896: Chapter 313 Dazhi’s Little Trick [Thanks to ‘sfqk’, the Golden Fan!] 896: Chapter 313 Dazhi’s Little Trick [Thanks to ‘sfqk’, the Golden Fan!] Hongjun left and another half-day passed.
Li Dazhi sneaked into Li Ping’an’s study.
Li Ping’an was sitting behind the desk, his entire being engulfed in dark lines, his nostrils quivering slightly as he looked at the proposal within the Jade Talisman, at a loss for words to describe it.
“I can understand your determination to establish a Great Sect to snatch away believers from the Western Sect.
“And I see the meaning behind using entertainment to dilute the Great Sect’s influence on heaven and earth.
Li Ping’an raised a jade plaque beside him, boldly engraved with the four characters ‘Flying Meowy Meowy.’
“Isn’t this too childish?
Could those beings who believe in the Western Sect really pray to and offer incense to your Flying Meowy Meowy deity?”
Li Dazhi, hands tucked in his sleeves, leaned half-over the desk, raising his eyebrows at Li Ping’an.
“I was considering, isn’t there a ready-made Sect Guardian Beast?”
The Sect Guardian Beast?
Li Ping’an turned his head to look at Wen Ling’er and the little White Tiger, who, behind the screen, seemed to sense something and poked their heads out.
Li Dazhi stood up and called out, “Hey, White Tiger, come here.”
The White Tiger responded, stood up, and walked out from behind the screen, her long legs concealed under the hem of a plain skirt, her slender waist and ample hips defining what it means to be sexy, her full bosom moving back and forth, causing dizziness.
Yet, her face still bore an innocence and cuteness, with some resemblance to a tiger’s cub.
Li Dazhi chuckled: “Hasn’t she been infused with virtue from the Heavenly Dao?
It’d be perfect for her to be the Sect Hierarch of the Flying Meowy Meowy Sect.”
Li Ping’an raised his hand to rub his forehead, speaking slowly: “White Tiger, resume your original form first.”
With a flicker of immortal light, the little White Tiger’s form vanished, replaced by a majestic White Tiger two feet long, with wings on its back and double pupils in its eyes, a powerful aura filling the entire study.
Wen Ling, who was of slightly lower cultivation, couldn’t help but shiver.
Li Dazhi said: “Isn’t this great?
This strength should be at the Golden Immortal Realm, right?
Cool, it seems like the White Tiger Bloodline has been awakened?
One of the ancient Four Symbols?”
Li Ping’an spoke earnestly: “You’re calling this a Meowy Meowy?”
Li Dazhi gave an embarrassed grin: “It’s a big Meowy Meowy.”
The little White Tiger blinked, opened its mouth wide, and let out a soft “Meow~”
Li Ping’an’s forehead was marked with dark lines as he scolded, “Go eat!
That was so unenthusiastic!”
“Yes, master, but this was as your father suggested.”
The little White Tiger looked aggrieved, lowered its head, and scurried off, transforming back into the stunning figure of the Tiger Tribe in a flash of immortal light.
Li Dazhi observed: “This mount of yours still doesn’t have an official title, right?
She’s transformed into human form; you should give her a name.”
Li Ping’an sighed softly: “Names aren’t important.
She’s capable enough to guard the gates of the Heavenly Court now, and her strength is still growing, consuming vast amounts of Spiritual Energy every day.”
“You see, names aren’t important.”
Li Dazhi spoke earnestly:
“The Flying Meowy Meowy Sect sounds pretty good, let’s settle on that.
Our main goal is to annoy the Western Sect.
“Actually, I’ve thought it over; disrupting the Western Sect’s Twelve-tiered Golden Lotus too early isn’t really good either.
We need a clearer future to facilitate our strategizing.”
Li Ping’an tilted his head, examining Li Dazhi closely.
Li Dazhi spread his hands: “What are you looking at me for?
Is there something on my face?”
“No,” Li Ping’an said puzzledly, “Dad, what’s upset you?
Why did you suddenly change your mind?
Haven’t you been obsessed with disrupting the Western Sect for the past six months?
Given your temperament, I was afraid you’d outright use…
that person’s calculations.”
Li Dazhi spoke seriously: “Times have changed.”
He couldn’t possibly admit that he had just been reprimanded by Hongjun.
Li Dazhi thought carefully about what Hongjun had said; none of it was appropriate to share with others.
The two treasures given by Hongjun were now in his sleeves, that blue stone scroll and the oil-paper package serving as a seal.
Bringing them into the world prematurely would cause chaos.
Moreover, after fully pondering Hongjun’s implicit message, Li Dazhi had confirmed a few facts, like Hongjun indeed intervening in the fate of the entire world, but not wanting to bear any karma, seeking only to transcend and reap the benefits.
Also, Hongjun’s ability to observe other ‘Desolate Eras,’ or so-called ‘multiple Desolate Eras,’ indicated that he was very close to transcendence.
Li Dazhi spoke seriously:
“Ping’an, I’ve contemplated the teachings of the Western Sect for half a year and discovered a secret.
“This world has always developed along a certain axis.
It’s quite abstract, but roughly that’s the case.
“I can’t explain why, it calls for Sect Hierarch-level experts to explore the secrets.
“Since the Creation of Heaven and Earth, everything follows a predetermined course.
Great trends remain, small trends can shift, and what’s the current major trend?”
Li Ping’an pondered before answering, “The rise of the Human Race, the establishment of the Heavenly Court.”
“We’re within this great trend, and our current smooth sailing is supported by it.
“To put it bluntly, if it weren’t for your Great Vow and my spur-of-the-moment lecture to the Heavenly Dao, who became the Heavenly Emperor could have been anyone’s guess.
“But now, we are at the very center of this great trend, all we need is to let things take their course, proactively and ardently, without making unnecessary plans, or else we’ll inevitably encounter…
A divine light shone in Li Ping’an’s eyes as he stared at Li Dazhi.
Li Dazhi cursed with a dark expression: “Your old man hasn’t been possessed!”
Li Ping’an asked in dialect, “When was the first time you hit me?”
Li Dazhi replied in dialect, “You were in third grade when you kicked a football and shattered someone’s window, throwing the soccer shoes I bought for you into the trash to dispose of the evidence.”