"Then I won’t be polite with you, Holy Mother. If I can’t win, I’ll imdiately call on the Holy Mother for help."
Li Ping’an said jokingly.
Nüwa chuckled, and the shadowy silhouette vanished.
Li Ping’an glanced at Yao Ji again. After confirming she was unhard, he sent a ssage to Ningning Mu, instructed her, and then turned to head toward the East Continent.
’This whole situation, if Granduncle Taiqing gets angry with because of this, I’ll be at a great loss.’
’Who cares, worst-case scenario, I’ll be part of the fugitive faction.’
’How can one break one’s brow and bend knees for power, leaving oneself unhappy.’
Ningning Mu received the ssage and naturally acted upon it imdiately.
Next, she’ll stay with Yao Ji in Nüwa’s palace for a while. Unless notified by Li Ping’an, she’ll remain in Nüwa’s palace.
This is exactly:
Under the great tree, it is good to rest; within the Saint’s gate, one finds shade.
The Heavenly Emperor and Saints first engage in magical combat, who knew it was for a destined marriage bond.
...
"You’re saying that Zhunti made a move on Yao Ji, trying to pair her with the mortal married man Yang Tianyou, which you stopped?"
Li Dazhi looked at his son as if seeing an idiot.
Li Ping’an sank into the armchair, looking up and sighing: "I couldn’t hold back and acted. At that ti, Yao Ji looked very distressed. But it only temporarily scared off Zhunti, the matter probably isn’t over."
"Indeed, that was impulsive."
Li Dazhi tucked his hands into his sleeves, bowed his head in thought:
"A Saint directly interfering with the authority of the Marriage Palace... that truly was unexpected."
Li Dazhi cursed: "Goodness, wouldn’t the Saints of the Western Sect want to co directly to our Heavenly Court’s treasury to steal money?"
"I think not," Li Ping’an replied, "It’s not like there’s only one Saint in heaven and earth; the six Saints should be able to supervise each other. Just didn’t expect Zhunti, a dignified Saint, to do such a sordid thing."
Li Dazhi bent his head, deep in thought.
He said: "You did the right thing in this matter, regardless of other factors. It is indeed a Saint interfering with the normal operations of the Heavenly Dao. A reprimand is justified, and you didn’t directly na him."
"What about that dog keeper?"
"That..."
Li Dazhi gently replied: "With or without him, does the Investiture of the Gods Cataclysm get significantly affected?"
Li Ping’an nodded: "Significantly, I still have plans regarding Yang Jian."
"What plans?"
"Just like when I was in the East Alliance, Yang Jian’s growth curve should peak several hundred years later."
Li Ping’an smiled:
"I originally planned to let internal conflicts in the Heavenly Court simr for a thousand years, then wait for Yang Jian’s rise to ignite those conflicts, using Yang Jian as a long blade in my hand to cut away the rotten flesh in the Heavenly Court and implent reform."
"Once Yang Jian rises, probably the doomsday catastrophe in heaven and earth will co."
"The batch of young generals erging in the Investiture of the Gods Cataclysm might be key to addressing the doomsday catastrophe—Nezha, Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, Li Jing, these are my key cultivation targets."
"Li Jing is still squatting outside Dong’an City, waiting for to send him to the Southern Continent."
"I see..."
Li Dazhi stroked his chin, contemplating deeply:
"You’ve thought too far ahead; I’m still thinking about how to help Yao Ji with postpartum care."
"You plan then, this aspect I’m not as good as you are, after all, you’re the Heavenly Emperor now... huh? Sothing’s not right."
Li Ping’an’s brain whirled rapidly, responding internally: "What’s not right?"
"Sothing’s off with Yao Ji," Li Dazhi said, "How could a Saint target her when she hasn’t even cultivated to the level of Golden Immortal, and you discovered it?"
"Granduncle Taiqing intervened to remind ," Li Ping’an smiled wryly, "Granduncle Taiqing advised to go with the flow, I didn’t follow his advice this ti."
Li Dazhi nodded, laughing: "It shouldn’t be a big deal. A Great Saint probably isn’t that petty; you’re the Heavenly Emperor, only half a tier below a Saint, having your own opinions isn’t a bad thing, is it?"
Li Ping’an asked: "Dad, if Zhunti makes another move next, should I continue to stop him?"
"I can’t help you make a decision on this."
Li Dazhi spoke warmly:
"Son, you’ve co this far; I can no longer handle most of the matters better than you."
"That is a good thing, our family shouldn’t be worse off generation after generation."
"Although I can’t help you very much in this regard, there are so principles your father still understands better than you."
"What principles?" Li Ping’an raised his eyebrows, "Quick, Father, lecture , increase my wisdom."
"Actually, it’s just so trivial talk, like doing what you want to do and what’s right."
Li Dazhi ignored Li Ping’an’s teasing, speaking earnestly, his eyes filled with mories:
"The education we received is different from what you receive. We experienced bitterness first, then sweetness, again bitterness and sweetness."
"Without experience, there’s no way to truly understand."
"When I was young, my job made feel very content, but then suddenly everything collapsed, the oppressive feeling and helplessness of heavy walls crashing down are difficult to describe, hard to understand. You find there’s nothing you can do; the only thought is to survive."
"What dignity, what face, all unimportant before ensuring your family and yourself are fed and clothed."
"Recently I’ve been thinking... we have everything now, dignity, status, even this."
Li Dazhi patted his belly, smiling:
"Intestines."
Li Ping’an chuckled.
Li Dazhi, however, solemnly said: "But these things feel transient, fleeting because I’m not the strongest, nor does this world have ironclad laws to protect from those stronger."
Li Ping’an: ...
Li Dazhi chuckled:
"Ping’an, since returning from seclusion, I can sense your changes."
"You’ve beco more confident, your view of the world has expanded greatly; you can see thousands and millions of years ahead and plan for it, with the true vision of Great Power."
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