Chapter 1464 - 525: A Brand-New Strategy (Part 2)
This is the red string of fate between Yang Tianyou and his wife.
The old Daoist contemplated briefly, then grabbed the gray string out of thin air, intending to weave it into the red string using the Secret Technique he had comprehended before.
Li Ping’an’s recently calmed heart sank once again.
Goodness!
Is Zhunti planning to create a triangular red string?
As a Saint of the Heavenly Dao, does he truly not fear breaking the rules set by the Heavenly Dao and suffering its backlash?
Yang Tianyou’s wife is pregnant, and Li Ping’an did not dare to be negligent. He immediately spoke up:
"So it’s you."
The old Daoist’s body tensed slightly, then quickly returned to normal. A faint cold smile appeared on his lips as he turned around silently, facing backward.
His hands still held onto two strings of fate.
He seemed to think that Li Ping’an could not see his location.
The owl suddenly exploded with a pop, transforming into the figure of Li Ping’an, clad in black and reflecting pale golden starlight in the night.
Li Ping’an stared directly into the old Daoist’s eyes.
"Junior Brother, though you are among the lesser known, you are still a model for all beings and a paragon of heaven and earth. Now here you are, performing such disgraceful deeds. It’s truly laughable."
The old Daoist said indifferently, "This Poor Daoist is merely a wandering immortal, perhaps Your Majesty has mistaken my identity."
"Is that so? Can a wandering immortal manipulate the red string of fate?"
Li Ping’an slowly approached, stopping at the courtyard gate, and cast two beams of golden light to shield the couple inside, allowing them to fall into a deep sleep in their bed.
He said, "What is Junior Brother trying to do? I had sensed anomalies in the Heavenly Dao earlier, as if someone was causing disturbance. I never thought it was Junior Brother meddling directly for a mortal’s marriage. It truly draws attention. Whose string of fate is in your other hand?"
The old Daoist still did not release his grip, smiling and saying, "Your insight is impressive, Your Majesty. Even my skills have been noticed by you. I have a connection with the unborn child here. I am simply making arrangements for the future to recruit a disciple."
"Junior Brother Zhunti, you are still pretending!"
Li Ping’an suddenly raised his hand in anger:
"You truly have no shame as a Saint!"
The old Daoist’s face darkened, but a cold smile tugged at his lips: "It seems Your Majesty holds this Heavenly Court Princess very dear."
Li Ping’an chuckled lightly: "I advise you to stop now."
"What do you think will happen if I mix this gray string with the red string, Your Majesty?"
The old Daoist said leisurely:
"I’ve traveled the universe and have never seen a red string of fate in this color. I am extremely curious."
Li Ping’an’s lip twitched slightly.
Where was the red string of fate before the Heavenly Court’s establishment?
Could this guy be thinking that I appeared out of concern for these three strings? And what if the three strings entangle together? The Old Man of the Moon is sharpening his scissors right now.
However, this does provide a convenient excuse...
"Put down this string," Li Ping’an said calmly, "You calculated against my sworn sister just to embarrass the Heavenly Court and undermine my prestige here, but there’s no need to involve other innocent people."
The old Daoist said, "I’ve already told you, I am not your Junior Brother."
He slowly brought the strings of fate in his hands closer.
Li Ping’an’s expression varied constantly. He had a Heaven Emperor’s Seal in his palm, and a Treasure Bead floated on his shoulder.
Li Ping’an raised his hand in wrath: "Zhunti, dare you?"
"How would I not dare? Hahaha."
The old Daoist laughed loudly, his eyes full of mockery:
"Why does Your Majesty not dare to stop me? Is it because there are many mortals here, and you fear harming the innocent?
"I’ve seen many deceivers from ancient times to now, and Your Majesty is truly unmatched among them."
"A Saint, here threatening the Heavenly Emperor with mortal lives?"
Li Ping’an cursed:
"You truly have no shame to the extreme!"
"How many times must I say that I am merely passing through here and am not a cultivator of the Western Sect."
The red strings in the old Daoist’s hands were about to intertwine, but he deliberately slowed down, savoring Li Ping’an’s expression, speaking leisurely:
"Why are you silent, Your Majesty?
"Since you’ve given silent consent, I shall combine them now."
"You!"
Li Ping’an instinctively stepped forward, but a faint Dao Charm surrounded the old Daoist, intertwining the red string of Yang Tianyou and his wife with Yao Ji’s gray string.
This time, it succeeded.
Perhaps due to Yang Tianyou’s wife’s red string, the moment the gray string twined, it turned green, with the three red strings of fate entangled together.
In the next instant, a thin pitch-black divine thunder descended from the sky!
The old Daoist neither dodged nor ducked, allowing the divine thunder of tribulation to strike him, remaining unmoved.
Such is the power of a Saint.
Even though this was merely an incarnation with little strength, it was still of a Saint’s level; the Great Dao of the Saint, beyond the reach of divine punishment.
"This matter is done. This Poor Daoist shall take his leave."
The old Daoist said softly:
"If Your Majesty does not make a move to detain me, then we’ll part ways here."
Li Ping’an smirked: "How am I to compete with the esteemed Saint Zhunti?"
The old Daoist shook his head, "I’ve said it several times, I am not that Saint, so farewell."
In the next moment, the old Daoist’s figure quietly disintegrated, turning into a wisp of clear energy, vanishing without a trace.
Li Ping’an flicked his sleeve, letting out a deep snort.
If you perform, do it all the way.
His figure transformed into a beam of light heading towards the Holy Mother Palace, while the Yang couple remained asleep.
In the hall of fates.
The Old Man of the Moon carefully snipped the green string of fate with a pair of scissors, letting out a gentle sigh of relief, wiping the perspiration from his brow.
Though it was a trivial matter for him, the presence of the Heavenly Emperor observing the whole time was incredibly pressure-inducing.
The Old Man of the Moon whispered, "Your Majesty, it’s done."
"Hmm, you keep watch," Li Ping’an instructed, "and don’t tell anyone I’ve left a wisp of Primordial Spirit here."