“What? What did you just say, son?”

The Confucian Cloud Immortals were shocked to the core. It was almost as if they didn't know their own son. “That’s your plan? When did you take Young Master Leaf as a Master?”

“Hmph! That’s none of your concern. Let me tell you, I was never in danger from that morphblight infection. Young Master Leaf had it under control, so even if Dragon Proudheaven didn't save me, I would have been fine. Young Master Leaf was in seclusion, seeking enlightenment, but he’s out now. He’s actually been negotiating with the future world, and he’s going to conquer all of the immortal worlds! No matter how strong you are, there’s always someone out there that’s stronger than you. And your Sagely Confucian Institute is just too weak. Eventually, I'm going to kill the supreme rector of the Sagely Confucian Institute, and you two can take over.”

Confucian Daoless threw his head back and laughed maniacally. “Oh Dragon Proudheaven, you’ll soon be kowtowing to me! You’ll beg for your life, and then you’ll beg to die! And I’ll get my Aeonic God Psalter back soon enough. When the time...