Immortal Father
Chapter 51 - 51 27 My Heavenly Immortal Master_2

51: Chapter 27 My Heavenly Immortal Master_2 51: Chapter 27 My Heavenly Immortal Master_2 Heeding the transmitted words she heard, Qing Su said:

“From now on, you must diligently cultivate and ascend to the Immortal Path as soon as possible, contributing more to our sect.”

“Disciple will follow Master’s teachings to the letter!”

“Hmm,” Qing Su nodded, then turned her gaze directly to her junior fellow sister, Qing Xu.

Qing Xu hastily transmitted her voice: “That should be enough, take the disciple back to your cave abode.”

Qing Su thought for a moment, then added: “Alright, you go back to your cave abode first, I will choose a location to open a new one and then bring you over.”

“Disciple obeys.”

Li Ping’an raised his head to look at his master, and in his view was his master’s ethereal beauty that seemed untouched by the mundane world.

“Hmm?”

Qing Su seemed to be asking if he had any questions.

Li Ping’an smiled and said, “Master, you’ve just had a breakthrough.

Why not return to Caiyun Peak and go into seclusion first?

Once you’ve digested your breakthrough insights, then come and seek out your disciple.”

“Alright.”

Qing Su answered, turned, and walked towards the hall door.

Li Ping’an called out, “Master!

I reside at Liuyun Guan!”

“Hmm.”

Qing Su acknowledged as she lightly flashed and appeared outside the hall, turning into a rainbow light flying back to Caiyun Peak.

Li Ping’an’s eyes were full of emotion.

‘My Master sure is efficient in her actions!’

Following that, Li Ping’an felt somewhat dazed.

He had taken a master?

Just like that, he had taken a master?

It felt just like a dream, and he had even taken a newly ascended Heavenly Immortal as a master…

A large hand waved in front of him.

Li Ping’an looked at his own father, his eyes still somewhat perplexed.

“Let’s go, back to yours!”

Li Dazhi bumped Li Ping’an with his shoulder:

“Your father will personally cook, and prepare a celebration feast for your advancement in studies!

We’ll just invite a few immortals you know well!

Hahaha!

Your master has impressive cultivation!

Hahaha!”

Hearing his father’s hearty laughter, the surreal feeling that had just risen in Li Ping’an quietly receded.

…

An hour later.

At the wooden building of Liuyun Guan.

Li Dazhi had prepared a table full of delicious dishes, inviting Wei Yanzu, Elder Yansheng, Xinhuai Wang, and two other external elders to celebrate for Li Ping’an.

Everyone offered their congratulations, and Li Ping’an repeatedly thanked them.

After a few cups of Immortal Brew, Wei Yanzu’s face showed distress.

“Alas!

Ping’an has taken a master, and my peaceful days at Liuyun Guan are coming to an end!”

Xinhuai Wang frowned and said, “It’s about time for you to start working at the Mundane Affairs Hall!

The sect has so many tasks, and everyone is thinking about cultivating in seclusion, there are hardly any active workers year-round!”

Li Dazhi smiled and said, “Wei Yanzu, which hall would you like to go to?

The several most senior external elders are here.

If you wish to advance, just respectfully offer them a toast.”

Wei Yanzu hastily stood up with his cup in hand.

The three elderly elders with white hair exchanged glances, each showing a smile.

Elder Yansheng took a puff from his dry tobacco pipe, saying slowly:

“Be at ease, we’ve already arranged a place for you; the East Sea market town is in need of manpower.

Go there and take up the duty of patrolling.”

“Ah?

I’m going to the East Sea?”

Wei Yanzu put down his cup, his eyes a bit stunned, and he sighed.

He well knew that every task in the East Sea market town was ‘so rich you could wring out oil.’

It wasn’t that Wei Yanzu would actively seek bribes when he got there, but just by being in that position, he wouldn’t lack for things offered up to him in tribute.

This was indeed a cushy job.

Li Ping’an raised his cup with a warm voice, “Steward, thank you for all the care you’ve provided these past three years.”

“Hey, don’t mention it.

It’s hard to say who was looking after whom!”

Wei Yanzu waved his hand and drank his cup in one gulp.

Li Ping’an lifted his cup and drank heartily.

Wei Yanzu’s heart felt intoxicated, and he kept murmuring:

“Actually, this toast should be from me to you, Ping’an.

I was able to break through that bottleneck because I was just short of that bit of insight.

All the insights my master poured into me were of no use, just missing that little bit…

If it weren’t for your accidental awakening, how would I have today’s circumstances?

I’d probably have just died of old age in Liuyun Guan…

Here’s to you!”

Wei Yanzu poured another cup of wine, and regardless of Li Dazhi’s attempt to stop him, stood up to salute and raise his cup to Li Ping’an.

Li Ping’an stood up to respond, exchanging toasts with Wei Yanzu.

Xinhuai Wang’s square face twitched slightly: “Look at that, these two male cultivators even pay respect to each other.”

Li Dazhi burst into laughter as he clapped his hands.

Weiyanzizi also felt a bit embarrassed and hurriedly took his seat to begin eating.

Li Ping’an didn’t sit down but took the opportunity to toast everyone with a cup of wine.

Then, using the excuse that he couldn’t hold his liquor, he went upstairs to pack his luggage.

As night deepened, the barrier around the wooden building grew livelier.

Humming a tune, Li Ping’an neatly sorted the books on his shelf into categories before packing them into his Storage Treasure.

He didn’t know when his master would come to pick him up, so it was never wrong to prepare in advance.

At that moment, Li Ping’an recalled his encounters with Qing Su at the mundane Daoist temple, feeling that life was indeed full of wonders.

Had he, after all his careful planning and fleeing thousands of miles, actually managed to bring back a master for himself?

Li Ping’an almost laughed out loud.

By the time he had almost finished tidying up the second floor, the after-effects of the Immortal Brew began to hit him, so he simply sat behind his desk and closed his eyes to rest.

Downstairs came the boisterous voices of those drunk on Immortal Brew:

“I am just saying!

Ancestor Dazhi!

Your previous methods were all wrong!

Ping’an lacks the Earth element, and you can’t replenish it with Earth element Spells.

I have a secret that’s never been passed down, but today I’ll go against the ancestral teachings and share it with you.”

“What?

What secret recipe?”

“Spirit Grass older than three thousand years that belongs to the Earth element—remember, it must be Earth or Water element.

You have to gently, softly uproot it with roots and all, bringing the soil with it—remember, it must include the soil—and then have Ping’an eat it while it’s still warm.”

“With the soil?”

“That’s right!

It is precisely by eating this bit of soil!

The soil attached to the roots of Spirit Grass over three thousand years old—is that ordinary soil?”

“Got it, got it.

This method sounds effective at first hear!”

Black lines covered Li Ping’an’s forehead.

His father wouldn’t actually do such a thing in the future, would he?

Overcome by sleepiness, Li Ping’an yawned and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, Li Ping’an climbed a mountain alone to become a disciple at Liuyun Temple.

He then entered the outer sect for cultivation, later returned to the secular world, married and had children, showed filial piety to his father, and became a famous Immortal practitioner within hundreds of miles after witnessing the vicissitudes of life, living to the age of four hundred.

Waking from his dream, his heart was filled with many insights, and he softly recited a poem to himself:

After reciting, he brushed off his sleeves, packed away the long table, and went downstairs.

Of the Immortals who came for drinks last night, only Weiyanzizi lay sleeping heavily beside the table.

Li Ping’an took out a small and delicate Magic Artifact furnace, collected all the dishes and leftover soup into the furnace, activated the prohibition on the furnace, and a tongue of flame shot out of it like a glutted spirit beast belching.

—Next time he needed to use the bowls and chopsticks, he could have the Immortals simply apply Immortal Techniques to clean them.

He had intended to sweep through the first floor as well, but after taking only a few steps, he caught sight of a graceful figure standing in the courtyard through the window.

An Ice Blue Long Dress, hair like a waterfall, a figure that even Spiritual Sense couldn’t capture…

Who else could it be but the master he had just sworn allegiance to yesterday?

Li Ping’an straightened his Daoist Robe and dashed out the door.

Turning around, Qing Su looked at him and asked softly, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, Master.

When did you arrive?”

“In the middle of the night.

You were sleeping, and I talked to your father for a bit.”

Li Ping’an cautiously asked, “Master, did someone mention my father’s matters to you?”

“Mhm,” Qing Su nodded slightly.

Only then did Li Ping’an notice that his master’s jawline was near perfect.

No, wait, why was he observing his master’s appearance like this!

Li Ping’an mentally admonished himself; he had taken an Immortal as his master and must pay more attention to such details from now on.

Qing Su spoke softly:

“When I was in seclusion yesterday, I quickly memorized the insights.

“Your grandmaster sought me out and told me about your father’s identity, saying that your father was the Ancestral Master’s closed-door disciple and might also become the next Sect Leader.”

Li Ping’an could only respond with a wry smile.

“Your grandmaster asked what I would think if people outside started gossiping about it.”

Qing Su continued indifferently:

“I replied, what does a disciple’s father have to do with me?

I’m not the father’s master.

“Since I have become your master, I will naturally explain The Great Dao to you and impart Immortal Techniques and Divine Skills to you.

“Your grandmaster left after that.”

There seemed to be a trace of satisfaction in her voice.

Li Ping’an said with a smile, “I’ve troubled Master.”

Qing Su then asked, “Does the position of Sect Leader aid in cultivation?”

“It shouldn’t,” Li Ping’an replied with a smile.

“It’s a responsibility, as well as a position.

However, it does allow one’s name to be engraved on the Wanyun Sect’s monument.

Many Qi Cultivators who have encountered bottlenecks in their cultivation as they grow older then focus on this aspect, to gain respect, be pursued by others, and thus prolong their life.”

“Without attaining longevity, all are but minor skills.”

Qing Su turned her back and walked away, a white cloud forming beneath her feet.

“Let’s go, I have already opened up a cave abode for us before arriving.”

Li Ping’an glanced at Weiyanzizi, who was still sleeping heavily inside, jumped next to his master, and consciously stayed half a step behind.

His master was only an inch shorter than him and indeed had a tall figure…

cough!

He wondered what sort of splendor an abode of a Heavenly Immortal would hold.