Chapter 327: I Want the Entire Azure Cloud

At the junction of Youzhou and Yunzhou, the North Peak of Profound Origin Immortal Mountain.

The elders in the Elder Pavilion received the order, traveled by air, and led the disciples to prepare to go down the mountain to resist the corpse tide, welcoming the clansmen of their respective families into the array.

And when they passed a white jade palace on the South Peak, they saw a figure standing on a high cliff.

That was a man wearing purple robes and a purple immortal crown, his face as jade, his lips like painted fat; at this time, he was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at everything happening outside the mountain expressionlessly, seriously and absent-mindedly.

At that time, the mountain wind was fierce, but the mysterious light around the man was hidden, so his clothes were not blown away, but flat and without folds.

The only thing moving was a white jade thumb ring he was turning lightly with his fingers.

"It's Holy Son Chu; since returning from the Wandering Immortal Assembly, Holy Son Chu seems to have appeared very rarely."

"There won't be any Holy Son Chu anymore."

"?"

"You don't know yet?"

"I was in seclusion and only came out recently; what happened in the mansion?"

"This Wandering Immortal Assembly was led by the Third Young Master, who visited the other five great Immortal Sects as a personally taught disciple; now it's spreading in the mansion that the Abbot intends to pass the personally taught position to Young Master Zhong Chen, and our outsider Holy Son is probably going to leave the mountain soon."

"No wonder I can always see the Third Young Master coming and going in the mansion these few days, and even pointing fingers at the Elder Pavilion."

"Eh, don't talk nonsense about this sentence; if it spreads out, you will lose your life."

During the process of traveling by air, the figure on the cliff caused a burst of whispers among the Immortal Mansion disciples.

Hearing this, several Zhong-surname elders of the Profound Origin Immortal Mansion could not help but look at each other.

In fact, they had been very clear from the beginning that Chu Xian was not qualified to take over the Profound Origin Pearl.

That is the foundation of the Immortal Sect, the basis for their Zhong family to control the world; how could it be passed to someone else.

It was just that the young disciples of the Zhong family in this generation did not have high cultivation talent; in order to keep the mansion stable, and also so that the personally taught position would not cause open and secret struggles between the Immortal Sect bloodlines, damaging the foundation, the Abbot established Chu Xian as the personally taught disciple.

It has to be said that the Abbot's vision is indeed ruthless.

Chu Xian is not only highly talented but also has strong wrist, but he is not arrogant, and has never been arrogant or domineering.

He doesn't like to talk, his mind is very deep, he is clear about rewards and punishments, and he has been in the personally taught position of the Immortal Sect with an outsider status, suppressing the peace in the mansion; this is ability.

In the eyes of countless cultivators in the Azure Cloud World, except for the Spirit Sword Mountain Little Inspector whose wrist is equally terrifying, in terms of the comprehensive ability of the personally taught disciples of each sect, Chu Xian can be ranked in the top three.

And the existence of this outsider personally taught disciple, besides making the mansion stable, also made the young disciples within the Zhong family hold their breath, and they have been in seclusion for these years, cultivating with all their hearts.

After all, no matter who it is, when they know that the power in the family is about to be stolen by others, they will have a kind of drive.

So for the Profound Origin Immortal Mansion, Chu Xian has indeed made great contributions over the years.

Not to mention other outsider elders, even the elders of their own family appreciate Chu Xian very much.

It was just that when the power changed, everything was returned to its original form.

The main branch of the Zhong family has actually been worried about whether the Chu family would rebel against the Profound Origin Immortal Mansion because of this, but it was unexpected that Chu Xian did not seem to have too many emotions, and his treatment of people was still the same as before.

Facing such loyal performance, even some conservative factions of the Zhong family had nothing to say, only feeling regret, helpless as to why he was not a Zhong family member.

While pondering, the elders and disciples of the Profound Origin Immortal Mansion whistled down the mountain, holding immortal light and killing toward the corpse tide under the mountain.

And not long after they just went out of the array, a woman walked gracefully from the personally taught White Jade Palace on the South Peak.

Her black hair was tied into a hanging bun, with a gold phoenix hairpin inlaid with pearls and jade inserted diagonally; she wore a rouge-red half-arm over a moon-white cross-collared skirt, the edge of the clothes embroidered with intertwined peony patterns, and the silver mud scarf swayed with her steps; she was a beauty in every way.

The woman's name was Zhong Wan'er, the youngest daughter of the Profound Origin Abbot Zhong Li and his concubine.

When the Holy Son was established back then, she was also ordered to marry Chu Xian as his wife.

"Husband, Third Brother is here, and is waiting for you in the palace."

Zhong Wan'er opened her mouth softly, and gently touched her small abdomen; the bulging belly obviously showed she was pregnant.

Chu Xian opened his mouth lightly after hearing this: "Some people say that the history of the Azure Cloud World is a history of ten thousand races cultivating immortality, and some say it is a history of the human race's revival; which one do you think is more accurate?"

"Both statements are suitable; cultivation, and the revival of the human race, have always run through the history of a thousand years; why does husband ask this?"

"I just feel that these two statements don't seem suitable."

Zhong Wan'er looked at him somewhat blankly: "Then what description is suitable?"

Chu Xian looked at the corpse tide rushing one after another and opened his mouth lightly: "I feel that the history of the Azure Cloud World is a history of greed."

"Greed?"

"No matter what era, no matter which race, and no matter who, they are all driven by greed, for the Great Dao, for immortal fate, for lifespan, for power, never stopping."

"?"

"Back then, the Relic Race was exterminated by the Heavenly Dao because of greed, Great Xia became a tool for the Immortal Sect's rule because of greed, and family disciples were refined by the Zheng family ancestor because of greed; there are various kinds of history to be seen, but as soon as you hook them, they rush one after another, as if they can't remember the lessons at all."

Zhong Wan'er's eyes revealed a trace of worry, and she could not help but place her hand on her husband's arm.

She did not know why her husband made such a sigh; thinking about it, she only felt that it was because of the rumors about the personally taught disciple in the mansion recently that made him feel resentful.

Chu Xian raised the corner of his mouth, then walked toward the White Jade Palace.

Inside the main hall of the palace, Zhong Chen was sitting on a chair, and after seeing Chu Xian arrive, he revealed a trace of disgust.

Chu Xian had another name in their Zhong family disciples, called the "thief who steals the family," and disgust was extremely natural.

Especially some time ago, after the rumor that he was going to take over the holy artifact came out, Chu Xian offered a few women from his Chu family, although they were extremely suitable for his taste, it made him even more disgusted.

However, in front of his sister, Zhong Chen did not show this disgust.

"Third Brother."

"Wan'er, you are pregnant now, you can't stand for long, go to sleep first, I have some things to talk about with your husband."

Zhong Wan'er looked at Chu Xian and said: "Husband has been working hard for the sect affairs these few days and is somewhat tired; Third Brother, don't keep him talking too late."

Zhong Chen nodded after hearing this: "I know."

"Then Wan'er will retire first."

"Go."

Zhong Chen responded and looked at Chu Xian: "Why didn't you come to pay your respects to me after returning from the Wandering Immortal Assembly for many days?"

Zhong Wan'er was walking toward the bedroom in the back at this time, and her brows could not help but frown slightly.

In fact, since the rumor that the Zhong family Third Young Master was going to take control of the artifact came out in the sect, many people had stayed away from this White Jade Palace.

So her husband didn't have much to do, and the so-called hard work was just a lie.

And the reason she said this was because Third Brother always had a bad temper, and after gaining power, he became even worse; she was afraid that Third Brother would go too far.

She took off her outer garment lightly, looked at her bulging abdomen, and revealed a trace of a warm smile.

However, just as she lay on the bed, intending to sleep, she suddenly heard a subtle shattering sound.

Was a porcelain cup knocked over?

She listened for

At this moment, inside the main hall of the direct-lineage Bai Yu Palace, a barrier condensed from mysterious light was whistling and flickering.

This was a sound-insulating technique, though not a particularly profound one; it merely used spiritual energy to suppress the transmission of air currents.

And within this formation, Zhong Chen, his arm broken, was filled with terror as Chu Xian reached out, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him off the ground: "Chu Xian, you thief, you dare to be disrespectful to me—do you not want your life anymore!?"

Chu Xian watched him silently: "Sometimes, when I see people who are stupid to the extreme, I really cannot help but feel the urge to kill, and I wonder why the Heavenly Dao allows people like you to appear in this world."

"You want to kill me? Chu Xian, you know that if you dare to kill me, my father will absolutely not let you off!"

"Why would he not let me off?"

"Father has already selected me to inherit the holy artifact; how dare you have the guts to kill his successor!"

Chu Xian did not speak after hearing this, but a ray of immortal light instantly flew from between his brows, snapping his shoulder bone with a 'crack'.

The intense pain caused Zhong Chen to let out a scream, the sharp and miserable sound instantly filling the entire hall.

This Third Young Master of Xuanyuan found it unbelievable—how could he dare?

He was the next Abbot of Xuanyuan; how could Chu Xian, a mere scion of a noble family, dare to commit such an act of insubordination?

"You want to inherit the holy artifact, and you resent me for stealing your position. My Zhong family was right about you—you have been hiding murderous intent all along!"

"I said it already: I finally couldn't help but want to kill you because you are too stupid."

Zhong Chen clutched his shoulder, his eyes full of fear: "Isn't it just the Xuanyuan Pearl you want? Fine, I promise you, after I succeed to the position, I can abdicate the holy artifact and the Abbot's position to you. Chu Xian, killing me now brings you no benefit at all!"

Chu Xian applied more force with his hand, his fingernails sinking into the skin of his neck: "You cannot become a direct disciple, nor can you inherit the holy artifact."

"Father has already said he would pass the position to me; I can swear it to the Heavenly Dao."

"You still don't understand."

Chu Xian waved his hand, slamming him onto the white jade floor tiles of the hall, and picked up the tea on the table: "From beginning to end, you were never the one he chose."

Zhong Chen clutched his painful arm and scrambled backward desperately: "Have you gone insane? Wan'er, Wan'er!"

"What I said is true. He chose your eighth brother, Zhong Qi. As for you, you were actually sent by him for me to kill; otherwise, he wouldn't have left you without even a wisp of energy to protect your heart."

"Nonsense!"

Chu Xian finished his tea and walked in front of him: "Think carefully—why is your cultivation the lowest among your twenty-six brothers, yet he made the entire estate feel that you were the one to inherit the holy artifact? Don't you find that even a little strange?"

Zhong Chen's eyes froze: "Father naturally values my ability; besides, now that the ruins have abundant Dao fruits, raising one's cultivation is not a difficult task at all."

"No, he only did that because your temper is the worst among your brothers."

"What on earth are you spouting..."

"He thought that if he didn't pass the holy artifact to me, I would harbor resentment in my heart. After all, my Chu family accounts for half of the Xuanyuan Immortal Mansion's territory. He didn't want the Chu family to defect because of this, yet he also hoped I would continue to be of use to the Xuanyuan Immortal Mansion, so he pushed you, with your bad temper, in front of me to provoke me."

Chu Xian stared at him: "He knew that with your arrogance, you would definitely make me unable to resist killing you."

Zhong Chen looked at him with a face full of fear: "Stop talking nonsense, what benefit would my father get from doing this..."

"Think carefully; if you can be a little smarter, I might leave you with a breath of life."

"Chu Xian, calm down, I promise, after I succeed to the position, I will definitely find an opportunity to abdicate it to you."

A trace of disappointment appeared in Chu Xian's eyes, and he swung his fist toward his thigh.

A miserable scream sounded along with the sound of breaking bones. Zhong Chen's eyes were splitting, and as he looked up, even his hair crown was cracked against a hall pillar.

At this moment, he looked down at his lower body and saw that his right leg had bent forward unnaturally from the knee; the broken bone shards had pierced directly through his skin and silk trousers, and blood was spurting out continuously.

"After I kill you, the entire Xuanyuan Immortal Mansion will come to hunt me down, especially your Zhong family's main line, who will be furious."

"I was captured and taken to the Immortal Hall, thinking I would surely die, but who would have thought he didn't get angry? Instead, he forgave me, saying you shouldn't have treated me that way, and that he had failed to discipline you properly."

"I was shocked by his tolerance toward me, and my heart was suddenly filled with remorse, so I swore on the spot to be loyal to the Xuanyuan Immortal Mansion for the rest of my life. Then, he logically let Zhong Qi inherit the holy artifact. A hundred years later, Zhong Qi succeeds to the position, and I serve as Vice Abbot to assist him—everyone is happy."

"Do you understand now? You are just a discarded pawn, just a shield for your virtuous younger brother. He has many sons; losing you is of no consequence."

Chu Xian seemed not to hear his screams, speaking to himself.

At this moment, although Zhong Chen was still grimacing in pain, his screaming had stopped, and only the ragged breathing from his nostrils grew more urgent.

In fact, he had indeed wondered why his father had chosen him.

Because he himself was clear that, whether in cultivation or knowledge, he did not rank high among his many brothers.

Chu Xian looked at him with a light laugh: "The old dog is calculating and excels at manipulating people's hearts, but perhaps he never expected that what I wanted was never that broken pearl."

Zhong Chen spoke in a trembling voice: "What is it that you want?"

"I want the entire Qingyun, and now the grand strategy planned for decades has begun; no one can stop me anymore."

"Evil Seed, the Evil Seed is something you created!"

Zhong Chen did not know how it happened, but a string in his brain seemed to have been plucked, and he thought of a possibility.

But just after saying this, he could no longer speak, because Chu Xian struck with his palm, directly cracking his skull, while a burst of immortal light exploded, crushing his soul.

Late intelligence is not intelligence. Chu Xian looked at the spurting blood mixed with shattered brains and could not help but mutter indifferently.

However, at this very moment, a soft call of "Husband" suddenly rose from behind.