The Villainous Ancestor Who Seizes Destiny and Ascends as the Supreme Immortal Emperor - Chapter 2:
Chapter 2: Madam, You Wouldn’t Want Anything to Happen to the Chu Family, Right?!
Chu Li was completely stunned, frozen in place as she knelt on the ground, unable to move.
What?
Bear him another son?
The idea was so absurd that she almost thought she had misheard.
Who was Lu Qingxuan?
The Ancestor of the Azure Immortal Sect at the Divine Transformation Realm—a living legend of the Southern Ridge cultivation world, a being who stood above the clouds and looked down upon the rise and fall of all living things.
In all the stories across the Southern Ridge, this Ancestor was utterly devoted to the dao, his desires so faint they were nearly nonexistent.
His only dao partner had passed away hundreds of years ago. Since then, not a single woman had entered his cave abode—not even a female spirit beast.
Countless noble ladies and peerless beauties had tried every possible means to catch his attention, yet all had failed, their efforts nothing more than foolish dreams.
He was like a block of ancient ice, untouched by dust, untainted by karma.
And yet today… this block of eternal ice had made such a demand of her?
Chu Li’s heart fell into chaos.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning.
Was this humiliation?
A test?
Or some punishment she could not comprehend?
She cautiously lifted her gaze ever so slightly, stealing a glance upward.
Lu Qingxuan stood before the throne, tall and upright, his features refined and handsome. Time seemed to have left little mark on his face. Only his eyes—deep as a sea of stars—carried the weight of a thousand years of indifference and solitude.
He was not the decaying old monster one might imagine, but instead exuded an otherworldly aura, like an immortal detached from the mundane.
Moreover… he was at the Divine Transformation Realm.
With a single step, he could shake the entire Southern Ridge.
If it were any other female cultivator in the Southern Ridge, being favored by such an Ancestor—even without status—would be seen as a supreme opportunity, a chance to ascend to the heavens in a single leap.
But Chu Li still lowered her eyes.
From a young age, she had believed herself exceptional. The dao partner she sought should be someone of similar age and talent, someone she could walk alongside, advancing together toward the great dao—a true dragon among men.
Lu Qingxuan was too powerful, too old, too distant.
Becoming his woman… what difference would there be from being a caged bird?
More importantly, had he ever promised her any status?
More likely, once everything was over, she would be discarded like worn-out shoes, reduced to a laughingstock in the cultivation world.
Her pride, her dignity—she could not accept such an arrangement.
But her hesitation lasted only a moment.
Lu Qingxuan’s gaze instantly turned cold.
“So, you are unwilling?”
Chu Li’s heart tightened. A powerful sense of danger jolted her back to reality as she hurriedly spoke, “Ancestor… Chu Li dares not refuse. It’s just that this matter… it is too sudden. I…”
However, Lu Qingxuan had already lost his patience.
“Hmph!”
With a flick of his sleeve, a terrifying force descended.
“Bang!”
Chu Li’s fragile body was sent flying violently.
She crashed heavily into a coiling dragon jade pillar dozens of meters away before sliding helplessly to the ground.
“Pfft—”
A mouthful of blood burst from her lips, staining her pristine moon-white dress crimson.
Her internal organs felt displaced, the pain so overwhelming it nearly devoured her consciousness.
This was with Lu Qingxuan holding back. Otherwise, she would have already exploded into a cloud of blood, leaving no trace behind.
Lying on the cold floor, Chu Li’s vision darkened in waves, her ears ringing incessantly.
Footsteps approached—slow, steady, unhurried.
Lu Qingxuan stopped before her, the hem of his green dao robe swaying slightly.
“I’ll say this one more time,” he said calmly.
“I wasn’t negotiating with you just now. I was informing you.”
A brief pause followed before his tone turned colder.
“You will behave obediently. There will be benefits for you. Your family will remain the Chu Family of Lizhou—and may even rise further.”
“But if you refuse…”
His voice dipped, carrying a faint, chilling smile.
“Madam, you wouldn’t want anything to happen to the Chu Family, right?!”
The Chu Family…
Those two words were the pride Chu Li had carried all her life—and now, they became the final straw crushing her.
She remembered her father’s face, always stern yet filled with expectation, telling her time and again, “Li’er, you are the rare prodigy of our Chu Family. The future of the entire family rests upon your shoulders.”
She remembered her mother’s gentle voice, combing her hair, eyes filled with hope, “My Li’er will surely find a good match, rise above others, and bring glory to our Chu Family, allowing us to stand firm in Lizhou.”
They had poured their best resources and deepest hopes into her.
She had always taken pride in it, believing she had both the duty and the ability to elevate the Chu Family to greater heights.
But now, that responsibility—that honor—had become a collar around her neck, tightening into chains.
A long silence passed.
Finally, Chu Li gathered what little strength she had left, forcing her trembling upper body upright before pressing her forehead once more against the cold ground. Her hair was disheveled, her appearance utterly miserable.
“…Chu Li… obeys… the Ancestor’s decree.”
Lu Qingxuan looked down at her, his expression devoid of even a trace of pity.
“Good.”
“I like obedient women.”
“Go to the Side Hall. Bathe and change your clothes. Clean yourself properly, then return. Do not keep me waiting.”
“…Yes.”
Chu Li responded softly, not daring to show the slightest resistance.
She struggled to stand, but her injuries were too severe. After several attempts, she collapsed back onto the ground.
With a flick of his finger, Lu Qingxuan released a strand of gentle spiritual energy into her body.
The searing pain that had nearly torn her apart instantly eased by more than half. The disordered sensation within her organs was soothed by a warm current, restoring some of her strength.
Such was the power of the Divine Transformation Realm—life and death, taking and giving, all decided in a single thought.
Chu Li dared not delay any longer. Dragging her weakened body, she staggered toward the Side Hall.
The moment her figure disappeared beyond the hall doors, a mechanical voice echoed in Lu Qingxuan’s mind.
[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully plundered the destined female lead ‘Chu Li’, altering her fate trajectory!]
[Congratulations, host! Reward obtained — Yin-Yang Chaos Saint Body!]
Lu Qingxuan’s pupils contracted sharply.
Yin-Yang Chaos Saint Body?!
This was no ordinary Spirit Body or King Body—it was a supreme physique that existed only in ancient myths!
It was said to be a manifestation of the origin of the Great Dao itself, one of the most powerful physiques born at the dawn of the universe!
A supreme body suited for dual cultivation!
Perfectly aligned with the dao!
Immune to all techniques!
No bottlenecks in cultivating any cultivation technique, with speeds thousands upon thousands of times faster than ordinary geniuses!
Spiritual energy of heaven and earth would actively converge, pouring into the body—one’s cultivation realm could soar even while lying still!
Chaos energy could neutralize all forms of energy, while the dual forces of yin and yang could overturn heaven and earth. Within the same realm, it was invincible, and crossing realms to challenge stronger opponents would be effortless!
Most importantly… this body was forged entirely from his own soul origin, achieving perfect compatibility!
“This body I transmigrated into ultimately belonged to someone else. Though usable, there’s always a barrier,” Lu Qingxuan thought, waves rising in his heart. “Now, I can finally have a body that truly belongs to me!”
“System, immediately claim the reward and reconstruct the Saint Body!” Lu Qingxuan commanded.
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