The Villainous Ancestor Who Seizes Destiny and Ascends as the Supreme Immortal Emperor - Chapter 6:

Chapter 6: A Perfect Day for Family Reunion, A Perfect Day to Send Them All to the Underworld.

Fifteen days passed in the blink of an eye.

This day happened to be New Year’s Eve in the mortal world. Even the Azure Immortal Sect, which had long severed its ties with worldly affairs, carried a faint trace of earthly warmth. Many disciples who came from the mortal world hung festive red lanterns outside their cave dwellings, gathering in small groups to drink and chat, finding a sliver of comfort along the long and lonely path of cultivation.

…

Outside the Main Hall, however, it was utterly desolate.

Su Qingyan stood quietly on the white jade plaza before the hall, dressed in a flowing white robe. Her gaze lingered on the tightly shut hall doors that had remained closed for fifteen days, and in her eyes, a rare hint of worry surfaced.

Her master and that demoness Chu Li had not stepped out for a full fifteen days.

She was not worried about her master’s safety. With his heaven-defying cultivation realm, suppressing a mere 1st stage Foundation Establishment Realm demoness would take no more than a flick of his hand.

What truly troubled her was her master’s dao heart.

Even heroes could fall before beauty—such things had always existed. She feared that if her master lost his footing for even a moment, he might sink into Chu Li’s seductive arts and stain his dao heart.

…

Inside the Main Hall, spiritual energy filled the air so densely it was nearly liquefied.

Chu Li’s snow-white skin carried a soft, healthy blush. Her eyes shimmered with natural allure, her entire being like a flower washed clean by rain—delicate, radiant, and irresistibly vivid.

At this moment, she clung to Lu Qingxuan like an octopus, her voice filled with coquettish pleading, “Master~ let’s cultivate for one more day, just one last day, alright?”

She had never imagined cultivation could feel like this—so effortless, so intoxicating.

Just fifteen days.

She could hardly believe her own cultivation realm—3rd stage Foundation Establishment Realm.

From 1st stage to 3rd stage Foundation Establishment Realm in only fifteen days.

If this speed were made known, it would shame every so-called genius in Lizhou into destroying their own meridians in despair.

The surging power within her body was addictive. It consumed her thoughts, drowned her senses, and left her craving more.

Lu Qingxuan remained expressionless. He reached out, pulled her off his body, and casually tossed her onto the nearby soft couch.

“Excess is as harmful as deficiency.”

These fifteen days of dual cultivation had helped him stabilize his rapidly rising cultivation realm. He had even broken through to the 8th stage Divine Transformation Realm, but that was where it would stop for now.

Lu Qingxuan stood up and calmly put on his outer robe. The overwhelming pressure around him gradually withdrew into his body, restoring his immortal, detached bearing.

Chu Li climbed up from the couch, staring at his back with curiosity as she asked, “Master~, where are you going?”

Lu Qingxuan adjusted his sleeves without turning back, “To annihilate the Ye Family.”

Annihilate… the Ye Family?

Chu Li froze completely.

This Ancestor of the Azure Immortal Sect, revered by the world as righteous and noble, acted with such ruthless decisiveness. At the slightest disagreement, he would exterminate an entire family.

A chill shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, leaving her body ice-cold.

Wait.

The Ye Family… she had once begged Lu Yun to accompany her there to break off the engagement.

In a sense, she was also one of the culprits behind Lu Yun’s death.

If the master intended to wipe out the Ye Family entirely, then she…

Chu Li’s face turned deathly pale, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Lu Qingxuan noticed her fear. He turned around and slowly walked toward her, gently lifting her delicate chin.

“Afraid?”

His voice carried a hint of amusement.

“Since you are now mine, you have nothing to fear.”

“As long as you remain obedient, you will have everything you desire. Power, status… I can give it all to you.”

Chu Li was startled. The fear in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by burning ambition and fawning submission.

With a thud, she dropped to her knees and bowed deeply, “Thank you for your grace, Master. Chu Li understands.”

At that moment, the heavy hall doors slowly opened.

Su Qingyan’s spirit lifted, her gaze instantly turning toward the entrance.

It was still that familiar green Daoist robe, still that same immortal bearing.

However, through her divine sense, her master now felt completely different from fifteen days ago.

If before he had been like an unfathomable abyss, now above that abyss stretched an endless, boundless starry sky.

Just standing there made her, a peak 9th stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, feel an instinctive urge to bow in worship.

Her master’s cultivation realm had advanced again.

Shock surged through Su Qingyan’s heart.

Her gaze shifted subtly from her master to Chu Li behind him.

At a single glance, her calm phoenix eyes contracted sharply.

3rd stage Foundation Establishment Realm.

The spiritual energy fluctuations around Chu Li were insignificant compared to her master’s vast presence, like a firefly before the moon—but the realm itself could not be faked.

Fifteen days. From 1st stage to 3rd stage Foundation Establishment Realm.

That speed…

Images of her own past cultivation flashed through her mind. Even as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy, she had never progressed so terrifyingly fast in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.

Could it be… that during these fifteen days, they had truly only been cultivating?

The unease that had lingered in her heart for fifteen days quietly dissipated.

Had she… misunderstood?

The thought caused a faint warmth to rise on her cheeks.

As a Disciple, speculating about her master was already a grave disrespect.

She calmed her thoughts and stepped forward gracefully, offering a respectful bow, “Disciple Su Qingyan greets Master.”

Then she added, “Master, today is New Year’s Eve in the mortal world. The sect has taken on a festive atmosphere. Does Master have any arrangements?”

“Arrangements?” Lu Qingxuan replied calmly, “Of course.”

“It is time to avenge Yun’er.”

Su Qingyan suddenly raised her head, her clear eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

Avenge Lu Yun?

She understood that.

But why today? On New Year’s Eve?

In an instant, realization struck her.

New Year’s Eve was a day of family reunion. On this day, members of the Ye Family—from Ancestors in seclusion cultivation to disciples traveling outside—would most likely return home to celebrate together.

Her master had waited all this time, not for seclusion cultivation, not for cultivation itself… but for the perfect moment to wipe out the Ye Family in one stroke, leaving no roots behind.

To let the Ye Family, on their most joyful and complete day of reunion, walk together—neatly and completely—into the underworld.

How utterly ruthless.

Such methods… how were they any different from those demonic overlords who treated all living beings as expendable?

A chill rose from the depths of Su Qingyan’s heart, shaking even her steady dao heart.

The master she admired, the one who once carved a hairpin for her with gentle care, held such coldness within him.

And yet…

Another memory surfaced.

Three hundred years ago, in a sea of blood and flames, a hand had reached out to her.

It was him.

He had pulled her from hell, given her a name, given her a new life, given her a home.

Without him, there would be no Su Qingyan.

Her master’s dao was her dao.

Her master’s will was her direction.

Right and wrong, good and evil—all seemed insignificant before him.

If her master wished to turn this world into a demonic domain, then she would become the first guardian of that domain.

Even if it meant standing against the entire world—so what?