Immortal Father
Chapter 79 - 79 38 The Gentle Breeze Doesn't Disturb the Dream

79: Chapter 38: The Gentle Breeze Doesn’t Disturb the Dream 79: Chapter 38: The Gentle Breeze Doesn’t Disturb the Dream In the middle of the night, Li Ping’an floated back to his cave abode, utterly drained.

This socializing within the Wanyun Sect was a hundred times more exhausting than competing in a magical combat…

Because the cave was enveloped by his master’s immortal power barrier, Li Ping’an could finally catch his breath, no longer subjected to the scrutiny of others’ divine senses.

So he took off his robe, removed his boots, and placed the discarded clothes into a storage magical artifact named ‘Laundry Basket’, wearing only his inner garment and long pants, he lay down on his personal recliner.

The sounds of the lotus pond rippled delicately, and two butterflies, which had somehow been brought in, were sipping dew on the lotus leaves.

Li Ping’an stared blankly, slowly recovering the vast amount of mental energy drained by the ‘Explosive Spirit Art’, fading in and out of consciousness, with a lingering headache.

He had indeed been pushing himself too hard before.

Using the Explosive Spirit Art on such a scale today, requiring the simultaneous control of hundreds of magic artifacts arranged into a formation for self-detonation, was a bit of a stretch for him at this time, and it took a toll on his mental and emotional stamina.

This type of exhaustion wasn’t due to a depletion of mana, nor was it physical fatigue, but rather a lack of vigor in the primordial soul.

‘Alas, it all comes down to being too low in cultivation.’

Li Ping’an sighed, then remembered that he now had a master, and his father was there to help, which could be considered as having the advantages of the time, the place, and the people on his side, so there was nothing to complain about.

He just had to work twice as hard.

His father was currently on his way to the main peak Wanyun Hall to continue accompanying the Sect Leader in hosting the visiting guests.

—Li Ping’an’s official status was now just an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple, and it wasn’t appropriate for him to attend such events directly.

On the cloud path while escorting Li Ping’an back, his father gripped his arm and whispered a few words to him.

Li Ping’an found this comforting.

What his father said was:

“Today it wasn’t really Wang Zaizhi deliberately making things difficult for you.

He’s just a disciple; behind him, it’s actually his great-grandmaster, Elder Bi, who arranged things.

“Since you weren’t hurt, after this grand competition, think about a way to get to know him.

It’s better to resolve enmity than to let it fester.

This disciple also has a peak behind him, and making things too stiff isn’t good for unity within the sect or our progress.

“Moving forward, we can’t lose face but also need to find a way to give them some face, lest they become desperate…

Leave it to your father to deal with.”

Finally!

His own father had finally started to take the matter of ‘Sect Leader candidate’ seriously!

His father was no longer avoiding his own expectations for the next Sect Leader!

That’s more like it!

If old man Li started supporting him sooner, then he, little Li, could also fish in peace while pursuing the Dao.

In truth, oftentimes, just being in a certain position, with a certain status, would make others view one as a threat, even if that person did nothing.

Relying on the favor of the ancestral founder Kongming, his father had inadvertently become a troublemaker in the ‘power inheritance’ of the Wanyun Sect and naturally became a thorn in the side of some power groups.

Although many human race Qi Cultivators were weary of power, there would always be those accustomed to being high and mighty, with their Dao hearts skewed, longing for the so-called control…

Such is human nature.

Li Ping’an quietly contemplated these matters.

The main reason he resorted to the ‘Explosive Spirit Art’ today, using up a batch of magic artifacts to directly defeat Wang Zaizhi, was to establish authority.

As his father and he currently had lower cultivation levels, they couldn’t afford to be lightly insulted.

Besides, Li Ping’an had another minor objective.

— He wanted to attract attention within the sect using the Explosive Spirit Art, then take the opportunity to present the set of magic artifacts he and his father had developed to the sect, solidifying his father’s status within the sect.

On the other hand, Wang Zaizhi’s application of talismanic power was rather impressive and worth learning.

Li Ping’an had just begun to recover some of his energy, and a few talismans appeared on his fingertips as he meticulously recalled Wang Zaizhi’s magical combat skills.

“Hmm, cough.”

This was a sound cue from his Heavenly Immortal master.

Li Ping’an hastily got up and looked towards his approaching master, bowing deeply, “Master, have I disturbed your cultivation?”

“No.”

Qing Su naturally lay down on a nearby recliner, closing her eyes and crossing her hands in front of her abdomen; a slight breeze caused her loose and soft ice blue long dress to flutter gently.

She pointed at the recliner beside her: “Lie down.”

“Yes, master.”

Li Ping’an straightened his clothes and moved his recliner back a few feet, then honestly lay down.

“Master,” he initiated, feeling somewhat guilty, “disciple didn’t intend to conceal the use of that Explosive Art previously, such a combat method was originally intended for life-and-death struggles, and I did not plan to use it during the sect’s grand competition…”

“It’s okay.”

Qing Su softly said: “I have many secret techniques that I didn’t tell my master either.”

“Disciple only has this secret technique for combat, along with a few alchemical and artifact-refining methods, and a few other miscellaneous techniques…”

Li Ping’an spoke more guiltily, finally adding:

“Disciple likes to fiddle with these, and father helped me borrow many celestial tomes from the Daozang Hall before, hence my diverse studies.

“If you wish to know, master, I can demonstrate them for you right away.”

“No need.”

Qing Su sounded somewhat downcast:

“I only know how to meditate and combat; I can’t teach you these things.”

“Please don’t say that, master, all these things that I’m blindly messing with are ultimately just external techniques!”

Li Ping’an quickly said:

“What you can teach me is how to cultivate, and how to live in this world, which cannot be learned from books.”

Qing Su turned her head to look at him and noticed that Li Ping’an was lying behind her; with a gentle flick of her hand, her wooden chair floated to a position level with Li Ping’an’s.

She examined Li Ping’an from head to toe, as if she was meeting her own disciple for the first time today.

Li Ping’an’s Dao heart felt a little uneasy, always feeling that his master’s clear and spirited eyes were scanning his every bone.

Qing Su suddenly asked: “They say you have a brilliant aptitude, is that truly the case?”