Immortal Father-Chapter 1549 - 558: Clouds Disperse, Ice Melts, and the Lovely Master
But whenever the words were about to leave his lips, he seemed to see the person in front of him, clad in white like snow, disappear into the vast snow, and felt an inexplicable tugging pain in his heart. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ธ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ต.๐ฌ๐ค๐ข
Qing Su asked, "So, disciple, how many years do you think it will be before the end-of-world calamity befalls this realm of ours?"
"If we take an optimistic view, maybe a few tens of thousands of years left."
Li Pingโan replied slowly:
"Previously, we hunted so many innate gods and demons beyond the skies, that the Essential Source Object of Heaven and Earth has thickened considerably.
"If no external forces intervene and the Six Saints do not suddenly betray this world, perhaps we could survive another eon before the end-of-world calamity arrives.
"Thatโs the most ideal scenario."
Qing Su asked, "Why do you say that?"
"Because I personally feel, or rather, judging from the various signs at present, the Transcender Teacher will not give us too many chances."
Li Pingโan sighed helplessly:
"There is definitely some variable present now.
"This variable could affect my teacherโs ability to extract the Essential Source Object from our world, and as soon as the Investiture of the Gods Cataclysm is completed, this variable will be extinguished.
"I havenโt figured out exactly what the variable is, and speaking this way may actually sound quite vague.
"The variable could possibly refer to the Jie Sect, which has now amassed enormous combat strength among sentient beings, specifically targeted by the Investiture of the Gods Cataclysm.
"It could also be a change in the state of the Heavenly Dao.
"In any case, none of us want to sit idly by; be it the Heavenly Court, the Three Pure Ones, or all sentient beings, they will certainly attempt to increase our chances against the Transcenderโs plundering when passing through the end-of-world calamity, and the Transcender Teacher, having total initiative, will surely act when his chances of success are highest, otherwise, why would he wait after plotting since ancient times?
"So I pessimistically estimate that once the Investiture of the Gods Cataclysm finishes, Teacher will probably act, in at most two or three thousand years."
Li Pingโanโs spirits dampened considerably when speaking of this, and in a low voice said, "We might only have two or three thousand years left, Master."
"That short?"
Qing Su spoke casually.
"Actually, itโs not that short, two or three thousand years is long enough for us to live for quite a while. Iโm already hundreds of years old, and after turning a hundred, I told myself that every day lived onward was just a bonus, haha..."
"How about I stop being your master?"
Qing Su suddenly spoke softly.
Li Pingโan nearly choked on his drink.
"Wait, why?"
"Iโve long had nothing to teach you. Among your three masters, Iโm the weakest in strength and lack other skills."
Qing Su spoke calmly, nor did she look at Li Pingโan, just stared ahead a bit absentmindedly.
She said, "Moreover, even after all these years of being your master, I only taught you some skills in magical combat and cultivation in the first few years. Yet, Iโve gained more benefits from you."
"Once a master, always a master."
Li Pingโan said anxiously:
"Master is like a beam of moonlight in the discipleโs heart!
"Whenever disciple is lost and clueless, thinking of Master gives me endless motivation!
"Masterโs influence on disciple is far greater than that of the other two teachers! Master, donโt feel pressured just because your cultivation time is shorter!"
"Is that so?"
Qing Su seemed not too happy, and yet a little content.
Her delicate and moist face rarely showed expression; sometimes, a slight pursing of her lips signified a smile, while sometimes appearing dazed when actually expressing displeasure.
Close to the Dao, distant from the worldly dust.
Qing Su quietly drank some wine.
Li Pingโan truly couldnโt understand. His usually quick-turning mind was nearly short-circuited at this moment.
Li Pingโan turned to look at her, noticing the Treasure Bead adorning the cave, emitting faint celestial light that illuminated her skin with a crystalline glow.
"I donโt want to be your master anymore."
Qing Su said softly:
"Itโs not about skills; I just donโt want to anymore."
"This..."
Li Pingโan chuckled wryly, "Is it because I havenโt been communicating much with you, Master? Recently, I have indeed been busy cultivating and worrying about many matters of this world. If I didnโt have so many ties here and was just your disciple, I actually wouldnโt do much, Iโd be content staying quietly in the mountains. But, as I walked this path, I ended up with many things on my mind... I..."
"I want to do something else."
"Huh?" Li Pingโan hesitated for a moment.
Qing Su turned her head to the side; her previous words had been spoken as softly as a mosquitoโs buzz, and now her elegant face showed a trace of unease.
Li Pingโan did not reply.
He continued drinking, his eyes betraying some contemplation.
Qing Su seemed to understand something, and likewise drank dull wine beside him.
Both seemed to hold some concerns, and the source of those concerns was an early compilation by Li Dazhi...
"The Condor Heroic Couple."
The atmosphere here shifted from previously natural and harmonious to slightly awkward.
Qing Su said, "If you donโt want to, just pretend I didnโt mention it..."
"Should we use a different title for each other?" Li Pingโan suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Like, should we call each other by different names?" Li Pingโan said softly, "Like Yang Guo calling Little Dragon Girl by nickname, โLongโerโ or something."
"Well, um," Qing Su cleared her throat, "the others call me Qing Qing, you can use my Dao title."
"Suโer?"
"Yes, then Iโll call you Anโer."
Li Pingโanโs forehead bore a few dark lines.
Qing Su realized something might be amiss and quietly said, "Then Iโll use your real name. After all, you are the Heavenly Emperor, maintaining dignity even privately."
"Okay... Suโer..."
"Li Pingโan."
Li Pingโanโs heart felt as though lightly grasped and tossed up to the clouds, momentarily drifting and wavering, unable to find ground.
