The Villainous Ancestor Who Seizes Destiny and Ascends as the Supreme Immortal Emperor - Chapter 5:

Chapter 5: Fairy Linyue, Su Qingyan!

“Come in,” Lu Qingxuan said as he waved his hand.

The massive hall doors, forged from ten-thousand-year Black Iron and engraved with complex Formation Patterns, silently slid open to either side.

A figure as cool and serene as moonlight stepped in, walking against the light.

She wore a moon-white Sect Master robe adorned with cloud patterns, the hem embroidered with subtle azure lotus motifs.

Her figure was tall and graceful, her shoulders slender, her waist delicate. Each step she took seemed to bloom like a lotus, her bearing elegant beyond compare.

Her face was a classic oval beauty, her skin fair as snow, her features exquisite. Her brows curved like distant mountains, her eyes like rippling autumn waters.

Beneath her straight nose were soft, pale lips.

Her long black hair flowed like a waterfall, simply pinned up with a modest jade lotus hairpin. Though the hairpin itself appeared ordinary and out of place against her ethereal aura, it was worn in the most prominent position.

She was the Sect Master of the Azure Immortal Sect—Fairy Linyue, Su Qingyan.

The moment she entered the hall, her gaze locked onto the center.

The first person she saw was her master, Lu Qingxuan.

He sat cross-legged, his aura already restrained, yet the lingering dao aura from his recent breakthrough still filled the space.

Master… has grown stronger again.

A flicker of joy rose in Su Qingyan’s heart, but in the next instant, her gaze froze.

Standing before him… was a woman.

A woman with disheveled clothes, messy hair, and an unnatural flush on her face.

Her silk night robe looked hastily put on, the neckline crooked, revealing a large stretch of fair skin. Faint, suspicious red marks lingered upon it.

Aside from her master’s overwhelming spiritual energy, the air seemed to carry another trace… something ambiguous and unfamiliar.

Su Qingyan’s phoenix-like eyes, cold as frost, narrowed instantly, killing intent flickering within.

It was her. That woman from the Chu Family—Chu Li.

Why was she here?

And with her master… like this…

A surge of anger rose from deep within her.

But it lasted only a moment before her powerful rationality suppressed it completely.

No.

Impossible.

What kind of person was her master?

His heart was as steady as stone, unmoved for ages. How could he be swayed by mere beauty?

She had followed him for over three hundred years and had never seen him show even the slightest interest in any woman.

Then there could only be one truth.

This Chu Li must be shameless, harboring ulterior motives. Taking advantage of her master’s unsettled state after Lu Yun’s death, she must have used some seductive trick to lure him!

Yes, that had to be it.

Her master was only momentarily burdened by grief, giving this temptress an opening.

With that thought, Su Qingyan’s anger transformed into concern and distress for Lu Qingxuan, along with undisguised killing intent toward Chu Li.

Under that gaze, Chu Li felt her blood nearly freeze.

Lu Qingxuan glanced at the flustered Chu Li and casually waved his hand.

“Go to the Side Hall. Wash up and change into clean clothes.”

“Yes… yes! Chu Li takes her leave!”

Chu Li fled as if granted amnesty.

As she left, the frost on Su Qingyan’s face faded, returning to her usual cold composure.

She stepped forward gracefully, stopping three paces before Lu Qingxuan, and bowed deeply.

“Disciple Su Qingyan greets Master. Congratulations on your great advancement in cultivation.”

“Rise,” Lu Qingxuan said, his tone softening slightly. “Qing’er, did you gain anything from your recent training journey?”

At the sound of “Qing’er,” Su Qingyan’s heart trembled faintly.

That was the name he had given her—a form of address belonging only to the two of them.

She straightened, and for the first time, a gentle, breathtaking smile appeared on her usually icy face.

“Thanks to Master’s blessings, this disciple gained a fortuitous opportunity during training in the Ancient Battlefield of Myriad Beasts. I have now reached the peak 9th stage Nascent Soul Realm.”

“Not bad,” Lu Qingxuan nodded in satisfaction. “You’re only one opportunity and a complete state of mind away from the Divine Transformation Realm. Qing’er, you’ve always put my mind at ease.”

That simple praise made joy well up in Su Qingyan’s heart, her eyes and brows softening with happiness as she bowed again.

“Thank you for your praise, Master. This disciple will work even harder and will never disappoint you!”

After a brief pause, her smile faded, replaced by solemnity and self-reproach.

“Master, regarding Junior Brother Lu Yun’s death… this disciple has mobilized all sect forces to investigate, but the perpetrator left no trace. We have found no useful clues. This disciple is incompetent. Please punish me.”

Seeing her take all the blame upon herself, Lu Qingxuan’s heart softened.

He stood and walked toward her.

Under her slightly nervous gaze, he reached out and gently rubbed her soft hair.

“Buzz—”

Su Qingyan’s body stiffened instantly.

Master… touched her head.

This was the highest form of praise he ever gave her.

The last time had been a hundred years ago, when she broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

At this moment, her usual Sect Master authority and her aloof immortal demeanor melted away. She lowered her gaze slightly, her long lashes trembling, like a docile cat basking in its master’s affection.

“This matter has nothing to do with you,” Lu Qingxuan said above her. “There’s no need to investigate further.”

Su Qingyan suddenly raised her head, shock flashing in her eyes.

“Master?”

“I already know who the killer is,” Lu Qingxuan said calmly, withdrawing his hand.

She froze for a moment, then a fierce killing intent erupted from her!

“Who is it?!”

“I will immediately gather all Supreme Elders and the Enforcement Hall cultivators. No matter who they are, we will wipe out their entire sect—leave not even chickens or dogs alive—to avenge Junior Brother Lu Yun!”

But Lu Qingxuan shook his head.

“No rush.”

“Master?”

Su Qingyan was puzzled. To her, blood debts had to be repaid immediately.

“Qing’er, remember this—revenge also requires the right timing. The time has not yet come.”

“I have just obtained a fortuitous opportunity and broken through several realms. My foundation is still somewhat unstable. I need to enter seclusion cultivation for a period to consolidate it fully.” His gaze turned deep.

Her master’s words were absolute.

If he said the time had not come, then it had not come.

How could revenge compare to her master’s cultivation?

Respect and joy returned to Su Qingyan’s face as she sincerely congratulated him.

“So Master has broken through multiple realms in succession! This disciple is slow-witted—congratulations on your great advancement. May your immortal path flourish eternally!”

“Mm,” Lu Qingxuan responded faintly, then asked, “Qing’er, how many days remain until the New Year in the mortal world?”

Su Qingyan was slightly surprised. “There are still 15 days until the festival of family reunion. Master, are you thinking of Mistress?”

“The departed is gone. I must eventually let go.”

Seeing that her master had finally released his obsession, Su Qingyan felt a surge of happiness.

Could it be that his breakthrough was due to the completion of his state of mind?

At that moment, Chu Li had finished washing and once again appeared at the doorway.

Lu Qingxuan waved his hand lightly. “Qing’er, you may leave. I need to cultivate.”

Su Qingyan bowed respectfully and stepped out, just as Chu Li entered once more and swiftly closed the doors behind her.

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