471: Chapter 167: Inspector of the Second Official Rank!
[Seeking Support]_3 471: Chapter 167: Inspector of the Second Official Rank!
[Seeking Support]_3 The Xuanyuan Sword, though rely an acquired Spiritual Treasure, is considered a treasure of the Human Race, its might almost on par with that of Innate Spiritual Treasures.
Surely, this scabbard is no ordinary item.
Moreover, a promise had been made to him that as long as he broke through to the Yuan Immortal Realm, his military rank would be promoted automatically.
The rewards from his father sounded a bit paltry; how could the Grand Wealth Immortal possibly lack those three Spirit Stones?
But the significance was indeed imnse.
Li Ping’an now had begun to bestow titles on his wife and even shade his father with honor!
If Li Ping’an had a wife today, in all likelihood she would also receive a ‘decree’, which was a ‘favor’ to his family.
‘Feudal emperors indeed excel at winning people’s hearts.’
However, Li Ping’an then found himself in a quandary.
He truly wished to retire after achieving success, not feigning reluctance or as a re jest, for he had co here to confront the backers of the Forge-Heaven Gate, to alleviate the pressures on the Wanyun Sect and his father, and now his goal had been achieved.
In his heart, Li Ping’an felt that this Eastern Alliance was corrupt.
And there was an even more important reason…
Li Ping’an glanced at the aura of light at the spiritual platform.
His father’s tribulation remained unchanged, without the slightest difference.
Clearly, his father’s tribulation wasn’t ordained by the Forge-Heaven Gate.
Then on whom was it ordained?
Those demon cultivators from the Blood Fiend Hall?
In the East Continent, the largest, the most ruthless, with the deepest background of demon cultivators, is the Myriad Demons Heaven, with Blood Fiend Hall originally serving as its external executioner’s blade.
Behind Myriad Demons Heaven stands the Western Sect of the Eastern Alliance, along with that Western Sect.
The Eastern Alliance now only consisted of two factions, the flourishing Protective Royal Faction and the increasingly restrained Western Sect.
The Yellow Emperor appointed him as a Second-Rank Inspector, with the implication being that he was to deal with the Western Sect, to continue purifying the Eastern Alliance, to revitalize it so that it could incessantly cultivate high-level experts and Immortal soldiers for the Human Race.
Wouldn’t he be up against the Western Sect next?
Wouldn’t he be confronting the Myriad Demons Heaven?
His father’s tribulation, wasn’t this just…
“Ah, what a headache.”
Li Ping’an clicked his tongue lightly.
“What’s giving you a headache?”
The voice of Qing Su ca from outside the great tent, the master returning with a sword in hand, carrying two spirit crabs tied together.
“Master, you’re back,” Li Ping’an, sprawling over the table, responded listlessly, “Disciple wants to return to the mountain to cultivate.
Forge-Heaven Gate won’t be able to hop about for too long, but His Majesty has given an even higher office.”
Qing Su said, “Then just resign, right?”
Li Ping’an sighed, “Minister Feng has blocked all my paths to resignation.”
“Then continue with the official duties.”
Qing Su seed to be in a good mood, speaking with a hint of playfulness.
“The people here are nice, they speak pleasantly, and there are many ingredients I can’t eat back in Dong’an City.
I quite like it here.”
Suddenly rembering sothing, Li Ping’an sat up abruptly.
“Master, where is my father?”
“He said he wanted to stroll around the Eastern Alliance,” Qing Su said, “When I ca here, he was chatting with several Golden Immortals, even ntioned going out for drinks.
He is your father; it’s unlikely anyone would give him trouble.”
Old Li had started socializing within the Eastern Alliance.
Li Ping’an pondered with so difficulty in his mind.
He wanted to remind his master and his father that Senior Wen Rou was a Wind Whisper Guard, a secret spy under Minister Feng, but as the words ca to his lips, he felt it inappropriate to speak of it.
Senior Wen Rou was one of the few friends his master had.
‘Thank goodness, Senior Wen Rou should have nothing to do with my father for now, better to distance herself as soon as possible.’
Li Ping’an heaved a sigh deep down and decided to go and chat with his father.
And what about the Wanyun Sect, was there no longer an issue?
Didn’t Aunt Yue need company?
Forge-Heaven Gate, though weakened, was still a cal larger than a horse, possessing considerable residual strength.
His own father, socializing and chatting over drinks here, seed slightly negligent of proper duties.
Li Ping’an swept his sleeve, preparing to stand up and rush back to the Immortal Palaces in the sky, to find his father and earnestly advise him.
How could he retire with peace of mind and beco the son of the richest man in the East Continent if his father didn’t redouble his efforts and continue to work hard!
No sooner had he risen than beams of immortal light struck outside the great tent; Wen Rou, accompanied by two n and two won, arrived.
“Ping’an, everyone’s been looking for you.
How co you snuck back here.”
“Co and see what rewards His Majesty has given you.”
“Your father is impressive indeed, just one sche of his managed to leave so many significant figures in the Holy Mother Palace incapable of offering resistance.”
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