Immortal Father

The night is deep and quiet.

Li Ping’an, transformed into an owl, perched on the treetop, staring at the small courtyard of Yang Tianyou’s house.

A mark of the Red Embroidered Ball flickered continuously on his Spirit Platform; this was the power of the Saint he had just borrowed, enabling him to observe Zhunti’s manifestation and conceal his own tracks.

Although Zhunti is the last of the Six Saints, he is still a Saint.

Li Ping’an quietly waited for more than half the night.

He was sure that Zhunti would not give up easily; he just couldn’t predict when Zhunti would appear again.

Besides staking out at Yang Tianyou’s place, Li Ping’an also left a strand of his Primordial Spirit in the Temple of Destiny in the Heavenly Court, turning into his phantom, waiting with the Moon Elder.

When he went to borrow the mark of the Red Embroidered Ball, he also asked the Holy Mother to watch over the still unconscious Yao Ji.

All matters here were already arranged properly.

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’Make the greatest effort, after all, this is contending with a Saint.’

Li Ping’an thought thus, continuing to vigilantly observe various places.

He was ready to stake out for ten days to half a month.

However, at dawn, Zhunti’s manifestation—the old Daoist appeared again at the place it had vanished before, standing at the edge of the Yang family field.

He looked thoughtful, like strolling in his own courtyard, heading towards Yang Tianyou’s rural courtyard.

’So soon?’

Li Ping’an raised an eyebrow slightly.

This old Daoist was hiding outside the frame, needing no pretense; hence his demeanor was fierce, expression cold, with a fleeting smile at the corner of his mouth.

He walked outside Yang Tianyou’s house, joining his hands in thought.

Obviously, to interfere with the operation of the Heavenly Dao, he also faced many limitations, such as needing to be close when grabbing the thread of marriage fate.

Then, the old Daoist subconsciously glanced at the sky, a cold smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

This red thread, he determined to tie it!

Not even Taiqing could save that princess of the Heavenly Court!

The old Daoist cast spells again, pulling out two red threads in the air, the left still a gray thread.

He pondered slightly, staring intensely at the gray thread for a while, seemingly not quite understanding what the state of the marriage red thread represented.

Li Ping’an almost laughed at this scene.

Quickly, the old Daoist calculated with his fingers, then showed realization, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, fingers pinching the gray thread, gently sliding over it.

The gray thread instantly gained a bit of green.

The old Daoist’s face suddenly turned somewhat ugly, frowned in thought for a long while, then summoned a twig in the air, gently pointing it at the gray thread.

In the Palace of Nüwa, Yao Ji groaned, suddenly raised her head, and fainted.

Nüwa, who had been waiting for a long time, appeared behind Yao Ji, pointed a finger at Yao Ji’s head, and her pale face instantly returned to normal.

Inside the Yang family’s courtyard.

The old Daoist hesitated again, watching the marriage red thread turn from light red to green, then from light green to gray.

Li Ping’an knew from this scene that Nüwa had already intervened.

He pondered slightly but wasn’t anxious to act.

The old Daoist cast spells three times in succession, the marriage red thread changing colors back and forth, his brows furrowing deeper, then simply stuck the gray thread and red thread together.

He must have learned from his previous lesson, contemplating the operation rules of the marriage Great Dao; after pinching the red thread this time, a layer of faint gold light appeared between the red and gray threads.

The gold light turned into gold threads, like threading a needle, tying the two thin threads together.

Li Ping’an, transformed into an owl with the help of the Red Embroidered Ball’s concealment, still dared not act rashly, cocked his head to watch the old Daoist’s actions, while a strand of Primordial Spirit waiting long in the Heavenly Court immediately looked at the Moon Elder.

The Moon Elder, holding a treasure scissors, took a stride forward, pinched that gray thread along the clay sculpture of Yao Ji!

Snap!

A gold light blossomed from the Temple of Destiny and then dissipated into thin air.

Li Ping’an thought Zhunti should have noticed.

But he quickly saw that the old Daoist in the Yang family’s courtyard, looking at the drooping two marriage red threads, wasn’t well.

"Does This Poor Daoist misunderstand the Heavenly Dao?"

"The marriage red thread is the foundation of the proliferation of living beings, crucial for the Heavenly Dao’s control of them; its importance is second only to the matters of the underworld and reincarnation. Could it be that the Heavenly Dao does not permit the Saints to interfere?"

"This doesn’t make sense; clearly, I can also manipulate this Dao."

The old Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, frowned, and pondered.

Li Ping’an felt reassured upon seeing this scene.

Zhunti Saint’s understanding of the Heavenly Dao was indeed not very strong.

His first move was to let Zhunti ’retreat in face of difficulty’; if Zhunti still did not give up troubling Yao Ji, Li Ping’an would then show up himself.

At worst, it would be a real showdown of magical combat.

Even losing the battle wouldn’t be considered shameful, because Zhunti is a Saint of the Heavenly Dao.

Zhunti stood there for a while longer.

The voice of Yang family’s couple came from the house:

"Tianyou, what’s wrong with you?"

"Feeling a bit hot, perhaps sick; it’s okay, you rest, I’ll go drink some cold water."

"Hmm, call me if you need anything."

Yang Tianyou, a mortal, was also showing unusual signs.

Li Ping’an raised an eyebrow slightly; if Zhunti continued to act, he could no longer remain idle.

As the Heavenly Emperor, how could he watch innocent mortals being harmed in vain without taking action?

Moreover, the perpetrator was the deputy hierarch of the Western Sect, the source of more than half of the world’s calamities from ancient times to today.

The old Daoist grabbed the red thread again.

Li Ping’an, in the form of an owl, was about to make a sound.

"Forget it," the old Daoist shook his head, "Ultimately, I can’t leave traces, lest they seize a handle against me."

He turned around to leave, took two steps, was about to use divine skills, then suddenly stopped, looking back into the house.

The old Daoist suddenly raised his hand towards Yang Tianyou, a red thread intertwined appeared in his palm.