Chapter 16: “Granny Sun, I Brought a Man Back for Junior Sister”
Qiu Chuji studied Wang Xuan and confirmed he didn’t recognize him.
Perhaps he was a rising star in Jianghu during my time in seclusion?
But what was this youth’s relationship to Huang Rong?
Qiu Chuji’s mind spun through all possibilities.
The only explanation that made sense was that she had been controlled by some unknown means.
But judging by her expression, she didn’t seem controlled at all.
Could there be some method I’m unaware of?
For a brief moment, Qiu Chuji felt… old.
Huang Rong’s expression, too, was conflicted.
Because of Guo Jing, she had always regarded Qiu Chuji as a senior, almost family.
But now, she stood on the opposite side.
She still didn’t understand why Wang Xuan held such disdain for the Quanzhen Sect—but she had no other choice.
So she turned to Qiu Chuji and said:
“Daoist Qiu, take your people down the mountain.”
With her intellect, Huang Rong had long realized that Wang Xuan had no real intent to massacre the entire sect.
There was still room for reconciliation.
But before Qiu Chuji could respond, Hao Datong stepped forward and demanded:
“Madam Guo, what is the meaning of this? Does Guo Jing know what you’re doing?”
“Madam Guo, does Guo Jing know about this?”
Just as Huang Rong was about to respond to Hao Datong’s questioning, she saw Wang Xuan make a small gesture. Her expression dimmed, and she stepped back two paces.
She understood—Wang Xuan had lost patience.
In the very next instant, just as Hao Datong was preparing to speak again, he suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud, vomiting blood that sprayed several meters out.
Sun Bu’er, standing nearby, was shocked by the suddenness of it all, her expression changing dramatically.
She had no idea what had just happened.
Even Qiu Chuji and the others hadn’t seen clearly how Wang Xuan had struck.
“Senior Brother, what’s going on?”
Sun Bu’er looked at Qiu Chuji with a solemn expression. Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan also furrowed their brows deeply.
At this point, they all understood—Wang Xuan’s strength was far beyond them.
If one misstep was made today, the Quanzhen Sect might truly be wiped from the martial world.
Their own deaths were minor matters—but how would they face their late master Wang Chongyang in the afterlife?
Qiu Chuji’s brow was tightly knit.
Even when he had faced off against Huang Yaoshi back in the day, he had never been this tense.
As sect leader, he knew that everything he said or did now would determine the fate of the entire Quanzhen Sect.
At that moment, he suddenly noticed the woman standing behind Wang Xuan—Li Mochou.
Something about her looked familiar.
“Forgive this old Daoist’s impertinence, but… young lady, are you from the Ancient Tomb Sect?”
That Qiu Chuji could recognize her origin did not surprise Li Mochou.
She stepped forward and replied:
Seeing Li Mochou admit it, Qiu Chuji let out a long sigh, his face filled with resignation.
Zhao Zhijing and the others nearby were utterly confused. They couldn’t make heads or tails of what was happening.
Then they heard Qiu Chuji speak again:
“All Quanzhen disciples—listen to my command!”
Whether it was the Quanzhen Seven like Wang Chuyi or the third-generation disciples like Zhao Zhijing, all clasped their fists in silence, awaiting orders.
“As sect leader, I declare that from today onward, all Quanzhen members are to vacate Mount Zhongnan—and must never return again in this lifetime.”
These words left every disciple staring at one another in disbelief, expressions mixed with shock and confusion.
Are we conceding defeat?
Hao Datong, still lying on the ground, looked incredibly humiliated, but due to his severe injury, he couldn’t speak a word.
Qiu Chuji then turned to Wang Xuan and offered him a Daoist salute.
“Young friend, the enmity between the Ancient Tomb Sect and my Quanzhen Sect stems from the previous generation. I ask that you show mercy—and spare the lives of my disciples.”
Huang Rong couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard this.
She also secretly admired Qiu Chuji’s decision.
Evacuating the sect was no trivial matter—it took enormous courage.
If it had been some hot-blooded younger sect leader, they would’ve likely chosen to die fighting rather than endure such humiliation.1
Of course, whether a path of survival truly remained still depended on Wang Xuan’s mood.
Many Quanzhen disciples lowered their heads, holding their breath, not even daring to exhale—afraid to provoke Wang Xuan.
The tension in the air grew thicker and thicker.
Wang Xuan took in everyone’s expression, then smiled faintly.
His actions today, in truth, had a very simple reason.
He just didn’t want so many men living next door to the Ancient Tomb.
And obviously, the other side wasn’t planning to leave anytime soon.
Well then—he had no choice but to make a statement.
As for why these disciples were still alive—it wasn’t just thanks to Huang Rong’s plea.
More importantly, Wang Xuan had planted Blood Demon Seeds in all of them.
A secret technique from the Blood Ancestor Immortal Scripture.
The Blood Demon Seed would gradually devour the host’s life essence, substituting it for the resources needed in cultivation.
Even among the demonic arts, the Blood Demon Seed was considered especially fearsome—universally condemned by righteous cultivation sects.2
What makes a demon a demon? It’s doing whatever it takes—consequences be damned!
If one’s spiritual sense was strong enough, it was theoretically possible to plant countless Blood Demon Seeds—just the thought alone was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.3
The half-dead disciples lying on the ground were, at this point, the limit of Wang Xuan’s current capabilities.
They were all third-generation disciples, youthful and full of vital energy—the perfect vessels for cultivating Blood Demon Seeds.
Isn’t it a bit too naive to talk morality with a demonic cultivator?
Wang Xuan’s thinking was simple:
Whatever makes me happy—that’s what I do!
Isn’t that what demonic cultivation is all about?
Qiu Chuji, already so old and nearly buried, still managed to humble himself to this extent—Wang Xuan had to admit, he admired it.
“By tomorrow morning, I don’t want to see a single Quanzhen disciple left on this mountain.”
The moment he said that, many Quanzhen disciples visibly exhaled in relief. Faces lit up with the expression of someone who had just escaped death.