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

When Dao Xuan Zhenren clearly saw the figure behind him, his body trembled violently.

That hunched body, that withered white hair, that gray beard, and that aged face.

Although the appearance was not good, Dao Xuan Zhenren recognized it at a glance as Wan Jianyi, who had just been crushed to death by the Asura Ghost King.

"Junior brother..."

Dao Xuan Zhenren looked at Wan Jianyi, who was standing trembling on the ground, as if the other party would fall to the ground at any moment.

Dao Xuan Zhenren immediately stepped forward and helped Wan Jianyi to sit on a stone platform.

Wan Jianyi looked at Dao Xuan Zhenren and said:

"Aren't you disappointed that I'm not dead yet?"

"Nonsense!" Dao Xuan Zhenren immediately frowned, and rebuked him sharply, saying:
"If you die, I'll be all alone in this world, and I'll be so lonely... Junior Brother!"

For over three hundred years, Dao Xuan Zhenren had felt a mixture of jealousy, admiration, and heartache for Wan Jianyi.

Three hundred years ago, the two were hailed as the two prodigies of Qingyun, attracting the attention of the world.

Therefore, the two are both fellow students and rivals.

Therefore, in everything, Dao Xuan Zhenren always wanted to outdo his junior brother Wan Jianyi and didn't want to be surpassed by him.

Even in death, he had to die behind Wan Jianyi.

However, when he saw Wan Jianyi being crushed to death by the Asura Ghost King, Dao Xuan Zhenren felt a pang in his heart and felt too lonely.

At that moment, he realized that he cared about this only junior brother more than he had imagined.

"Haha..." Wan Jianyi laughed out loud when he heard Dao Xuan Zhenren's words and Dao Xuan Zhenren's address of "junior brother," tears streaming down his face.

He pointed a trembling finger at Dao Xuan Zhenren and said:

"You may seem gentle, but you are actually very competitive. You are just very reserved. You always want to be number one in everything."

“Even my only junior brother was seen as a thorn in your side, someone you both loved and hated. I never imagined that my death just now would suddenly make you see things differently.”

Dao Xuan Zhenren looked at the aged Wan Jianyi, then gazed at the cloud in the sky, and suddenly smiled. His body relaxed, as if all the burdens on his shoulders had completely disappeared at that moment. He smiled and said:
"Our era has passed. The next generation of Qingyun Sect disciples will take over, and it will be an era that belongs solely to Zhang Xiaofan."

"The burden on my shoulders is finally gone, how relaxing!"

Upon hearing Dao Xuan Zhenren's words, Wan Jianyi knew how much his senior brother had sacrificed for the Qingyun Sect. He had devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cause, working tirelessly until his dying breath.

He dedicated his entire life to the prosperity of Qingyun.

Unexpectedly, my senior brother suddenly said that he had put down the burden on his shoulders.

Could it be that……

Wan Jianyi followed Dao Xuan Zhenren's gaze and looked up at the huge cloud in the sky.

There was nothing there except clouds; it was completely empty.

Seeing this, Wan Jianyi asked in confusion:
"Senior brother, there's nothing on that cloud. You looked at it and said your burden was gone. Why is that?"

Dao Xuan Zhenren gazed at the cloud with his deep eyes and said:

"That cloud may seem to contain nothing, but it actually holds great mystery; a true immortal is hidden within it."

"A true immortal?" Wan Jianyi murmured, his mind suddenly jolted.

Because he thought of himself, who should have been crushed to death by the Heavenly Fiend King, and at that time he thought he was going to die.

Unexpectedly, in a flash, he found himself in front of the Illusion Moon Cave. At that moment, he was certain that Zhang Xiaofan had saved him.

To rescue him from the clutches of the Heavenly Fiend King undetected is impossible even for a peak-level Taiqing cultivator, let alone one dozens of times stronger. The only possibility is a True Immortal. That is, Zhang Xiaofan had already achieved True Immortal status, and it was Zhang Xiaofan, a True Immortal, who saved him.

At this moment, Dao Xuan Zhenren continued:
"At some point earlier, when I looked at that cloud, I suddenly saw a tall man with a head of blood-red hair."

"But when I looked again, I still couldn't see it."

"At that time, I was wondering if that blood-haired figure was Zhang Xiaofan."

"And until..."

Before Dao Xuan Zhenren could finish speaking, Wan Jianyi interrupted:
"And it wasn't until the moment I was about to be crushed to death by the Heavenly Fiend King's bloody hand and was suddenly rescued and arrived at the Illusion Moon Cave that you finally realized that the figure was Zhang Xiaofan."

"You finally believe that Zhang Xiaofan actually achieved... true immortality?"

"Hmm!" Dao Xuan Zhenren nodded, his gaze fixed on the colorful flower high in the sky.

However, nothing was ever discovered.

Wan Jianyi was now almost certain that Zhang Xiaofan had become a true immortal, even though no one in the world had become an immortal for ten thousand years.

However, the facts are clear: if Zhang Xiaofan had not become a true immortal, how could he have survived?

Besides Zhang Xiaofan, who else would save him?

Wan Jianyi's aged yet sharp gaze fell upon Yun Cai, and he asked in confusion:
"Senior brother, if Xiao Fan really became an immortal, why is he hiding there and never showing up?"

"Why is it that, given the current perilous state of the Qingyun Sect, he can stand idly by and only save those he cares about?"

Upon hearing this, Dao Xuan Zhenren's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he said:
“Junior brother, this is why you are not suitable to be the sect leader. Because you are not as decisive as me, you are not as ruthless as me, and you do not have my broad perspective.”

"Zhang Xiaofan has a better overall perspective, is more ruthless, and more decisive than me."

"I can guess what Zhang Xiaofan is thinking."

"He has always had only two goals: to become an immortal and to care only about the people around him and whom he cares about."

"In his view, as long as he can protect the people he cares about, the life or death of others is none of his business and he can abandon them at any time."

"Of course, Zhang Xiaofan also cares about Qingyun Sect. However, the Qingyun disciples who are still alive at this moment are the most elite disciples of the younger generation in Qingyun."

"With these disciples here, as long as the Qingyun Sect doesn't perish, and with the added fame of Zhang Xiaofan, a true immortal, the Qingyun Sect will probably be able to recover to its peak in just a few decades."

"It is even more prosperous than the most prosperous period in the past two thousand years."

Wan Jianyi looked puzzled upon hearing this, and shook his head, saying:
"But Xiao Fan clearly saw that he easily saved those dead Qingyun disciples, so why didn't he go and save them?"

“Those disciples were also members of Qingyun Sect. Watching them die one by one, my heart was bleeding…”

Dao Xuan Zhenren gently patted Wan Jianyi on the shoulder and said:

"Out with the old, in with the new. The process may be painful, but the future will be brighter."

"Furthermore, I have already appointed Zhang Xiaofan as the sect leader. Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan will have full authority to decide on all matters concerning Qingyun."

"He can do whatever he wants. Even if Qingyun only has a few dozen elite disciples left, let him do as he pleases. I... will not offer any opinion. Because... he is the head of Qingyun Sect, a true immortal!"

"Ugh!"

Wan Jianyi sighed deeply, thinking of the fallen Qingyun disciples, and murmured:

"Perhaps, this is why I chose to sacrifice myself back then and let you become the sect leader."

"Perhaps, in my heart, I have always believed that you are more suitable to be the leader of Qingyun Sect than I am."

(End of this chapter)