226: Chapter 88: Dazhi Borrows Luck [Third Update for Votes] 226: Chapter 88: Dazhi Borrows Luck [Third Update for Votes] Li Ping’an and Ningning Mu sat in front of the wooden building for a while.
Preoccupied with the matter of Li Jing, Li Ping’an cut the stroll through the mountain gate short, boarded a flat boat, and sent Ningning Mu back outside the grand formation of Caiyun Peak, then hurriedly proceeded to Castcloud Hall.
Upon his arrival, Li Dazhi was instructing an outer sect steward on some matter.
Li Ping’an did not interfere.
He quietly stood outside a partitioned corner and waited for nearly the time it takes to burn two sticks of incense.
Li Ping’an couldn’t help but reflect, ‘Father really is cautious when working, even for arranging trivial matters, he covers every aspect.’
The outer sect steward stepped outside and noticed Li Ping’an, greeted him with a smile:
“Young hall master, what brings you here!
Have you been waiting long?”
“Steward, you’re busy, no need for formal titles, I’m just a disciple.”
“Still a male disciple of Caiyun Peak, hahahaha!”
The steward winked at Li Ping’an, then, with hands clasped behind his back, leisurely floated up into the sky on a cloud.
Li Ping’an flashed into the partition, activated the formation, and directly took out from his sleeve…
A stone slab and a carving knife.
Li Dazhi, wearing a loose robe and holding a jade tea jar, immediately stiffened his smile.
Another pinyin reading session?
something significant?”
“Yes, it’s a big deal!”
Li Ping’an’s expression turned solemn, a bright light flashed in his eyes as he sat opposite his father, bowed his head, and began carving.
Sparks flew from his carving knife.
Li Dazhi’s eyes also shone brightly.
The General of Chentang Pass, father of Nezha, one of the victors in the Investiture of the Gods tales, who, via battle, successfully leaped from mundane general to a commander in the Heavenly Court, later even ascending to the rank of Grand Marshal of Heavenly Troops and Horses.
Looking at the outcome, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call Li Jing the [Son of a Lesser Calamity]!
Father and son swiftly scratched on the stone slab, engaging in an encrypted ‘pinyin’ conversation.
“Ping’an, is he really in our Wanyun Sect?”
“I only suspect it; it’s too coincidental that the child I saved today happens to be at Wanyun Sect, and he’s called Li Jing.”
“Does he come from a hometown called Chentang Pass?”
“No, that city is called Yongcheng, the East Continent likely isn’t the site of the Divine Enthronement, the main story revolves around King Wu’s campaign against King Zhou, with Zhou’s people replacing those of the Shang Nation, the East Continent doesn’t meet this criterion.”
“Dad, you don’t have to express your tone with pinyin, you can just take a sharp breath.”
Father and son stared at each other, wide-eyed.
Then, Li Dazhi leaned back in his chair, fished out a brocade box from a drawer, opened it, and took out a small strip of paper and a piece of spiritual root leaf acquired from Elder Yansheng, rolling himself an immortal-manufactured cigar.
Li Dazhi summoned a flame with his thumb and began to puff smoke rings.
Li Ping’an said with a wry smile, “Dad, you didn’t even learn to smoke back home!”
“What do you know, this is called striking a pose.”
Li Dazhi blew a smoke ring, pondered for a while, then continued to carve a line of pinyin with the knife.
“So, what do you plan to do?
Take him as your disciple?”
“To take him as a disciple would mean directly getting involved in the Investiture of the Gods Cataclysm.
If he really is that Li Jing, I do not wish to take that risk.”
Li Ping’an blinked and carved another line:
“However, Dad, you could take him as your adopted son, right?
With Li Jing assured of three children, there might even be an illegitimate daughter.
Wouldn’t that fulfill your wish to hold a grandchild?”
Li Dazhi feigned a move to hit with a shoe, while Li Ping’an hastened to say it was “just a joke.”
Giving up on carvings, Li Dazhi spoke calmly, “I think we should just watch and wait, not make a decision too hastily.”
Li Ping’an furrowed his brow as he carved:
“This is actually a fated opportunity; if we build a good relationship with him, we might benefit in the future.”
What benefit could that be?”
“Is it to win his loyalty to fight for you?
Or is it something else?
“Ping’an, you’re thinking too simply; people change.”
Li Ping’an frowned in thought.
The slightly chubby Immortal sighed and spoke softly:
“You can’t judge a book by its cover.
To truly know a person’s character, we must observe his future actions, not just the pretty words he says now.
“Even if he really is that, that.”
Li Dazhi took out a small tower and placed it on the table, nodding toward it.
“What use is being his master?
Does his master have any fame?
Li Ping’an picked up the carving knife and inscribed a line of pinyin:
“Li Jing was first an apprentice to the hermit Immortal Duer of Kunlun Mountain to learn magic, later he followed Immortal Ran Deng.”
Li Dazhi blinked and quickly carved:
“You can remember all that?
I just recall Li Jing going head-to-head with Nezha, his son.
I think, Li Jing was quite a failure as a father.”
Li Ping’an asked, “Dad, can you find out if there is an Immortal Duer among the Kunlun Mountain hermits?
It’s very important for me.”
“What’s the name you gave me?”
“What does the title of Immortal Duer imply?”
“To help one overcome calamity…
Li Dazhi laughed out loud, waved his hand at Li Ping’an, and spoke warmly:
“Don’t overthink it, such Immortals likely began their cultivation in ancient times!”
“That’s not necessarily the case; it’s still better to inquire.”
Li Ping’an continued to carve in pinyin with concern:
“We’ve discussed this before, the Heavenly Dao became apparent in the world since the time of the Ancient Heavenly Court, with heavenly punishments evident.
After the collapse of the Ancient Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Dao became hidden.
“However, the divine retribution three years ago at the Wei Yuan Sect signaled the Heavenly Dao is still present.
“If the Heavenly Dao exists, then so-called fate may also exist.
The Investiture of the Gods Cataclysm will undoubtedly happen; we just can’t yet see the connecting thread that strings all these events together.