Sword of Immortal Annihilation

Master of the Grand Show

Chu Ran's sudden proximity made Zhao Sizhuo's entire body tremble involuntarily.

He raised his head, his gaze falling on Chu Ran, who was now extremely close to him.

Chu Ran's face was less than three inches away. At this distance, he could even count the thick, raven-black lashes that resembled crow feathers.

*So beautiful!*

Zhao Sizhuo stared blankly at Chu Ran before him. His face was fair and elegant, his features exquisite and flawless. His expression was cool, his aura aloof and distant. If Zhao Sizhuo had ever imagined what an immortal might look like, it was probably exactly like Chu Ran.

Coolly handsome, detached and noble.

Seemingly frail and slender, like a young master from a great family with no strength to bind a chicken, yet concealing immense power.

He had subdued that body cultivator, whose cultivation was far above his, with a single hand.

A flash of envy passed through Zhao Sizhuo's eyes. Chu Ran was the perfect person he had imagined, the person he dreamed of becoming.

And yet, he himself wasn't even worthy of comparing to a single strand of Chu Ran's hair.

Chu Ran was so handsome, confident, and powerful, his radiance irresistible, destined to dazzle the world.

And he—he was nothing but the good-for-nothing young master of the Zhao Family that people spoke of, accomplishing nothing day after day.

The light in Zhao Sizhuo's eyes dimmed. His head drooped, and his entire aura instantly became low and depressed.

Seeing this, Chu Ran, standing before him, curled his lips in disdain and said coldly, "Trash!"

*That's right, I am trash.*

Zhao Sizhuo answered in his heart. *I'm the useless trash that everyone looks down on.*

"Aside from having good fortune, being born into a good family, what use are you? Clearly a waste, yet occupying such a fine position, enjoying the best resources... you truly deserve to die!" Chu Ran's voice was icy.

"..." Zhao Sizhuo.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes. *My good background offends you too?*

"Go die!" Chu Ran delivered the fatal blow. "Trash like you doesn't deserve to live in this world. Go die! Hand over your parents, your family background, all your resources to me!"

"As for you? Trash like you isn't fit to live in this world!"

↑ Chu Ran was also getting a bit too into his role.

Hearing this, Zhao Sizhuo could bear it no longer. He jerked his head up.

Glaring angrily at Chu Ran, he shouted, "Even if it's you, my powerful ally, saying such things... I'll get angry too!"

"Oh?" Chu Ran looked at him with his clear, elegant gaze, a mocking smile curling his lips. "Is that so?"

"Yes!" Zhao Sizhuo glared at him, repeating emphatically, "I can get angry too!"

"Then show me your anger!" Chu Ran said to him, his face full of contempt. He reached out and pinched Zhao Sizhuo's chin, his tone dripping with scorn. "So what if a piece of trash like you gets angry?"

"..." Zhao Sizhuo.

He stared wide-eyed at the Chu Ran before him, who radiated a dominant aura. A wounded expression appeared on his face; he felt hurt inside.

*I never expected you, my powerful ally, to be like this!*

"I... I misjudged you!" Young Master Zhao roared with grief and indignation. "I thought you were different from them."

The Young Master Zhao, who had originally thought Chu Ran was also a useless piece of trash and had hurried over to cling to a powerful ally out of a naive, beautiful sense of solidarity among the useless, felt his worldview shatter in that instant!

A useless piece of trash turning into a human-shaped tyrannosaurus rex in one second was one thing...

But the promised frail, gentle, and amiable (…) piece of trash had actually transformed into someone wicked, unrestrained, condescending, and dismissive of others... the kind of person he hated most!

Chu Ran looked at him calmly, his tone nearly cruel in its coldness. "No one is different. The weak admire the strong; the strong belittle the weak. This is simply how the world is—the weak are prey to the strong."

"Whether it's me, or you, or anyone else, it's all the same." Chu Ran said, his voice carrying the clarity of youth, yet also a depth that didn't match his age. "Your closeness to me now is merely born from the weak's yearning for the strong."

His gaze fixed on Zhao Sizhuo, piercing the most embarrassing point hidden deep in his heart. "It's simply because you envy me. Because I did what you've always wanted to do but didn't dare."

Zhao Sizhuo's face instantly turned pale, a look of humiliation and shame flashing across it.

"If you want to do it, then just go do it!" Chu Ran's voice said lazily. "You lose nothing by trying. What if you succeed?"

"In this world, everyone can call you trash, despise you, belittle you." Chu Ran said to him. "But you alone must not belittle yourself. Even if you are truly weak, you must never admit you are weak."

"The moment you admit it, you become a defeated weakling!"

Chu Ran raised his head, looking towards the distant horizon. The azure sky stretched boundlessly, occasionally dotted with white clouds, free of gloom.

"Once, many people said to me, 'Why don't you just die? Why are you still alive? Since you're in so much pain, just go die!'" Chu Ran said calmly. "Everyone was waiting for me to die. Everyone thought I wouldn't live past tomorrow."

"However—"

Chu Ran let out a light, derisive laugh, his face full of mockery, his voice icy. "I refused to die. I refused to let those people have their wish!"

"I insisted on living, living well, living longer than anyone else."

Chu Ran's laughter grew colder. An expression of disdain mixed with a twisted, morbid pleasure appeared on his elegant, handsome face. He said in a light, cheerful tone, "When I was sick and nearly dying, lying on my bed, those bastards stood before my bed and said to me hypocritically, 'Just go ahead and die peacefully! Stop struggling.'"

"I smiled at them and said, 'Don't worry, I won't die. I still need to attend your funerals, watch your bones placed in coffins and buried by yellow earth. I'll come to your graves every year, so you won't have to miss me.'"

"..." Zhao Sizhuo.

*Holy crap!*

He stared, dumbfounded, at Chu Ran, whose face wore an expression of contempt and scorn, whose smile was twisted and morbid, and whose tone was light and cheerful.

*I feel hurt!*

*Mother, I'm scared!*

Chu Ran glanced at him sideways and said disdainfully, "What are you trembling for?"

"You're not one of those bastards."

"..." Zhao Sizhuo.

*That's right!*

*Why am I afraid?*

*It must be because my powerful ally is too perverted... ahem, too powerful, that I can't help but feel deep awe and reverence from within.*

*That must be it, absolutely!*

Chu Ran looked at him and began to impart the ultimate methods of twisted affection to Young Master Zhao. "So, living as a person is all about relying on a single breath of spirit!"

"If they think you can't do it, then do it and show them!"

"If they think you're trash, then slap their faces until they swell!"

"If someone wants you dead, then cut short their lifespan!"

Finally, Chu Ran summarized with a deeply profound expression, "Let yourself go! Liberate your human nature!"

"..." Young Master Zhao.

*Liberate human nature? What would that become?*

*Animal nature?*

Instantly, Zhao Sizhuo's tiger-like frame shuddered. He looked at Chu Ran with reverent admiration. *As expected of my powerful ally!*

*Talk about unleashing animal nature, and he unleashes animal nature.*

Although Chu Ran's words made Zhao Sizhuo's blood boil with excitement and greatly moved him,

Still...

"Can I really do it?" he asked Chu Ran hesitantly. "I... can I really do it?"

Chu Ran glanced at him and said, "If I say you can, then you can!"

"!!!" Zhao Sizhuo.

He was instantly deeply moved. *So my powerful ally trusts me so much.*

A warm current involuntarily surged in Young Master Zhao's heart, spreading warmth. For a moment, a sense of strength rose within him.

*I can do it. My powerful ally says I can do it!*

Chu Ran looked at him, curled his lips, and continued, "If you can't, you don't need to wait for others. I'll break your legs first."

"..." Zhao Sizhuo.

*Holy crap!*

His moved expression instantly turned to horror. He stared at Chu Ran in disbelief.

*What happened to the love!?*

"So..." Chu Ran let out a light laugh towards him, his elegant face captivating like a night-blooming cereus in full bloom. "I'll be waiting for you at the top. If you don't arrive before sunset, then prepare for the lower half of your body..."

As he spoke, Chu Ran's hand pointed towards his lower half.

Zhao Sizhuo instantly clamped his legs together.

"Oh, my mistake. Not the lower half of your *body*, but the lower half of your *life*—get ready to walk with a limp!" Chu Ran said nonchalantly, uttering a dirty joke. "Don't worry, I have no interest in your third leg."

"..." Zhao Sizhuo.

The little man inside him silently wept endless tears.

*Powerful ally, what happened to the promised elegantly beautiful, that one peerless orchid from an empty valley, the snow lotus of the heavenly mountains?*

*How can you... be so vulgar!*

Chu Ran raised his head, his gaze falling upon the ten-thousand-*zhang* tall Ascending Immortal Stairs of the Shangqing Sect. His elegant face was as cold and aloof as the eternal frost and snow of the Kunlun Mountains. He slowly recited, "Riding a sudden wind through the void, Soaring on the whirlwind up to the azure sky."

With that, he lightly tapped his toes.

A gust of wind arose, lifting his long hair, making his robes snap, and his wide sleeves fly out.

His entire body rose into the air, leaping forward, soaring upward on the whirlwind.

Instantly, he vanished from before Zhao Sizhuo.

"!!!!!" Zhao Sizhuo.

Stunned and speechless.

*Holy crap, powerful ally, you're so awesome!*

*You're literally going to heaven!*

# *Literally ascending to the heavens, young man Chu Ran.* #

**Before the Jade Purity Hall**

**The Qiankun Mirror.**

Seeing this scene, Superior Immortal Yueci's expression changed drastically. He exclaimed in shock, "How dare he!?"

"Is he trying to get himself killed!?"