After Being Expelled from the Sect, My Beautiful Master Begged Me for Forgiveness - Chapter 22:

Chapter 22: My Son Wushuang, Born with the Qualities of an Immortal

Inside the Xuan Palace, the hall was empty.

Chen Xuan, clutching his chest, slowly returned to his cultivation chamber.

“Husband, you’re hurt?”

Bai Bingyan quickly approached, her delicate jade-like hand releasing a soft green light, healing Chen Xuan’s injuries in an instant.

When she saw the palm print still visible on Chen Xuan’s cheek, her gaze turned icy cold.

“Husband, who slapped you? I’ll go kill her right now!”

Bai Bingyan’s voice was filled with killing intent, her heart aching for him.

She wasn’t just saying it—she really intended to start a massacre.

“No need. Killing is inferior to crushing someone’s heart. I’m actually looking forward to seeing Ji Yaoyue’s face when all her schemes end up in vain, watching her fall from extreme excitement to utter despair,” Chen Xuan said slowly.

Feeling the lingering sting on his cheek, Chen Xuan’s heart echoed with those three words: “You deserve it.”

At that moment, he completely let go.

His Dao heart became clearer and more unshakable than ever.

“Ji Yaoyue, you may have led me onto the path of cultivation, but all these years, my repayment to you… has far exceeded what you gave me.”

“After this slap, our master-disciple relationship is truly severed. That’s fine… at the Immortal Mu Yun’s disciple selection conference, I will no longer have any hesitation.”

“I’m truly looking forward to seeing how you’ll repay me ten times the spirit stones you owe.”

Chen Xuan sneered, a cold smile appearing on his face.

…

The Heaven-Piercing Golden Peak stood like a divine sword piercing the sky.

Around the Golden Peak, countless figures rode clouds, swords, exotic beasts, or all sorts of flying treasures like feathers and leaves.

Everyone looked at Ji Wushuang with envy and admiration.

Because Chen Xuan had completely conceded, supplying vast spirit stones from the Panlong Treasure Ring, everyone was about to witness the birth of a miracle.

Condensing the sect’s great fortune was rare enough.

But now, it was fortune with spirit, forming an Immortal Source!

Next, Ji Wushuang was sure to gain fame and fortune, his cultivation potential soaring, destined to bear the qualities of an immortal.

Who wouldn’t envy that?

Members of the Nine Sects and Thirteen Gates all looked sour, as if they had swallowed a dead fly.

Once Ji Wushuang rose to power, the disciple selection conference would be his for the taking…

In the future, Ji Wushuang might even dominate his generation and lead the Grand Righteous Sword Sect to become the number one sect in Central State.

“Du Meng, quickly refine the Panlong Treasure Ring and use the spirit stones to assist Wushuang!” Li Yinglian urged anxiously.

“Yes…”

Though Du Meng was full of resentment, he could only comply.

Soon, he took out a mountain of spirit stones from the Panlong Treasure Ring, his face full of displeasure.

“Fuse!”

Under Ji Wushuang’s control, the endless spirit stones were once again devoured by the Heaven-Piercing Golden Peak.

In Ji Wushuang’s eyes, fanaticism and anticipation blazed.

Ji Yaoyue had completely abandoned her usual cold demeanor, grinning from ear to ear.

She was thrilled!

A hundred thousand!

Two hundred thousand!

…

A million!

“Buzz… buzz…”

At a certain moment, all the sword-type treasures present trembled in unison, emitting clear and crisp sword cries.

It was as if they were subjects greeting their king.

“What a majestic aura, truly worthy of the legendary Immortal Source! Looks like Holy Son Ji is about to ascend to the heavens!”

“All swords bow in worship, the king descends! Tsk tsk…”

“I really want to see what that Immortal Source is exactly!”

“Sigh! The Grand Righteous Sword Sect’s luck is just outrageous. They just discarded Chen Xuan, and now they have an even more monstrous Ji Wushuang…”

The disciples of the Nine Sects and Thirteen Gates gossiped, burning with jealousy and envy.

At that moment, Ji Wushuang seemed to sense something, shouting excitedly, “It’s done! It’s finally formed!”

After speaking, he dashed into the clouds above the Heaven-Piercing Golden Peak.

“Wushuang, your master is proud of you!”

Ji Yaoyue shouted joyfully.

My son Wushuang, with the qualities of an immortal… who could compare?

At this moment, Ji Yaoyue’s mind briefly flashed with Chen Xuan’s image.

She paused for a moment, then snorted disdainfully.

Chen Xuan?

That cowardly, worthless disciple who submitted to her?

He was nothing!

Shen Qingqing couldn’t hide her admiration. “Junior Brother Wushuang is born with heavenly talent, unparalleled in appearance and ability—the perfect Holy Son!”

“Chen Xuan, that coward, if he knew about Junior Brother’s achievements, he’d probably faint in the latrine! A useless wretch like him dares to boast and bet with Master? Disgusting!” Bai Ling sneered.

Mu Xueyuan added disdainfully, “Trash will always be trash. Even if he has the Crimson Blood Loyal Heart Token, in the end, he’s just a stepping stone for Junior Brother.”

“Being trampled by Junior Brother and becoming his stepping stone… that’s already the highest honor Chen Xuan could ever hope for!” First Senior Sister Zhao Caiyue mocked venomously.

Their voices were loud, with no attempt to hide them.

For a moment, many others also looked down on Chen Xuan…

What a hypocritical loser!

Now, Chen Xuan was probably trying to win Ji Wushuang’s favor like a dog, begging for a pitiful chance to survive, right?

Hearing this, Ji Yaoyue lifted her proud, snow-white neck even higher.

She said coldly, “Chen Xuan has many flaws. But still, he is the Holy Son of the Grand Righteous Sword Sect. All the good things on him belong to our sect!”

“Some people better stop dreaming! Once a master, always a master… my kindness to Chen Xuan is greater than the heavens! As long as I don’t expel him from the sect, he must kneel at Jade Maiden Peak and obey my every command!”

These words made Daoist Santong and the others look increasingly displeased.

They all felt sorry for Chen Xuan.

But after all, this was the Grand Righteous Sword Sect’s territory.

They could only endure their frustration.

Moreover, Chen Xuan’s act of handing over the Panlong Treasure Ring clearly meant he had surrendered.

At the same time.

In the clouds above the Heaven-Piercing Golden Peak, after circling dozens of times, Ji Wushuang was on the verge of collapse.

He couldn’t find it!

He simply couldn’t find it!

Just now, he was certain he had sensed an extraordinary sword intent, pure and transcendent, within the cloud of fortune.

But why had it suddenly vanished?

Could it be… someone used a secret technique to steal his Immortal Source?

Ji Wushuang felt utterly humiliated!

His eyes turned blood-red as he continued frantically… circling!

“How could this happen?”

When Ji Yaoyue’s urging voice sounded for the third time… Ji Wushuang wanted to slap her!

He was so anxious he was about to cry!

More than five million top-grade spirit stones had been thrown in!

And the result?

Not even a fart!

“No! I can’t let anyone know about this… only if the news of me obtaining the Immortal Source is confirmed by everyone can I monopolize the disciple selection conference and be chosen by Immortal Mu Yun!”

“Could it be… the Immortal Source has temporarily hidden within the fortune? Since this concerns the path to immortality, it wouldn’t be easy to obtain. Yes… that must be it…”

After comforting himself, Ji Wushuang’s mood finally eased somewhat.

Then, he forced down his panic and confusion, putting on a radiant “fake smile.”

“Whoosh!”

Under the envious gazes of the crowd, Ji Wushuang elegantly flew out of the clouds, laughing loudly.

“Hahaha! Heaven truly favors me! I never expected such a heaven-defying Immortal Source! In the future… I, Ji Wushuang, will surely reach the pinnacle of the sword path and become an immortal!”