Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

"Ugh……"

After sighing, Wan Jianyi came behind Dao Xuan Zhenren, placed his hands on Dao Xuan's back, and let the green light from his palms flow in to stabilize Dao Xuan Zhenren's disordered aura and injuries.

Half an hour later, Wan Jianyi withdrew his hands, sat back on the futon, and stared at Dao Xuan Zhenren with a furrowed brow, saying:

"I'm afraid you won't last more than a few days!"

"Hehe..." Dao Xuan Zhenren chuckled and said:

“If your cultivation doesn’t improve significantly, if Zhang Xiaofan doesn’t have the Qingyun Sect in his heart, then I will definitely persevere. Even if it means cultivating the Ghost Path, I will survive and protect Qingyun.”

“However, now that your cultivation has greatly improved and Zhang Xiaofan has the Qingyun Sect in his heart, I can leave with peace of mind!”

At this point, Dao Xuan Zhenren's eyes sharpened, and he said:
"After I've dealt with some matters within the sect, I'll return here in three days, and you can kill me with your own hands!"

Wan Jianyi shook his head and slowly said:

“Three hundred years ago, I was forced to kill my master. Now, I will certainly not kill you, my only senior brother.”

Dao Xuan Zhenren's face darkened, and he rebuked:
"Why can't I kill him? You were able to kill my master three hundred years ago. Why can't you kill me now?"

"Do you intend to wait until I fall into demonic possession before killing me? Even if my strength is greatly reduced by then, with your strength as a half-step Taiqing cultivator, you will certainly not be my match."

As he spoke, Dao Xuan Zhenren became agitated, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes, and he roared:

"You must kill me in three days, or I'll kill you!"

Wan Jianyi looked at the emotionally charged Dao Xuan Zhenren, gently patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"Senior brother, calm down, calm down. Don't let your anger control you!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren was taken aback. He circulated his internal energy to temporarily suppress the malevolent energy within him, and his eyes regained their deep clarity.

Looking at Wan Jianyi, he calmly said:

"You see, just now, without realizing it, my anger affected my mood."

"Junior brother, you must kill me in three days. For the sake of Qingyun, you must kill me."

Wan Jianyi shook his head and suddenly said:

"What if I told you that if I could expel the malevolent energy from your body, you wouldn't become possessed by a demon?"

Upon hearing this, Dao Xuan Zhenren's eyes lit up with excitement; after all, who wouldn't want to live? But the excitement in his eyes quickly vanished, and he said:

"I know better than anyone how malevolent the Zhuxian Sword is. It's absolutely impossible to expel the malevolent energy from my body; I don't even dare to hope for it."

"That's not necessarily true!" Wan Jianyi stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked towards the outside of the Ancestral Hall!
Dao Xuan, seeing Wan Jianyi's appearance, said with slight urgency:

"Stop showing off, okay?"

"Three hundred years have passed, and he still can't change his wild nature."

"Speak quickly, or I'll kill you right now!"

Wan Jianyi slowly said:

"Today, Zhang Xiaofan told me that he might have a way to expel the resentment from your body."

Upon hearing this, Dao Xuan Zhenren immediately rose and went to Wan Jianyi's side. He grabbed Wan Jianyi's wrist tightly, his deep eyes fixed on Wan Jianyi's, and he said breathlessly:
"Really? Are you sure you're not lying to me?"

Wan Jianyi met Dao Xuan Zhenren's excited gaze and said:

Do you think I would joke about something like this?

"That's unlikely." Dao Xuan Zhenren knew Wan Jianyi's character well; the other party would never lie to him about this matter, so he said:
"But I know best the resentment within me; it's impossible to get rid of it."

"If it's really possible, when Zhang Xiaofan heals me during the day, he will expel the resentment from my body."

"So, you're saying Zhang Xiaofan can expel the malevolent energy from my body? I'm afraid even if he could, it's not something he can do right now, is it?"

"Hmm!" Wan Jian nodded and said:

“Indeed, Zhang Xiaofan said he is still not fully prepared and cannot expel the malevolent energy from your body right now.”

"However, he said that once he was fully prepared, he was absolutely confident that he could expel the resentment from your body."

"Oh!" Dao Xuan Zhenren responded indifferently, his eyes calm as he said:
“A few days later, I could no longer suppress the murderous aura within me and transformed into a demon.” “By the time he was fully prepared, it would be too late.”

Wan Jianyi said, "How could it be too late? Zhang Xiaofan said that even if you fall into demonic possession, he can expel the malevolent energy from your body and restore your sanity once he is fully prepared."

"Hehe!" Dao Xuan Zhenren chuckled softly and said:

"If you say that you can expel the resentment in my body before I become a demon, I would believe you."

"However, once I am completely possessed by demons, the malevolent energy within my body will merge with every inch of my flesh and blood. At that point, it will be absolutely impossible to expel the malevolent energy from my body."

At this point, Dao Xuan Zhenren stared into Wan Jianyi's eyes and said:
"Therefore, when I come here in three days, you must kill me, because I can only suppress it for three more days at most."

"Hmm!" Wan Jian nodded, but thought to himself:

I believe Zhang Xiaofan can save you, so I won't kill you.

When you come looking for me in three days, I can just disappear.

I'll track you down then.

When Dao Xuan Zhenren saw that Wan Jianyi had agreed, he was completely relieved.

The reputation of Qingyun, which has lasted for more than two thousand years, cannot be ruined in his hands.

Therefore, he must die! Just like three hundred years ago, when he and his junior brother Wan Jianyi killed their master Tian Chengzi.

Three hundred years ago, it was the time for their master to sacrifice himself. Now, it is time for Dao Xuan to make a sacrifice for the reputation of Qingyun.

"master!"

Just then, Xiao Yicai's voice came from outside the courtyard of the Ancestral Hall.

Upon hearing this, Dao Xuan Zhenren said:

"come in!"

After saying that, he glanced at Wan Jianyi beside him.

Wan Jianyi didn't shy away. He took out a ghost mask from his pocket, put it on his face, and then sat cross-legged on the futon.

Soon, Xiao Yicai crossed the courtyard and entered the Ancestral Hall.

Looking at the dark green figure in the dim light, Xiao Yi suddenly felt a chill in his heart for some reason.

Xiao Yicai bowed slightly and clasped his hands in a salute, saying:

"master!"

"May I ask what brings you to the Ancestral Temple on the back mountain so late at night?"

Dao Xuan Zhenren's deep eyes fell on Xiao Yicai's face. Looking at his calm and composed demeanor, he thought to himself that he was the makings of a sect leader.

Unfortunately, in this world, one's true character is ultimately judged by their level of attainment.

Xiao Yicai's cultivation level is too low. He cannot convince the masses to be the leader of Qingyun Sect, and it would also damage Qingyun's reputation.

"Ugh!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren first sighed, then said:
"Yicai, how many years have you been following your master in cultivating the Dao?"

Xiao Yicai, not understanding why and unable to guess his master's thoughts, replied truthfully:

"More than a hundred years!"

"A hundred years!" Dao Xuan Zhenren patted Xiao Yicai on the shoulder and said:

"Within the Qingyun Sect, Lin Jingyu has cultivated for seventeen years and has reached the Shangqing Realm."

"Lu Xueqi has cultivated for a little over twenty years and has reached the eighth level of Shangqing. Zhang Xiaofan has cultivated for seventeen years and has reached the Taiqing realm."

“Even Tian Ling’er, who has cultivated for twenty years, has reached the peak of Yuqing.”

"Yicai, you have cultivated for over a hundred years, yet you are only at the peak of the Jade Purity Realm!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yicai instinctively sensed something was amiss and immediately knelt on the ground, saying:
"Master, your disciple is disappointing and has disgraced you!" (End of Chapter)