53: Chapter 28 Happiness in Life Depends on Oneself_2 53: Chapter 28 Happiness in Life Depends on Oneself_2 Rumble, rumble…
After a soft, powerless sound of thunder, a torrential downpour began in a local area of the small mountain.
Li Ping’an frowned and ducked back into his cave dwelling, sniffing with his nose.
This rain, it carried a distinct scent of Immortal Technique.
Suddenly, amidst the rain appeared a faint light, and two extravagant beds with golden frames and jade inlay, complete with canopies and bedding, wrapped in celestial light, descended steadily right in front of the cave dwelling.
Li Ping’an looked on with a puzzled face.
Then followed a dressing table made from a thousand-year ordinary Spiritual Root, a pair of wooden chairs with spiritual energy gathering and airflow restriction, several intricately carved Immortal Spirit cabinets, and a bonsai made from a three-hundred-year-old enlightenment tea tree…
Over a dozen valuable pieces of furniture, enveloped in celestial light, gently descended from the sky and arranged themselves in two neat rows in front of the cave dwelling.
And just like that, the rain abruptly ceased.
Li Ping’an couldn’t help but hold his forehead, unable to grasp what his father was up to.
If you want to gift furniture, just do it directly, why not show yourself?
Right then, next to Li Ping’an, celestial light flashed, and Qing Su appeared standing at the cave entrance with her hands behind her back, admiring the furniture outside with a hint of praise in her eyes.
Li Ping’an was about to explain, “Master, this must be…”
When he heard Qing Su murmur, “So it was true, what the sisters said, that everything they eat and use just falls from the sky.”
Master, use your Spiritual Sense to look at that cloud that hasn’t drifted far away!
That’s either Minister Weiyen or Xinhuai Wang!
“Disciple, move it inside,” said Qing Su.
Qing Su turned to examine the cave dwelling and realized the space she had punched out with her fists was still too small.
Her delicate jade fingers clenched into a fist again.
Li Ping’an hurriedly stepped forward,
“Master, give me half a day, and I’ll build the cave dwelling!
If you strike with your fists again, you’ll shatter the whole mountain!”
Qing Su frowned, “But you are too weak.”
Realizing her words sounded inappropriate, she clarified, “What I mean is, your mana is too low; doing this would be troublesome.”
Li Ping’an pulled from his sleeve and yanked out a Long Spear and a Longsword.
The spear was silver-white, with a lifelike Azure Dragon etched onto its body, emanating a strong fluctuation of immortal power;
The Longsword was bright as snow, also a sharp Immortal treasure capable of slicing through iron like mud.
“Disciple will do it with Magic Artifacts!”
Qing Su tilted her head slightly, turned around, and took a seat on the exquisitely carved chair, resting her leg atop the other and propping her chin with one hand, waiting quietly for Li Ping’an to show his prowess.
Li Ping’an searched through various Storage Magical Artifacts for a while, then took out a yellowed blueprint.
He had designed several cave dwellings in his free time, and now they would come in handy.
No sooner said than done, he immediately got to work.
Li Ping’an took an Elixir Pill in advance to restore his mana, his Spiritual Sense penetrated the crevices of the mountain, sensing the structural load of the mountain, and he marked various places, ready to expand outward from the existing structure of the cave dwelling.
Then, with a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right, he began to toil away.
These two Immortal Treasures, obtained by Li Dazhi for his son’s self-defense, hadn’t had a chance to demonstrate their prowess in a battle of magic since following Li Ping’an out, and now they’d been repurposed for construction work…
Luckily, the Immortal Treasures had no spirit of their own.
Qing Su watched her disciple busy at work, her eyes gradually closing.
She had participated in the struggle for treasures in an ancient site in the East Sea, fought continuously for several days, afterward, she was injured, escaped, entered closed-door cultivation, and broke through, never having had a chance to rest properly; her Primordial Spirit had long been exhausted.
Li Ping’an moved more adeptly, continuously moving large stones out of the mountain, and several supporting stone pillars quickly took shape.
As night fell, the cave dwelling that Li Ping’an envisioned began to take shape.
Qing Su curled up her legs, her tall body shrinking into the chair, gradually falling into a deep sleep.
—Before reaching the Golden Immortal Realm, the best way for a Qi Cultivator to replenish their spirit is to sleep well, second only to meditation unrelated to cultivation insights.
Li Ping’an moved a folding screen in front of his master to reduce some of the construction site noise.
He then devoted himself to the task of building the cave dwelling, repeating the processes of chopping stone, cutting stone, moving stone, and polishing stone.
The night passed quietly in this manner.
When a streak of dawn illuminated the delicate eyelids of the immortal Qing Su, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened her eyes to look ahead.
Li Ping’an was standing half a foot above the ground on the sheath of his sword, squatting in front of two vermilion gates, meticulously tracing the rivets on them.
Her powerful Spiritual Sense saw with one look the entire structure of the cave dwelling.
The two gates and the stone walls housing them were part of the expansion of the cave dwelling, perfectly integrated with the entire mountain.
The stone used for this part of the construction, moved out by Li Ping’an, had been fused together to achieve an effect as if naturally formed.
“Master, have you woken up?”
Li Ping’an hopped down from the sword sheath and smiled, “The main structure of the cave dwelling is ready.
I’ll fill in the details later.
Do you want to take a look inside?”
Qing Su frowned and said, “Did you do this?”
“Although the disciple is only in the Consolidated Light Realm, I can still do mining and stone cutting.
Please have a look and let me know where it needs correction, and the disciple will immediately fix it.”
Qing Su pursed her lips and frowned, her figure flashing behind Li Ping’an, gently pushing the large doors open.
Behind the door was a yard, neatly paved with slate stones, in the center of which a path made of pale white jade was laid out.
Walking down the jade path, there was immediately a narrow lotus pond, with two wooden bridges on either side leading to the main hall of the cave dwelling.
The main hall was six yards wide, with wooden false walls on the left and right sides for concealment.
Three yards above the ground, the ceiling was inlaid with dozens of Treasure Beads, whose gleaming light filled the front half of the cave dwelling.
Exploring beyond the main hall was a pool yet to be filled with water, its bottom already lined with a layer of crushed discarded Spirit Stones.