Heavenly Emperor? I Only Want Destiny

"Disobeying your master's command is disobedience—don't quibble. Come in and see me!"

Hearing this, Xian Junyu was somewhat surprised.

Go in and see Master? Was he about to get beaten again? Couldn't be, right?

"Master, you're not going to whip me over such a trivial matter, are you? You wouldn't be that petty, would you?" Xian Junyu asked cautiously.

If he was going to get beaten, he didn't want to go in—he even entertained the idea of slipping away, but without confirmation, he didn't dare bolt just yet.

"When did I say I'd whip you over this trifle? I have serious business to discuss with you!"

"Hm? Thinking of running again? How dare you! Try running today, and see what happens!"

Sensing that his eldest disciple was entertaining thoughts of escape, Tongtian's tone soured instantly, and he issued repeated warnings.

Hearing that he wasn't about to be beaten, Xian Junyu immediately abandoned the idea of fleeing. He walked in while pondering what the matter could be.

But even after reaching the main hall, he still couldn't figure out what serious business his master had.

"Disciple Xian Junyu pays respects to Master!"

Looking at the brash young man below, Tongtian rolled his eyes directly, then said flatly:

"Later, you'll come with me to your First Senior Uncle's place. Once there, behave yourself—understand?"

"Going to First Senior Uncle?"

At this, Xian Junyu was utterly confused.

Why suddenly go to First Senior Uncle's for no reason? There didn't seem to be anything happening at Mount Kunlun lately, did there?

"Master, may this disciple ask what business we have with First Senior Uncle..."

As Xian Junyu's words fell, Tongtian scolded: "Why so much nonsense? If I tell you to follow, just follow quietly!"

Taking a deep breath, Tongtian quickly suppressed the agitation within him. He didn't know why, but facing this eldest disciple always stirred his emotions easily.

Hah! This reckless kid was driving him mad.

After calming down, Tongtian explained plainly:

"Your Grandmaster has sent us a message, summoning us to Purple Firmament Palace to discuss the matter of the Heavenly Court—likely concerning the Lord of the Heavenly Court."

"Your First Senior Uncle, Second Senior Uncle, and I have decided to deliberate first."

With this explanation, Xian Junyu suddenly understood.

So it was about selecting someone to be the Heavenly Emperor—the moment of glory for Haotian, the Daoist child of Purple Firmament Palace. Dao Ancestor Hongjun already had a candidate in mind, so what was there to discuss?

Too bad the Three Pure Ones didn't know that.

"Oh, I see. Let's go then!"

In an instant, Xian Junyu lost all interest. It was already decided—what were they even deliberating?

Listlessly, he followed his master to the Daoist sanctuary of Saint Taiqing.

Saint Taiqing Laozi's sanctuary wasn't lavish—just a slightly larger courtyard.

Upon arrival, they saw Xuandu and Nan Ji standing at the entrance.

"Xuandu pays respects to Martial Uncle and Senior Brother!"

"Nan Ji pays respects to Martial Uncle and Senior Brother!"

Seeing Saint Shangqing, their martial uncle, and Senior Brother Xian Junyu arrive, the two quickly stepped forward to bow.

"At ease!"

Waving casually at the two martial nephews, Tongtian didn't pay them much mind.

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"Martial Uncle, Teacher and Martial Uncle Yuanshi are already waiting for you. Please!" As the host, Xuandu respectfully invited Martial Uncle Tongtian inside.

"Mm!"

With a slight nod, Tongtian walked straight in, leaving the three first disciples of the Three Teachings outside.

Once his master was inside and no one could rein him in, Xian Junyu plopped himself down on the stone platform by the entrance, utterly lacking the demeanor of an Immortal.

Xuandu and Nan Ji saw this but said nothing—after all, Xian Junyu was the highest-ranking among them; who dared to call him out?

"Senior Brother, have you heard about this matter?" Xuandu asked.

"Mm, I've heard a bit. It's about the Lord of the Heavenly Court. We're disciples of saints—the position of Heavenly Emperor holds little appeal for us," Xian Junyu said with utter indifference, not caring at all about the seat.

"Though that's true, it's still the Lord of the Heavenly Court, personally appointed by our Grandmaster. It would surely govern the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man..." Nan Ji said, growing a bit excited.

With the Witch Clan gone, the Heavenly Court ruling the Three Realms was all but certain. The Heavenly Emperor's status would surely be no lower than that of a saint's disciple.

Moreover, the Lord of the Heavenly Court takes the lion's share of the Heavenly Court's Fortune, bringing no small benefits to both status and cultivation advancement.

Nan Ji's longing for it is only natural.

"In the Primordial, the strong prey on the weak, and the weak are eliminated while the strong survive—this is an unchanging law. With strength, one commands respect anywhere!"

"With our roots and talents, reaching Quasi-Saint cultivation is merely a matter of time. Or are you saying, Junior Disciple Brother Nan Ji, that becoming the Lord of the Heavenly Court could let you scheme for a Saint Position?"

Xian Junyu stared solemnly at Nan Ji.

He truly hadn't expected that Nan Ji would still have designs on the Heavenly Emperor's seat. Wasn't the position of a Saint's First Disciple tempting enough?

Well, he admitted that being the Heavenly Emperor was certainly more appealing than being a Saint's disciple, but beneath the Saints, all were ants. Being the Heavenly Emperor was nothing special.

Nan Ji listened, first nodding, then shaking his head.

He did have thoughts about the Heavenly Court, but not for the Emperor's seat—rather, for its vast fortune.

As for scheming for a Saint Position, he had never even considered it. If fortune alone could make one a Saint, then Di Jun and Tai Yi, who once ruled the Primordial, wouldn't have met such an end.

"The Heavenly Emperor's seat, the Saint Position—this Junior Disciple neither cares for nor dares to scheme for them. But now that the Witch-Demon era has passed, our Masters and Grandmaster intend to re-establish the Heavenly Court!"

"That will surely mean the Heavenly Court rules over the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man. At that time, the Heavenly Court will possess a fortune unprecedented in history. Senior Disciple Brother, do you have no thoughts on this?"

As he spoke, Nan Ji carefully watched the two Senior Disciple Brothers before him.

They were all First Disciples of their respective teachings, all intelligent men. They couldn't have failed to think of this.

Xuandu and Xian Junyu both fell into a brief silence upon hearing this.

Such immense fortune—the Heavenly Emperor couldn't possibly monopolize it all. Fortune was a fine thing; to claim no interest would be a lie.

Especially for Xian Junyu, scheming to share in the Heavenly Court's Fortune was already part of his plans.

"Having thoughts isn't something we should dwell on now. The Lord of the Heavenly Court hasn't even been decided yet—why consider this?"

Xian Junyu feigned indifference, but inwardly he intensified his focus on the matter.

Haotian was the predetermined Heavenly Emperor—that went without saying and wasn't up for debate. But those Four Imperial Positions were worth studying.

"Senior Disciple Brother is right. Scheming for fortune must wait until the Lord of the Heavenly Court is settled. A mere Golden Crow Crown Prince lacks the ability to rule the Three Realms. I wonder who this seat will fall to?"

Xuandu was also very curious about who would end up as the Heavenly Emperor.

"Whoever it falls to, it cannot fall to the Demon Race. Anyway, with our Masters, the other Saints, and Grandmaster deciding, we only need to wait and share in the fortune!"

Nan Ji cared nothing for the Heavenly Emperor, but he cared greatly about sharing in the fortune.