Fighting Over a Disciple

Wuyun Xian left.

And he left very reluctantly.

After all, he had grown used to lazing around. He genuinely had no desire to take on a disciple.

Teaching a disciple was such a hassle. How could it compare to the freedom of being on his own?

Besides, he had a one-track mind. If he really took on a disciple, he would certainly teach him carefully. Merely going through the motions was something he simply

could not do.

Otherwise, he would not have gone all these long years without a single disciple.

But that was precisely the real reason Tongtian had entrusted the task to him.

Nezha was a good child, and his providence was no worse.

A disciple of that caliber naturally had to be brought directly into the Interception Sect.

Tongtian knew Wuyun Xian's temperament, so of course he wanted him to take Nezha under his wing.

And not just Nezha. Tongtian had no intention of letting future children of destiny like Yang Jian slip away, either.

Good things were better kept in one's own house, after all.

With that resentment and frustration, Wuyun Xian left Golden Ao Island and headed straight for Chentang Pass.

Although Tongtian had told him to plan everything carefully, Wuyun Xian clearly had no interest in doing so.

He simply had a one-track mind.

Asking him to devise careful plans and think up clever methods was honestly a bit much.

Thus, after arriving at Chentang Pass, Wuyun Xian charged straight into Li Jing's home without another word. Pointing at Li Jing's head, he bluntly announced his purpose.

"I am Wuyun Xian, a disciple of Saint Tongtian of the Interception Sect and the foremost of the Seven Attendant Immortals."

"Our venerable sect master has declared that the child in your wife's belly has a destined connection with our Interception Sect. From now on, he is my disciple."

"Li Jing, I trust you have no objections?"

Li Jing and his wife were both stunned.

Staring at Wuyun Xian, who had appeared out of nowhere, Li Jing's mind went completely blank.

After all that commotion, he was just here to take a disciple!

Anyone who did not know better would have thought an enemy had come pounding at their door.

But why was this yet another person here to take a disciple?

Li Jing's thoughts were a complete jumble. Before he could speak, however, an old man with the bearing of an immortal suddenly rushed out from the rear

hall.

It was none other than Taiyi Zhenren.

"Wuyun Xian, what are you doing here?"

"The child in Yin Shiniang's belly has already joined our Chan Sect. He is already my disciple."

"You're too late. Leave at once. You're not welcome here."

At that, Wuyun Xian burst into laughter.

As he looked at Taiyi Zhenren before him, his lips curled with disdain.

"You want me, Wuyunxian, to get lost? Not just you, Taiyi Immortal—even Guangchengzi wouldn't have the standing to say that."

"Unless you can get Martial Uncle Yuanshi to intervene, the child in Yin Shiniang's belly is mine."

"I suggest you get lost right now, or I'll beat you out of here myself!"

Wuyun Xian's words were as decisive as cutting nails and cleaving iron, leaving Taiyi Zhenren no room to argue.

And he was telling the truth.

Perhaps he did not really want to take on a disciple, but this was, after all, Saint Tongtian's decree.

So despite his reluctance, in Wuyun Xian's mind, the child in Yin Shiniang's belly was already his disciple.

Taiyi Zhenren?

Was he so formidable? Was he such hot shit?

If he really provoked Wuyun Xian, Wuyun Xian would slap him dead.

Clearly, throughout the entire Chan Sect, the only person who could truly hold the upper hand over him was the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

As for the Twelve Golden Immortals beneath him, unless three to five of them joined forces, Wuyun Xian truly feared none of them.

Of course, even if the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect joined forces, was Wuyun Xian some lone, helpless soul? He had the Interception Sect behind him too, didn't

he?

If it came to a real fight, who was afraid of whom?

In the past, Wuyun Xian might have weighed his words a little.

But now that the Investiture Calamity had begun, the Chan Sect and the Interception Sect were already as incompatible as fire and water. Who gave a damn about propriety?

Taiyi Zhenren was stunned as well.

He clearly had not expected Wuyun Xian to be so overbearing and tyrannical.

Although he truly wanted to give Wuyun Xian a good beating, he also knew perfectly well that he was absolutely no match for him.

Thus, after a moment's consideration, Taiyi Zhenren could no longer be bothered to argue with Wuyun Xian.

But he was determined to take Nezha as his disciple, and naturally could not hand him over to someone from the Interception Sect for no reason.

After all, Nezha was meant to bear the Investiture Calamity on his behalf!

Since he could not defeat Wuyun Xian, he naturally turned his attention to Li Jing and his wife.

"Li Jing, this concerns your child, after all, so you should make the decision."

"And don't forget that you yourself are a disciple of our Chan Sect."

"So make your choice."

Li Jing was deeply hesitant. Both sides were powerful, and he could not afford to offend either.

Of course, in his heart, he still leaned toward the Chan Sect.

For one thing, he himself belonged to the Chan Sect. More importantly, however, he disapproved of the Interception Sect's ways.

The Chan Sect respected teachers and honored the Dao, valuing propriety, integrity, and discipline.

The Interception Sect, however, did whatever it pleased, which did not suit Li Jing's character.

Just look at Wuyun Xian before him. He showed Li Jing far too little respect.

Thus, despite his helplessness, he could only speak.

"Great Immortal Wuyun, my child has already become Taiyi Zhenren's disciple."

"Although I am deeply grateful that you think so highly of my child, I have still decided to choose Taiyi Zhenren."

"Please forgive any discourtesy."

Clearly, Li Jing had still chosen the Chan Sect.

Anyone ordinary who heard those words would certainly have turned and left in shame.

But how could Wuyun Xian be considered ordinary?

After hearing Li Jing's words, his face filled with disdain.

"What the hell does your choice have to do with me?"

"In any case, the child in your wife's belly is my disciple."

"If any of you can defeat me, I'll turn and leave without another word."

"Otherwise, go beg Martial Uncle Yuanshi. Though I doubt even Martial Uncle Yuanshi could afford to lose face like that!"

Good grief!

Hearing those words, Taiyi Zhenren nearly coughed up blood from anger.

Wuyun Xian's words had stabbed him straight through the heart.

But reasoning with these people from the Interception Sect was clearly useless, so Taiyi Zhenren could bear it no longer.

Beside himself with rage, he finally attacked.

A Floating-Dust Whisk transformed into three thousand strands, sweeping toward Wuyun Xian in a mighty torrent.

Wuyun Xian merely smiled in disdain.

With a sweep of his right hand, he sent the Hunyuan Hammer crashing out.

Boom!

With a scream, Taiyi Zhenren was sent flying by a single blow from Wuyun Xian's hammer. Like a meteor, he vanished from sight in an instant.

"Wuyun Xian, don't get cocky! I'll be back!"

At the sight, Wuyun Xian's lips curled with disdain, and he replied calmly, "Fine. I'll be waiting."

Then he looked at Li Jing and his wife and said bluntly, "Starting today, I'll be staying in your home until my precious disciple is born."

"As for those people from the Chan Sect, you needn't worry. They're nothing but a pack of useless fools."

"As long as Martial Uncle Yuanshi doesn't intervene, I fear no one, not even Guangchengzi."

"Go prepare a room for me."