223: Chapter 87: Li Jing Wishes to Take a Master [Seeking Monthly Votes!] 223: Chapter 87: Li Jing Wishes to Take a Master [Seeking Monthly Votes!] Li Dazhi, carrying a box of demonic cores accumulated by Daoist Kongming, hastily flew towards Li Ping’an’s cave dwelling, attracting the curious scrutiny of many immortals within the sect.
After all, it was quite rare for Li Dazhi to make such frequent appearances.
He had no choice, the bottleneck that Li Ping’an faced was now the only significant matter on Li Dazhi’s mind.
This was tied to Li Ping’an’s longevity!
After several years of rapid development, Castcloud Hall had finally stabilized.
The first batch of elite soldiers and strong generals trained by Li Dazhi were now capable of standing on their own, so Li Dazhi could afford to leave for a few days without worries.
Li Dazhi arrived at the cave dwelling on Unnamed Peak bustling with activity.
He had expected to find Li Ping’an sighing with a look of worry, but upon pushing the door open, he saw:
Li Ping’an, with his trousers rolled up, fixing the new indoor scenery in the lotus pond;
Ningning Mu, dressed in a short skirt, had placed her cloth boots aside and was stepping on lotus leaves with her delicate feet, teasing the fish in the pond;
Wen Ling’er was reclining on a soft couch, calmly embroidering a piece of fine cloth, a faint smile on the corners of her mouth;
Qing Su leaned in a lounge chair, surrounded by the Spiritual Treasure Xingyin Sword, with a simple map suspended before her.
With slender fingers, she was gesturing lightly over the map, seemingly planning an outing, two plates of immortal fruits floating beside her.
What a peaceful immortal realm!
Li Dazhi felt ah, he had worried for nothing.
“Dad, what are you carrying?”
Li Ping’an said with a smile, “Seeing as there’s no pressing matter, I thought I’d relax for a few days.
I might have pushed myself too hard before.”
Li Dazhi cheered up, hopped over with a smile, and opened the wooden box, revealing the demonic cores sealed with immortal light inside.
There were dozens of cores that only large demons of the Heavenly Immortal Realm could condense.
Among them, two cores, even with the seal of immortal power, still emitted a powerful aura.
“This is your Grandmaster’s private collection,” Li Dazhi said earnestly, “Ping’an, next, you might need to contemplate a Great Dao that belongs only to you.
Granny Linghua said, the Path of Clouds is too superficial for you, not enough for your use.”
Ningning Mu asked, “Have you found what’s wrong with elder brother?”
Li Dazhi replied with a smile, “We found it.
It’s an issue of the Path of Clouds not being compatible with Ping’an himself.”
He deliberately left out the influence of Heavenly Dao to avoid affecting Li Ping’an’s Daoist heart.
Li Ping’an said, “Thank you, Grandmaster.
I’ll study these demonic cores in a few days.
For now, I want to relax as much as possible.”
“Fine, arrange it however you like,” Li Dazhi said, waving his hand, “Once you’re done contemplating, remember to return these demonic cores to Daozang Hall.
I won’t disturb you any longer; I’m off.”
“Dad!” Li Ping’an called out with a smile, “Have a meal before you go; I’ll make some barbecue in a bit.”
“No need, no need, I feel a bit out of place here, hahaha.”
With a few chuckles still on his lips, Li Dazhi lifted his Daoist robe and hastily left the cave dwelling.
Wen Ling’er, who had just stood up to show respect and was about to sit down to continue her embroidery, suddenly froze, her almond-shaped eyes staring at the back of Li Ping’an.
What Grandmaster Dazhi just said, was that even serious talk?
‘You might have to contemplate a Great Dao only for you, the Path of Clouds is not enough for you.’
She had only received the first half of the “Wanyun Jue” a few years ago and, with occasional advice from Qing Su, had barely grasped a tenth or two of it, already feeling as though her own path was crystal clear, with a bright future ahead.
‘Well, after all, one can’t compare to the Enlightenment Stone.’
‘As for little ancestor Ping’an in terms of comprehending the Dao, that’s just monstrous.’
Qing Su suddenly called out, “Ling’er?”
I’m here!” Wen Ling’er promptly stepped forward, “Master, your orders?”
“Prepare the barbecue grill,” Qing Su ordered seriously, “I’ve got a craving.”
Wen Ling’er rolled up her sleeves, packed away her embroidery basket, and hurriedly ran outside the cave dwelling.
Barbecue, naturally, is more interesting when done in the open air.
Soon, there were wisps of smoke rising in front of the cave dwelling’s door.
Li Ping’an took off his long robe, changed into a short shirt, used a spell to arrange some charcoal, and started ‘fanning the flames’ with a Pu Fan.
Wen Ling’er busied herself back and forth, preparing some tender slices of meat from exotic beasts.
Ningning Mu and Qing Su had already taken their seats early, one on each side of the grill, in charge of devouring the immortally delectable, crispy-on-the-outside and tender-on-the-inside barbecue meats.
Ningning Mu intentionally teased Li Ping’an to cheer him up, deliberately talking about some fun stories of Caiyun Peak; Wen Ling’er frequently burst into laughter, greatly enjoying the moment.
Moved by the thought, Li Ping’an spontaneously invited Ningning Mu to walk with him in the mountains after the meal, and of course, Ningning delightedly agreed.
Over the past three years, aside from her cultivation practice, she often met with her senior brother, but it was always limited to holding hands and chatting within the cave dwelling, with physical contact no farther than the elbow, and they rarely went out.
The lingering scent from Unnamed Peak had long been dispersed by the wind and never reached the noses of the junior disciples here.
Youth Niu Qi sat on the room’s earthen kang, his legs crossed, head tilted, and hand propping his cheek, his eyes filled with a coldness.
‘Very good, I have successfully infiltrated.
This Qingqiu Secret Technique from Hu Niang is quite impressive.’
Niu Qi’s mouth twitched repeatedly.
To obtain this secret technique, he had nearly wrecked one of his vital organs!
Hu Niang’s Bewitching Technique was just too ruthless.
Fortunately, this old fox did not really devour him completely; after two years, she gave him a break and simply indulged in their respective desires.
Indeed, the true identity of this youth, Niu Qi, was the locally renowned Bull King of the southeastern part of the Western Continent, Niu Benben!
‘Wait, that’s not right.’
Niu Benben suddenly came to his senses.
Coming to Wanyun Sect using this skin-changing secret technique seemed to be Hu Niang’s suggestion, didn’t it?