Chapter 63 - The Savior Of All Trash

Chapter 63: The Savior Of All Trash

The situation inside the Chu family’s territory was somewhat awkward. For the time being, the Qin, Zhao and He families did not show any signs of becoming estranged from the Chu family.

However, the other three families were already one step ahead of the Chu family. Naturally, they were too embarrassed to compare themselves to the other three families now.

They could only continue to coop themselves inside Chu County and slowly develop.

Occasionally, Chu Xuan would hear Chu Tianming roar.

Chu Xuan could not be bothered with the matters of the Chu family. He did not need to rely on the Chu family anyway. Things would be fine as long as they did not come to disturb him.

After experiencing a series of events, the people of the Chu family seemed to have completely forgotten about the existence of a useless direct descendant like him.

The Zhao and He families, under the leadership of the Qin family, had all gone ahead of them and left them in the dust. This kind of disparity naturally felt very uncomfortable.

The direct descendants of the Chu family were all pent up inside and wanted nothing more than to catch up with their peers.

After all, the four families originally had similar levels of strength, with the Qin family being only slightly stronger. In the end, the Chu family was left staring at the backs of the other three families.

It would be strange if they felt good about it.

It was just like four good brothers. The other three had all made a fortune, but one was still poor.

This was especially so for one of the brothers, who had led the other two brothers to make a fortune, but had abandoned the last brother.

It was impossible for that last brother to not feel any resentment.

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The situation in the Great Qin Dynasty gradually stabilized. Qin Keyun, the Great Qin Empress, had suppressed their entire territory, and had managed to keep their Southern Region counterparts in check.

Most of the countries that were annexed had surrendered, and their leaders were now important officials of the Great Qin Dynasty.

No one dared to go against Qin Keyun’s imperial decrees.

After a few instances of her severely punishing, and even killing, experts who acted behind their backs, everyone knew that this young empress was vicious and merciless!

Chu Xuan continued to stay in his small courtyard. Occasionally, he would seek out Du Yuan to chat as well as give Ren Changhe some pointers on the Yin-yang Combination Divine Seal.

The Myriad Heavenly Mirror would occasionally connect to other domains, allowing him to meet some cultivators.

For example, Chu Xuan would occasionally toss some benefits to a group of disciples from a certain sect who were cultivating.

Every day at noon, Su Xian’er would brief him with the information she received from the Black Moon Tower.

As such, although he did not leave seclusion, Chu Xuan had a clear grasp of the overall situation in the Southern Region.

During this period, the Sky-shaking Golden Roc had broken through to the Emperor realm, while the Heavenly Spirit Cat was on the verge of breaking through.

Su Xian’er cultivated very diligently. Other than cleaning the courtyard at fixed intervals, organizing the information from the Black Moon Tower and briefing Chu Xuan, she spent the rest of her time cultivating inside the universe space.

After being forced to flee the Central Region, Su Xian’er was filled with thoughts of revenge and anger. She deeply desired to go back and suppress the Su family once she became stronger.

She wanted to kill all those who had looked down on her, despised her, and coveted her body!

In her heart, she was somewhat envious of Qin Keyun.

Even though the Great Qin Empress had to acquiesce to Chu Xuan and obey his instructions, she was still an imposing figure to the outside world.

The three-year mark was almost up.

Chu Xuan felt quite depressed. No one with great luck had appeared during this period.

Could it be that there were so few people with great luck in this world?

One evening, as Chu Xuan was drinking tea, he was startled and his expression suddenly changed.

Outside the Chu family’s territory, he sensed a 16 or 17-year-old youth with a self-deprecating look on his face. The youth was holding a jar of wine in one hand and drinking as he walked toward the small courtyard.

“Trash. Right, I’m trash. I’m trash. The kind that can’t even stand the smoke of a fire!”

The youth had a dispirited look on his face.

He was clearly drunk as he muttered to himself and stumbled unsteadily forward.

His clothes were dirty and tattered, and there was a sword hanging from his waist. He looked down and out.

“Right, I’m trash. I’m not worthy of you, the favored daughter of the heavens. I thought too highly of myself. I’m trash, a big piece of trash!”

The corners of Chu Xuan’s mouth twitched. F*ck! Could it be that every person with great luck was a piece of trash in the early stages of their life?

The young man’s cultivation base was only at the first level of the profound realm. For him to be able to barge into the Chu family’s territory and not be noticed by anyone on the way here was simply unbelievable. His luck was truly awesome.

The door to the courtyard was pushed open. Ding Yue staggered in and leaned against the wall, gulping down a few mouthfuls of wine.

Su Xian’er woke up from her cultivation and stepped out of the universe space. She frowned and looked at Ding Yue.

“Where did this kid come from?”

Just as she was about to chase him away, Chu Xuan waved his hand and asked her to stand aside.

Ding Yue shook the wine jar. There was no more wine.

He looked at Chu Xuan who was seated there, and then saw the pretty and delicate Su Xian’er, who dressed up as a servant. He was stunned.

He staggered over.

“Big Brother, do you have any wine here? Sell me some.”

He searched his body, but did not find any money, so he took off the longsword and placed it on the table.

“I’ll use this sword to pay for the wine. I won’t need it in the future anyway.”

Su Xian’er frowned and said, “Sir, this drunkard...”

“It’s alright. Go and cultivate,” Chu Xuan waved his hand and said.

Su Xian’er looked at Ding Yue in puzzlement.

Sir had not expelled him. Was this guy very talented? Did Sir want to take him in?

Curious, she stood to the side and watched instead of returning to the universe space to cultivate.

“This sword of yours is a mystic weapon. Wouldn’t it be a loss to exchange it for wine?” Chu Xuan asked with a smile.

“Big Brother, I’m a good-for-nothing piece of trash. A good sword is wasted on me.”

Ding Yue sat on the ground dejectedly.

“Do you know what it means to be a piece of trash? I’m a piece of trash. What use is a sword to me?”

“I can definitely tell that you’re a piece of trash,” Chu Xuan nodded and said, “Your whole body exudes the aura of a piece of trash. If you tell someone that you’re not a good-for-nothing piece of trash, that person would not believe you.”

Ding Yue cried.

Any random passerby could tell that he was a good-for-nothing piece of trash.

He had been justifiably expelled, after all.

“Not only are you a piece of trash, you were also dumped by a woman, right?”

“How did you know?” Ding Yue said in shock.

“Not only do I know that you were dumped by a woman, I also know that the woman that dumped you was also your childhood sweetheart.”

“And it doesn’t stop there. Not only were you dumped by your childhood sweetheart, you were also expelled by the sect.”

“Also, your childhood sweetheart’s new boyfriend trampled all over you and asked you to take a good look at yourself. He asked you where you managed to find the courage to think that you were worthy of such a Heaven blessed girl.”

“How tragic!”

Ding Yue was shocked. “How do you know all this? Who are you?”

The seven-colored divine light bloomed all over Chu Xuan’s body. He was bathed in divine light like an immortal deity.

“I am the guiding light of the lost souls, the savior of all the trash in the universe. Meeting me is the greatest opportunity of your life.”

“Young man, kneel down. Kowtow and acknowledge me as your master.”

Ding Yue looked at Chu Xuan, who was bathed in divine light, completely stunned.

“The savior of trash?”

“That’s right, I’m the savior of trash.”

Chu Xuan’s voice seemed to echo from beyond the boundless Great Dao.

Ding Yue’s struggle was evident on his face. Was this true or false?

Had he really encountered an opportunity? Could he really rise up?

In the end, he gritted his teeth, and his gaze turned firm.

Plop!

He knelt down.

He kowtowed and said, “Ding Yue pays his respects to Master!”

“Very good. From today onward, you will be my disciple.”

The divine light on Chu Xuan’s body faded as he looked at Ding Yue with great satisfaction.

He had finally accepted a disciple.

He was very optimistic about Ding Yue’s talent. The youth was indeed worthy of being a person with great luck; perhaps even the luckiest person in the Southern Region.