You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

"You want to fight the Emperor and the Four Sects alone?"

Liu Ziqing looked at his son with a joking expression and sneered, "Just relying on you, a mortal who failed to build a foundation and went astray?"

He shook his head, as if he thought this was a huge joke, then turned and left, leaving behind a few words: "Silly boy. Power and wealth are external things. If you fail, remember to run." After that, his figure disappeared from sight.

Looking at his father's departing back, Liu Yuntian raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of self-deprecating smile, and muttered to himself: "It does sound a bit boastful."

At this moment, a group of people appeared in front of Liu Yuntian, lined up neatly.

Qi Xing, the leader, stepped forward and said respectfully, "Mr. Liu, the brothers are ready and can set off at any time."

This group of people are the sixteen personal guards including Qi Xing, and they are also Liu Yuntian’s most loyal followers.

Liu Yuntian scratched his head, thought for a moment and asked, "Departure? Where to?"

This sentence stunned everyone present, especially Qi Xing, who widened his eyes and looked confused.

After a while, he stammered in response: "Didn't you say you were going to cause trouble for Wan'an Temple today?... Has the plan changed? Are you not going today?" There was a hint of disappointment and worry in his voice.

"Oh yes!"

Liu Yuntian suddenly clapped his hands and said as if he had suddenly realized something: "I almost forgot."

He waved his hand, signaling everyone to get ready to go. Then he turned to Qi Xing and said, "Bring a horse, we're leaving now!"

Hearing this, everyone took action and quickly prepared horses and equipment. Liu Yuntian jumped on his horse and led the team slowly towards the direction of Wan'an Temple outside the city.

Passing by his father's motorcade, Liu Yuntian deliberately slowed down his pace and knocked on a gorgeous carriage. The next moment, a graceful lady poked her head out and shouted in surprise, "Tian'er?! Have you figured it out? Do you want to go with mother?"

Liu Yuntian looked at this woman, with a hint of helplessness and bitterness in his eyes. She was Liu Yuntian's mother, Liu Baishi.

"Don't you know what his temper is like?" Without waiting for Liu Yuntian to answer, Liu Ziqing's voice was heard again in the car.

Liu Yuntian smiled bitterly and said, "Mother, father is right. I can't bear to leave these mortals. If I really give up, I will feel guilty, so I want to try again."

Liu Bai's face instantly fell, and she looked unhappy. "So you're putting your life and property on the line? Before you came to power, they were enslaved by immortals. You let them have five years of good food and clothing. You don't owe them anything. You are different from them. You are the legitimate son of the Liu family, a natural aristocrat! You don't have to look at anyone's face..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Before his mother could finish her words, Father Liu started coughing violently, interrupting her.

"Mother, how can a mortal not consider the faces of immortals? If my child succeeds, then I really don't have to consider their faces. You and father can rest assured that my child can take care of himself."

Liu Bai turned around and glared at Liu Ziqing in complaint, then her face was filled with sorrow, "Mother didn't mean that... Oh, forget it, a grown-up son is no longer under the control of his mother, so you must put your own safety first."

Liu Yuntian smiled and nodded: "Mom, you too, you are still pregnant at such an old age, you must take good care of yourself in a quiet place."

Upon hearing this, Liu Bai's face suddenly flushed. She rolled her eyes and said, "Why do you sound like you're blaming your mother for giving birth to a thief who wants to steal our family fortune?"

Father Liu immediately retorted, "How can there be any property? I have lived an honest life, how can I have any property? Why don't you ask how many spiritual stones his sugar and salt factories can earn every year?"

Upon hearing this, Liu's mother was not to be outdone: "Hey, how can you be so arrogant? You can't even leave the family property to the children, and you still think you are right!"

"Humph, of course I am right. I don't have his ability. Just for those two factories, even immortals have to line up to give him spirit stones. I really don't understand. What's the point of a group of immortal cultivators who eat fasting pills buying salt and sugar?"

Liu Yuntian watched the two people quarreling more and more fiercely, and could not help but clap his hands helplessly to interrupt them: "Father and mother, we are about to leave Daliang, why are you still quarreling?"

"Your father is just jealous that you are richer than him!"

"You are talking nonsense, you witch!"

"..."

Liu Yuntian smiled bitterly and shook his head, then rode his horse away from the caravan. The couple quarreled every day and there was never a single day of peace. This was a common occurrence.

Just as he was about to leave, Liu Ziqing's voice came from behind him again, "Why, the Qingyun Sect outside is not enough for you, Master Liu, to grind your teeth, so you plan to provoke the Buddhist Sect?"

Liu Yuntian turned around and smiled, "Too many lice won't itch. We have to follow the rules in Daliang. The more arrogant I am, the less they will dare to act rashly. It's better to strike with one punch than to receive a hundred."

When the Liu family's carriage completely disappeared from Liu Yuntian's sight, he sighed slightly, "The old man is a bit cunning... But it's better to leave, after all, he is my biological father in this life..."

"After all... I don't want to kill you."

......

Outside the city, Wan'an Temple.

Liu Yuntian led the horse up the mountain road and came to the gate of Wan'an Temple. He saw many pilgrims coming in and out, making it very lively.

Seeing the prosperity of Wan'an Temple, Liu Yuntian couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that Wan'an Temple is doing very well."

He ordered his men to tie up the horse and then went in. However, when he reached the door, he was stopped by a young monk. The monk looked at him and asked politely, "May I ask what you are here to ask for?"

Liu Yuntian frowned and looked down at his clothes in confusion, wondering if it was because he was wearing the wrong clothes? He was wearing a Jinyiwei-style dragon robe, so there shouldn't be any problem.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, doesn't this little monk know what it means for the Jinyiwei to come to his house? Of course he is here to cause trouble! Or is he here to send warmth?

The monk seemed to have noticed the change in Liu Yuntian's expression, but he still slowly put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and then replied: "Amitabha, donor, our Wan'an Temple is very popular, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming to burn incense and worship Buddha. Some of them come to pray for peace, some come to pray for children, wealth, and marriage... In short, as long as the donor has something in his heart, the Buddha will do his best to satisfy it."

Hearing this, Liu Yuntian's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He thought to himself that Wan'an Temple was really good at doing business, taking care of all kinds of wishes. No wonder so many pilgrims chose to pray here. However, he did not plan to burn incense and pray for something like those pilgrims.

"You have quite a comprehensive business. The Buddha is busy enough, taking care of everything."

The monk was startled when he heard this, and after thinking for a while he asked, "May I ask, sir, what is business?"

Liu Yuntian waved his hand and said, "Nothing. I come here to pray for wealth and see if your Wan'an Temple is effective." After saying that, he was about to walk into the temple, but the next moment, the monk blocked his way again.

"Since this donor wants to ask the Buddha for something, he needs to show his sincerity first."