Chapter 433

The towns of the Li family held a funeral in white and hemp. Li Xicheng followed the will and did not hold it very big. However, the King of Shanyue, Li Jiman, hurried back once and cried very sadly.

Regardless of whether this sadness was true or false, at least the meaning was there. Li Xicheng helped him up. This person already had the cultivation of the sixth level of Qi Refining, which showed that he had the heart to practice these years.

But for the current Li family, Qi Refining cultivators could no longer be considered key combat power, nothing more than helping with work at the middle level. Every position on several spiritual mountains was contested by a large number of cultivators. In the last two years, the number of Qi Refining cultivators in the Jade Court Guards had reached double digits, and his sixth-level cultivation was not worth mentioning.

Li Xijun guarded the mountain for two months, but saw the golden crow shining brightly in the sky, with no clouds for ten thousand miles. He raised his arm, brushed his sleeves, and dusted off some smoke and dust.

'Water waves for a thousand miles on the lake... where did the sand smoke come from...'

He paused, showing surprise, and sighed in his heart:

"Brother Ming has succeeded!"

Li Xijun hurried down, and sure enough, saw the golden light in the cave abode shining brightly, with sand and wind blowing. A man in a Daoist robe stood with his hands behind his back, with a young face, golden light and golden fire shuttling back and forth beside him. He stepped on fire and came, laughing:

"I have cast the Dao foundation, practiced for six years, and it has been twenty-seven years until now, achieving the 'Jinyang Huangyuan Pass'."

Li Ximing had broken through to Foundation Establishment more than half a month ago, spent some time stabilizing his cultivation, and then broke out of the pass. Li Xijun in front of him calculated for a while and said in surprise:

"This is only... about three years. How difficult was it? Was it a matter of course? Why was it so fast!"

Li Ximing paused and thought:

"At first it was the most difficult. I condensed it with great effort. Although the hope of success was great, it would have taken at least five years no matter what."

"But just a few months ago, I suddenly saw many golden light illusions, and the immortal foundation in my body condensed spontaneously, dozens of times faster than my efforts, and it condensed quickly... I don't know what happened."

Li Xijun listened to the golden light and suddenly remembered the 【Jianyang Ring】, thoughtful. Li Ximing had already introduced it proudly:

"This immortal foundation is called 'Jinyang Huangyuan Pass', grabbing heavenly light, capturing flames, stepping on light dust, driving away evil and breaking disasters, growing all things, controlling ten at night... cough cough."

He was proud for a moment and let it slip. Only then did he explain seriously:

"There are two great miracles. One is to 【Grab Heavenly Light】, taking heavenly light to cast spells, which can surpass most Dharma lights."

He pinched his fingers, and the Dharma light in his hand really became golden and bright, as if he had practiced some special spell, dazzling and eye-catching. Li Xijun practiced pupil arts and did not dodge, looking straight at it and nodding. Only then did Li Ximing say:

"Second, it is called 【Minghuang Yang Pass】, which can summon a Minghuang pass to suppress enemies. As the cultivation becomes deeper, this pass grows longer and higher..."

He smiled and continued:

"As for the arts of controlling fire, Yin-Yang union, and stepping on light dust, they are all small paths, not worth mentioning!"

The "Golden Hall Jinyang Huangyuan Art" was after all a fourth-grade technique, and the immortal foundation cultivated was very powerful, with great improvements in all aspects. Although there was no exclusive technique secret book to practice, it was still a step higher than third-grade techniques.

He was very proud, and for a moment didn't even notice the white gauze in the mountains, until he saw Li Xijun's sorrowful face, only then did he change color belatedly.

"This..."

He was stunned, and Li Xijun in front of him sighed:

"Please restrain your grief, seventh brother."

Li Ximing shook his sleeves and realized:

"Oh!"

Li Ximing's voice choked in an instant, his full joy vanished, and he stood blankly in the air for a few breaths, answering:

"When did it happen? Has father been buried?"

He asked two questions foolishly and began to cry. Following Li Xijun, he stepped into the mountains. Li Ximing said:

"Eighth brother... I just wanted to let go and wait until Foundation Establishment to see him."

Since returning from the Xiao family and having a big fight, Li Ximing had never seen his father again. Li Yuanping was full of disappointment and insisted on not seeing him actively. Li Ximing was very afraid, dragging it day by day without facing his father's face. He didn't expect to drag it for many years and couldn't see him even after his father was dragged to death.

Walking in the cemetery, looking at the gray tombstones, Li Ximing's face was full of tears, shaking from head to toe, cold sweat dripping, unable to stop for a moment.

He walked all the way to Li Yuanping's tombstone. The inscription was brand new, with some life achievements engraved on it. Li Ximing knelt down softly. Li Xijun on the side retreated silently, wanting to leave him his own time. He didn't expect Li Ximing to groan:

"... Don't go..."

He had to stand silently. Li Ximing in front of him seemed to be more confused and fearful than sad, kneeling softly before this tombstone for a long time, until the bright moon rose and sand-like raindrops fell from the sky. Only then was he horrified.

Li Ximing jumped up in a hurry, looking around, driving the wind and flying away like running away, stumbling back to the cave abode, tripping twice by the threshold, and falling before the stone table.

On this table was a stack of small letters, all placed outside the secret room by others during his closed-door cultivation. He grabbed one from it in a daze:

"When will Ximing leave the pass? There are thirteen kinds of elixirs in the family, and the quantity still needs to be arranged. If you have time, please come to see me."

The handwriting was very heavy, looking thoughtful, signed by his father Li Yuanping, about half a year ago. He pulled out another one, which read:

"If Ximing leaves the pass, please come to see me."

This one was closer in time, only about three months. Li Ximing read them one by one. There were fifteen letters in total, each more concise than the last, each more urgent than the last.

The last letter was half a month ago. Li Yuanping finally stopped calling him Li Ximing. His father's handwriting was no longer neat, crooked, and read:

"My son, come quickly."

Li Ximing's heart was full of confusion and dullness before, and there was not much grief surging. Only now did a piercing pain like a mountain and sea spread in his heart. He threw away the letter like lightning, gasped twice, and said:

"Dad... Dad... I was wrong... Dad..."

Thunder roared in his mind, and everything before his eyes spun rapidly, stirring his whole mind to extreme pain. Li Ximing's fingers and toes were trembling, and the world was silent.

"Thump."

Li Ximing slowly regained consciousness, finding himself lying on the table, spreading his hands, trying to embrace these letters, but failing, letters falling all over the floor, the last one still hanging on his sleeve, four small words making him unable to bear looking at them.

Li Ximing was only confused for a moment. Foundation Establishment cultivation made him wake up quickly. His face was pale, and he stood blankly in place.

He had always been afraid to see his father, only waiting for his father to call him back.

Li Yuanping was tough, enduring until the end. As a result, in the remaining glow of this father's life, from the order of making excuses to the gentle invitation, from request after request to the grief of the last breath, Li Ximing never heard a single word.

(End of chapter)