Few people are willing to admit that they are inferior to others.

The title of King of Earth Immortals spread far and wide, offending a large number of Earth Immortal cultivators, as no one would willingly bear the weight of another’s reputation pressing down on them out of nowhere.

The first thought in many people’s minds was to challenge Wang Xuan and make him understand their strength.

"If you want to challenge me, by all means, come to Immortal Martial Mountain anytime." Wang Xuan remarked with a smile after realizing the commotion outside.

This one line scared off ninety percent of the challengers. Although they grumbled, reluctant to accept the truth, they knew in their hearts that a disciple of the Immortal Holy Land was indeed formidable.

The True Inheritors of second and third-class mountain gates, even their strongest, would only rank mid-tier at the Immortal Holy Land. This is the difference in talent, resources, and Cultivation Technique.

As attention focused on Wang Xuan, some of his exploits finally spread: his astonishing performance in the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm, being accepted as a disciple by a True Immortal, his exceptional talent in the Alchemy Dao and Medical Dao, his fierce battle with Zhao Hao, suppressing the geniuses of the Spirit Race, his feats in Southeast Asia, and recently enslaving countless demon beasts.

Wang Xuan’s rise was rapid, and the brilliance along his path was truly dazzling, leaving people amazed by what he had experienced.

Amidst the heated discussions, Wang Xuan’s already impressive reputation now genuinely spread across the four seas. Once the disciples of these forces returned to the Mother Star, none would be unaware of his name!

"Are you hungry? I brought you some delicacies."

In the hospital room, Wang Xuan had prepared a feast, with the ingredients of at least Earth Level quality. Various body parts of Earth Demons could be made into delicacies, supplemented with Spirit Medicine Immortal Plants, where taste and nourishment coexisted.

Wang Xuan brought the most sincere greetings from friends, bringing joy to Tu Yingying’s heart, making her slightly squint her eyes, and her laughter almost revealed her fox tail.

"You’ve saved me twice now, I have no way to repay you."

As Tu Yingying spoke, her chopsticks didn’t stop. Newly recovered from her injuries, she needed to replenish her body, thus her appetite was wide open.

Though her lips were so small, Tu Yingying ate quickly, her cheeks slightly puffed, and when she was happy, her elegant brows would seem to dance.

Her father was busy again, and her sisters withdrew with laughter upon seeing Wang Xuan.

It didn’t take long for Tu Yingying to eat until she was full, as the ingredients were too rich, and she also needed time to digest.

"Wang Xuan, I heard you had a match with Avril from Eden Garden?" Tu Yingying knew of Avril’s status in Eden Garden.

Among the True Disciples of the Immortal Holy Land, there were also levels.

The ordinary ones cultivate steadily without standing out, but not too badly either, as aging will eventually bring them to a certain realm.

The above-average have decent luck and are exceptionally strong in some areas, often pleasantly surprising their mentors, advancing in cultivation faster than average disciples.

Outstanding ones enter the True Immortal realm within a century, with astonishing speed; Wu Zhutian, Hou Zhaohua is roughly at this level.

Further up, it depends on combat power and potential belong to the core seeds, among the top ten figures in this realm within the sect. He Fang used to be a core seed, eventually surpassing those of the same generation to catch up with the older one.

As for someone like Avril, the strongest in earth territory in Eden Garden, she could be honored as a Saintess, her potential not distinguished by the sect despite her realm.

And the strongest ones in the same realm and generation are cultivated intensively by the sect, almost representing that generation.

For example, the first person among the third-generation disciples of Celestial Sword Mountain, Shi Jingxian, known to all for her title of One Sword Seals Immortals. Similarly, the first of the third-generation disciples of Immortal Martial Mountain, Zhou Chengwu, known as Little Martial Immortal, once the strongest in Grotto Void.

As the King of Earth Immortals, Wang Xuan enjoyed similar treatment, an outstanding figure in the Immortal Holy Land, to whom even Zhou Chengwu would give face.

"Before the great battle, she wanted to challenge me, delayed a day’s time, and only today did we fight. Her strength was not bad, able to withstand a few of my moves." What Wang Xuan said was true, though it sounded like boasting.

The number of Earth Immortals who could endure even one move from him was already dwindling, and most True Inheritors of the Immortal Holy Land were at this level.

Tu Yingying listened intently, knowing that Wang Xuan did not like to boast, as it was meaningless.

"You’ve become really strong!"

She felt Wang Xuan’s words carried an air of dominance, to gauge how many moves the Saintess of the Immortal Holy Land could withstand in his hands, such a demeanor gazed upon the world.

She recalled her first meeting with Wang Xuan over a year ago; at that time, she was in the Divine Infant Realm, with Wang Xuan merely at the level of Bone and Organ Refinement in the Seventh Realm of Body Refining.

Now she was still in the Divine Infant Realm, but Wang Xuan had risen to be the King of Earth Immortals. Given another two years, she feared that all she was would be under his shadow.

"Haha, getting a compliment from you is truly not easy." Wang Xuan laughed.

He still remembered how this Fox Immortal girl was once fascinated by the internet, exploring the splendor of the human world and how they became friends from book lovers during an offline encounter.

Looking at Wang Xuan, Tu Yingying saw the same person, yet within just over a year, his brilliance had become so dazzling.

"Is that so? Then I will praise you more often in the future." Tu Yingying didn’t have many friends, but Wang Xuan, a human friend, was someone she most wanted to speak with.

To have such friendship, she felt it was the fortunate blessing of her life.

After the visit, Wang Xuan instructed the young woman to rest well, only to be surrounded by a group of chattering Fox Maidens outside, all very curious about this "King of Earth Immortals."

"Did you see anything different?" Wang Xuan looked at this group of women, each alluring and beautiful, needing no mention of their charm, but appearing overly enchanting.

Tuo Le nodded, "There’s an indescribable aura."

"Heh, same hands and feet, one head, no difference." Wang Xuan smiled as he walked away.

The King of Earth Immortals is also human, just the strongest among Earth Immortals.

His tranquility did not last long. Despite his growing fame, the world was never lacking in bold people. Without even the courage to challenge, how could one talk of defeating Wang Xuan?

"King of Earth Immortals? I am Chen Hu, a disciple of the third generation of the White Tiger Sect, staying at the Peak of Earth Immortal to solidify my foundation. Among the disciples of the same realm, no one is my match.

Both of us are at the Peak of Earth Immortal, and I, Chen Hu, confidently claim my strength to be unparalleled, no less than yours! If you don’t defeat me, the title of King of Earth Immortals is nothing but a boast. Only if you defeat me will I, Chen Hu, willingly acknowledge it!"

Wang Xuan glanced at him. This person had long black hair falling over a jade-like face, impressively handsome and majestic, with evil qi surrounding him, his dual fists brimming with sharpness, someone of considerable capability.

Clenching his right hand into a fist, Wang Xuan extended his index finger, pointing at Chen Hu, then furrowed his brows and retracted it, instead sticking out his little finger.

Chen Hu was greatly confused about what this meant and challenged him, "Speak your mind!"

Wang Xuan wiggled his little finger and said indifferently, "To defeat you, I need only a little finger."

These words immediately ignited Chen Hu’s fury. To be so underestimated, how could he endure it?

A little finger? This was belittling someone! The lack of respect for him as a challenger was intolerable.

"Arrogant fool, let me teach you a lesson, to see how much you truly weigh!"

Chen Hu’s dual arms bore armguards, with magical power infused into them, instantly transforming into tiger claws. With a flourishing aura, he pounced toward Wang Xuan.

The enormous and sharp tiger claws loomed close, seemingly enough to shred even a mountain, but Wang Xuan remained unfazed.

With a gentle flick of his little finger, a stroke of magical power formed into an arrow and shot out, striking Chen Hu’s chest with a bang, forcing him back.

Swiftly advancing, in a blink, he was launched high back, Chen Hu’s face flushed red with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, barely taking on a single move from Wang Xuan.

To deal with him, Wang Xuan truly only needed a little finger.