Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1283
Chapter 1283: Chapter 1271: Patriarch Xiayao, Kunlun Ancestor, The Promise of That Year_1 Chapter 1283: Chapter 1271: Patriarch Xiayao, Kunlun Ancestor, The Promise of That Year_1 Mu Fan couldn't help feeling uneasy: “Master, I didn't know their origins. I just met them by chance.”
“Forget it, the damage has been done, and I have to give an explanation to the Law Enforcement Hall.”
Patriarch Xiayao pondered for a moment, then solemnly ordered, “From now on, you will be punished by being sent to the Northernmost Ice Field to guard it alongside disciples from various sects, to resist the beast tide and protect the peace of the human world.”
“Yes.”
Mu Fan didn't have any complaints and accepted the punishment willingly.
“When you go there, I will make arrangements for you. The Northernmost Ice Field is guarded by high-level cultivators all year round. I will write you a recommendation letter so that you can enter the Security Battalion and follow their dispatches.”
Patriarch Xiayao thought about it for a while, and then reminded him with concern, “Remember, the Security Battalion is a gathering of disciples from various sects, where all kinds of people can be found. Don't try to show off in any situation and don't cause more trouble.”
“Mu Fan will follow Master's instruction.”
Mu Fan's expression didn't change as he respectfully bowed.
“In that case, be careful on the road and try to get to the Northernmost Ice Field within a month.”
Patriarch Xiayao nodded with satisfaction, and a flash of spiritual light appeared on his hand, producing a floating recommendation letter in front of Mu Fan.
“Thank you, Master.”
Mu Fan took the recommendation letter with both hands, respectfully saluted, then turned around and left.
“Sigh.”
Watching him leave the cave, Patriarch Xiayao sighed at the empty air, “This boy has extraordinary talent and determination. If he can withstand the ordeal of life and death in the Northernmost Ice Field, his future achievements will be limitless.”
“Brother Ji is right.”
A hearty laughter came from the seemingly empty air, followed by the appearance of an old man with a smiling face who bore a striking resemblance to the real-life Maitreya Buddha.
Ancestor Kunlun appeared and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
“You knew their origins, but you didn't care, just watching the drama from the side. That's too unrighteous.”
Patriarch Xiayao glanced at him with displeasure and flicked his sleeve.
“Brother Xiayao is wrong.”
Ancestor Kunlun touched his chin and laughed, “Mu Fan is Brother Xiayao's outstanding disciple, and Brother Xiayao has high hopes for him. I am an outsider, so how could I easily interfere with the internal affairs of the Tranquil Sect?”
“Moreover, Brother Xiayao has been in the Late Stage of Soul Formation for a long time. If he can acquire the Supreme Emperor Pill, he could break through and ascend to the Spirit Realm soon.”
“As an outsider, I dared to ask Brother Xiayao not to mind the misbehavior of these younger generations because I had his best interests at heart.”
“How confident are you about the Supreme Emperor Pill, and when can you get it?”
Mentioning the high-grade spirit pill, Patriarch Xiayao's eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked more energetic.
Ancestor Kunlun touched his chin and laughed, “Qingluo had already handed the spirit pill to me for safekeeping six years ago. As soon as the time is right, and Mu Fan goes down the mountain to gain experience, I can give the spirit pill to Brother Xiayao.”
What a cunning old man, keeping me in the dark!
When Patriarch Xiayao heard this, his eyes twitched. He was so annoyed that he wanted to spit on Ancestor Kunlun's face but forced down his anger at the thought of the Supreme Emperor Pill.
“Hahaha.”
Ancestor Kunlun was delighted to see him embarrassed, laughing so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits. His right hand flashed with spiritual light and then tossed a small white jade bottle to him.
“Now that the time has come, I present the Supreme Emperor Pill to Brother Xiayao, wishing you success and a smooth ascension to the Spirit Realm.”
“Sigh.”
Patriarch Xiayao took the white jade bottle and sighed deeply, “Fate has decreed it, forget it. I can't control it, and I don't want to anymore.”
“Hahaha, that's more like it.”
Ancestor Kunlun felt quite pleased, laughing aloud, “What's the point of blindly following fate? Cultivators are inherently defying the heavens to survive. If the heavens don't let you live, then why bother cultivating immortality?”
Chapter end
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