Treasure or two, right?”
However, Li Dazhi replied, “Of course our sect has some Spiritual Treasures, but every one of them has made illustrious contributions to the Wanyun Sect.
To bring them out for comparison would be a bit of a dishonor to their spirit.”
Mo Yunshen narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly understanding the irony in Li Dazhi’s words.
But Mo Yunshen was not angered and continued to move forward at his own pace.
He spoke with a gentle voice:
“I have heard that Grand Wealth Immortal has invented the mass production of artifacts.
The method allows for a continuous output of quality Magic Artifacts.
Our Artifact Refiners in Forge-Heaven Gate have racked their brains but can’t find such a method, which we truly admire.
“Today, please let Grand Wealth Immortal enlighten us on this method.”
“That really isn’t convenient,” Li Dazhi waved his hand, “It concerns the livelihood of the Wanyun Sect making Spirit Stones, and isn’t suitable for disclosure to outsiders.”
An Elder of Forge-Heaven Gate, a Loose Cultivator with a celestial countenance, said with a laugh, “Why must Wanyun Sect hide its delicacies?
If such a method that benefits the Human Race’s Qi Cultivators exists, it should be shared with all sects.
Wanyun Sect would surely be esteemed through the ages.”
Li Dazhi narrowed his eyes and smiled, “If such words came from some country bumpkins, they wouldn’t sound as grating.
You are an Elder of the Heavenly Immortals from Forge-Heaven Gate, with white hair and whiskers, a celestial presence all around—how can you spout such nonsense?
Can Forge-Heaven Gate bring out all the Spiritual Treasures you’ve refined and distribute a few to each of our sects?”
The Loose Cultivators all listened intently while the Immortals of the Wanyun Sect also smiled to themselves.
It was time for the Great Wealth Immortal to take a jab!
At this time, only Li Ping’an, being the son, was continuously furrowing his brow in the background, worried about his father’s situation.
His father had again found himself at the center of a vortex.
But there was no helping it.
As a father within the Wanyun Sect, protected by the Golden Immortals, and with the support of his disciples, it was necessary for him to stand up and protect the sect’s interests.
This was what his father often referred to as a man’s responsibility.
The Elder of the Heavenly Immortals from Forge-Heaven Gate glared in anger.
“Why the rush, Elder,” spoke Li Dazhi at his leisure, “I’m not trying to insult anyone.
Let’s exchange views in a friendly manner.
If I really start insulting, it will get ugly—you can ask the group of cowardly Immortals from Sea Watch Sect if you don’t believe me.”
Mo Yunshen laughed loudly, signaling the Elder not to be hasty.
He got up slowly, hands behind his back, the folding fan in his hands swinging to and fro.
“The frank nature of Grand Wealth Immortal is truly admirable.
“However, could the Grand Wealth Immortal perhaps tell us if today’s reluctance to compete or discuss is an intentional slight to Forge-Heaven Gate?
“We have come here in good faith today to seek guidance on Artifact Refining from the immortals of Wanyun Sect, not for the empty title of number one in the East Continent.
We just want to witness the marvelous skills of a different Artifact Refining Sect.
“With such remarks, could it be…
that you’re unwilling to give Forge-Heaven Gate any respect?”
The Immortals of the Wanyun Sect frowned to themselves.
Inwardly, Li Ping’an chuckled.
Facing his own father, Mo Yunshen had already been put at a disadvantage, only able to leverage Forge-Heaven Gate’s power to oppress others.
Ningning Mu, her heart filled with worry, sent a telepathic message asking, “Senior brother, how should we respond?
Forge-Heaven Gate is the third largest Immortal Sect, far more powerful than us.”
“No need to worry,” Li Ping’an squeezed her delicate fingers, “When it comes to matters of human relationships, father is even better at it than I am.
No sooner had Li Ping’an spoken than a long sigh echoed from the front.
Li Dazhi looked up at the ceiling, his slightly pudgy belly quivering, his eyes gradually reddening.
Li Ping’an calmly looked down at his toes.
It was starting—Factory Manager Li’s ‘sob story’ skill was activating!
Li Dazhi then sighed:
“Wanyun Sect has not come this far without difficulties!
“Thinking back to ancient times, my master Kongming, after fighting the demons for many years, was left with severe hidden injuries.
He retreated to the East Continent to emulate the Human Race’s Golden Immortals, and founded Wanyun Sect, passing on his own Dao legacy.
“My master often told me about his hidden injuries that could flare up any time.
The Longevity Dao Fruit only grants endless life but cannot remove illness and pain.
“Whenever it rained or the weather turned gloomy, my master’s left leg…
he couldn’t even move it.”
Li Ping’an’s forehead was lined with black streaks.
Wait, Golden Immortals get rheumatism and arthritis too?
Father, at least be somewhat believable!
Before others could speak, Li Dazhi continued his lament.
The stubbornness of a man seemed to reside solely in looking up to the sky to keep the rolling hot tears from falling.