I can make a crit with alchemy

Chapter 262 Go with the flow, do nothing, this is your life.

Thinking of this, Li Daoran stood up and walked out of the cave.

His cave is located in the mountains below the Ziwei Immortal Palace, not only him, but the caves of his two younger brothers are also in the mountains below the Immortal Palace.

Only by becoming the Son of God can one enter Ziwei Immortal Palace to practice, and start to get in touch with the high-level affairs of the Immortal Palace.

Walking out of the cave, Li Daoran raised his head and looked at the giant island fairy palace floating above the sky.

Suspended in the sky, blooming with golden light, filled with auspicious clouds and rosy clouds, and flying cranes and auspicious beasts, the Immortal Palace is right in front of you, but it seems so far away, even if he climbs and struggles all his life, he will not be able to reach the peak.

The misty and vast fairy palace carried his lifelong dream.

"Brother!" A pleasant voice came, interrupting Li Daoran's thoughts.

Li Daoran didn't need to turn his head to know the owner of this voice, it was Junior Sister Qing Ru.

Sure enough, after two breaths, a beautiful figure descended from the sky, with a fragrance floating, skirts fluttering, and Qingru junior sister came to his side.

Junior Sister Qingru was still as lovely and charming as ever, with a pretty baby-fat face and a rosy face, looking at him with a smile on her face.

This glance, through the time of thousands of years, made him feel that things are right and people are wrong.

...Father once said that life is like a dream, is this the feeling?

In the dream about "Ye Chang'an", he also dreamed of his junior sister Qingru. In the dream, she was called "Mo Zhenzhen", she was her senior sister and his Taoist companion.

However, in reality, he will not form a Taoist couple with his junior sister. He will only consider other things, such as the love between his children, after he has completed what he must do.

"If you don't practice with Master, what are you doing here?" Li Daoran looked at the smiling junior sister with a straight face.

Junior Sister stretched out her white and tender hand, pinching a red elixir that radiates heat waves on her slender fingers like onion roots.

"This is... the Fire Infant Pill." Li Daoran looked at the smiling junior sister. The Fire Infant Pill was a pill that the master promised to give her after she was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage. A flash of excitement flashed in his heart, "You have been promoted Nascent Soul Realm?"

"Soon! Master said that with my talent, I will be promoted to the God Transformation Realm in a few years! When the time comes, I will protect you!" Qing Ru said triumphantly with her hands on her willow waist.

I always feel like I have heard this sentence somewhere before, and Li Daoran felt an inexplicable love and compassion, and couldn't help but reach out and rub Qingru's hair, "You are a junior sister, how can I let you protect me?"

"When I am better than you, I will become your senior sister?" Qing Ru said with a smile, her beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Begging to be beaten!" Li Daoran put on a straight face, and said that he was about to fight, but Qing Rushi backed away in alarm, laughing like a silver bell.

"Daoran, come to the Immortal Palace." At this moment, the voice of the emperor resounded in Li Daoran's mind.

Li Daoran looked up at the Immortal Palace, and sighed in his heart. He had dreamed of and avoided the day for many years. Has this day finally come?
"What's wrong?" Junior sister turned her head to look at senior brother who looked melancholy.

"I'll go to the Immortal Palace." Li Daoran said, turning into a ray of light and flying towards the Immortal Palace.

Seeing the lonely figure of the elder brother leaving, Qingru's face was no longer as bright as before, and he just frowned and sighed. As the eldest son of Emperor Ziwei, the elder brother bears the title of practice waste, and he has suffered too much in his heart.

……

Passing through the resplendent pavilions, Li Daoran came to the main hall in the middle of the Immortal Palace.

The hall was empty, only three people.

Sitting on the purple gold throne, exuding a vast divine light, the man with a straight look and aloof, is Li Daoran's father, the holy lord of Ziwei Immortal Palace, Emperor Ziwei.

The two men standing next to him looked a lot like Li Daoran, but there was always a haughty look between their brows.

The two stood with hands folded respectfully, looking at Li Daoran who flew over at the end.

"Daoran is here." Emperor Ziwei said lightly, with a majestic expression.

"Today, the deity will announce who will be the holy son of my Ziwei Immortal Palace."

"Father, can you give me another three years?" Li Daoran sighed in his heart. He had already made up his mind, but seeing his brother and father who were in the same vein as him, his heart softened again.

If he can stand up within three years, the two younger brothers may not have to die.

"Three years and three years, how many three years has the father given you?" Li Daoduan, the second brother on the left, said lightly.

The third brother Li Daojian also sighed lightly and said:

"Father can wait, we can wait, Ziwei Immortal Palace can wait? Can you wait for three years for the Holy Son's Championship in one year? Brother, our purpose is the same, to revitalize the Immortal Palace, who Is it not the top? Why do you have to occupy this position?"

Li Daoran gritted his teeth and said nothing, the anger and grief in his heart were like a raging fire, about to drown him.

"Daoran." Emperor Ziwei said slowly.

"The so-called Dao follows nature, and sometimes fate must have it. The matter has come to this point, and it is useless to force it."

"Then you said that my fate is the fate of heaven, and the fate of letting nature take its course is also lying to me?" Li Daoran looked up at his father.

"Let nature take its course and do nothing. One day, you will understand the truth that Tao follows nature. At that time, you will wake up." Emperor Ziwei said lightly.

Li Daoran was originally his most proud son, the son who most hoped to inherit his lineage, but unfortunately, he was immature mentally and was eager for success.

Dao follows nature. I named him Dao Ran at the beginning in the hope that he could practice naturally and calmly, but his character is exactly contrary to his name. The more impatient, the more difficult it is to comprehend and enlighten him. God willing?
"Anyway, it's not today, is it?" Li Daoran was angry. His father's words always made people confused and confused when he didn't know!
He didn't understand at all what it means to let nature take its course and do nothing!

He only knew that if he hadn't won the position of the Holy Son today, he would never be able to stand up again in this life!
It's natural to go to the fucking shit, I have to go against the sky!

"Cultivation can't be accomplished overnight. The more anxious you are, the harder it is to see the destiny. This is your destiny. If you don't admit it, you have to admit it." Ziwei said lightly.

"What if I don't accept my fate? Will I never see the fate?" Li Daoran sneered, looking at his father coldly.

Talk about breaking destiny all day long, as if you have seen the destiny, if you have seen the way of heaven, why don't you know how to ascend?
Seeing the hostility flashing in Li Daoran's eyes, Emperor Ziwei shook his head secretly, feeling disappointed, after all that, the idiot was getting deeper and deeper, hopeless, so he said leisurely:
"With your gifted mind, it's hard to achieve anything in this life, so go on."

Saying that he waved his sleeves angrily, a powerful coercion came from his father, Li Daoran snorted, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then was pushed by the powerful coercion, and flew towards the outside of the fairy palace, until he was pushed out of the suspended The giant island flew towards the mountain range below, smashed hard on the mountain peak, and passed out immediately.

An old figure appeared, silently looking at Li Daoran who had passed out and was covered in bruises by the coercion, and let out a long sigh.

After a while, the delicate Qing Rufei came and carried Li Daoran out from the crack of the stone, looking at the old man with red eyes.

"Master, please save him!"

(End of this chapter)