This kind of gimmick draws a lot of attention; people are discussing the Immortal Martial Taoist, hoping to learn more and gain a deeper understanding.

Even if ordinary people don’t know what a Taoist is or what the King of Earth Immortals means, the Immortal Martial Mountain, this Immortal Holy Land, is definitely worth their attention.

Even the Son of God from the Eden Garden stated that this Immortal Martial Mountain Taoist is the strongest in the Earth Immortal Realm and has no rivals, which shows he is quite formidable.

"This guy really knows how to cause trouble for Wang Xuan." Chen Qingniu shook his head; the gap between the Cultivation Realm and the world of ordinary people is just too vast.

Wang Xuan’s reputation in the Cultivation Realm is immense, catching up with the representatives of the younger generation from other Immortal Holy Lands. But in the mundane world, few know him, and Wang Xuan can occasionally enjoy a normal life.

Now, that would be hard to say.

In the painting by the Son of God, Wang Xuan’s appearance is displayed in full, and being at the Immortal Martial Mountain, those familiar with him would definitely recognize him.

At school, Su Qiubai was preparing for the college entrance exams. The girl’s academic performance wasn’t great, but with her sister no longer by her side, Aunt Bai Yuzhen was available to watch her, and the girl’s energy gradually shifted to studying.

With the help of a good sister, her cultivation level has reached the Muscle Strengthening Realm; her mind and energy are not what they used to be, and by focusing on studying, her grades have quickly improved.

"Students, the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm battle concluded, and this war was extremely risky. Earth Civilization sacrificed many warriors and immortals to achieve victory.

Treasure this hard-won peace; do not let time slip by in idleness. Strive bravely to make the Mother Star stronger; otherwise, one day, when the great structure collapses, we will all perish.

Everyone has infinite potential. The Eden Garden’s Son of God spoke of the Immortal Martial Mountain Taoist, rumored online to be of civilian birth rather than a noble.

He could become the Immortal Martial Taoist and a powerful Earth Immortal, and so can you. Let the Hongwu Taoist be your role model!"

The teacher spoke passionately, and a hand-painted oil painting by the Son of God was printed out and hung on the back wall of the classroom, allowing the students to see it every day.

"Why is it him?" Su Qiubai lay on the desk; the Immortal Martial Taoist looked very much like Wang Xuan, especially since she knew Wang Xuan was a disciple of the Immortal Martial Mountain.

Once a lazy nerd, a bad uncle who lived by writing stories and deceiving young girls, now he’s so powerful.

In the painting, Wang Xuan looked majestic, as heroic as a war god, surrounded by immortal aura and golden light, unimaginable in spirit.

"Do you know who he is?" her deskmate asked, eyes wide with curiosity after hearing just one sentence.

Although Su Qiubai didn’t think much of her deskmate’s enthusiastic expression, she knew Wang Xuan was really impressive. To be honest, Wang Xuan had helped her family a lot.

"He kind of looks like my former neighbor." Su Qiubai said, knowing that outright admitting it would certainly bring trouble.

"Indeed, like her former neighbor, that tall and kind uncle I’ve seen, but not as majestic as in the painting," commented one of Su Qiubai’s friends immediately.

Su Qiubai felt bewildered; even this uncle she didn’t particularly like had soared so high. Seeing the love-struck faces of the girls in the class, she guessed they were imagining scenes from romance novels, dreaming of Wang Xuan coming to marry them on a rainbow cloud.

"Silly fangirl." Su Qiubai curled her lips, thinking she would never be like them.

With that, she pulled out a pen engraved with the Son of God’s portrait, giggled at it, thinking this was her real white horse prince.

...

Sun En, at the new district’s Immortal Martial Combat Hall, had become an Elder. Continuing step by step like this, he would endure until he reached the position of Vice Hall Master and then compete for the Hall Master seat.

When he learned Wang Xuan had become the Immortal Martial Mountain Taoist, he was in a routine meeting with other instructors, summarizing day-to-day successes and failures and planning the next phase of training programs.

With artificial intelligence and previously collected information, the meeting usually lasts five to ten minutes, with most of the time taken up by personal speeches.

"Who could have imagined?" Sun En sighed; in the past, Wang Xuan was just a small character he casually bullied, but now he has grown to such an extent that trampling him is no longer interesting.

At Precious Light Temple, a girl with long black hair was writing a Buddhist scripture under the tree, her posture graceful and slender jade-like hands handling the pen, writing one character after another full of charm.

Though still a bit young-looking, the girl was quite composed, not one to lose patience.

The ethereal temperament was calming at a glance; setting down the brush with a gentle tap, Su Xiaowei stretched gracefully, bending her long and slender body.

The temple’s literature from Precious Light Temple recorded recent major events on the Mother Star, especially concerning the powerful and Immortal Holy Lands.

Finished reading half a journal at a glance, her eyes landed on a spot mentioning Wang Xuan of the Immortal Martial Mountain, then she savored every word.

After a while, she smiled slightly and said, "Brother Wang Xuan is still so formidable, surprising everyone."

She thought her progress was fast, but compared to Wang Xuan, she was far behind; the tree that could once shield her from storms had grown into a towering giant.

In a quiet and secluded hall at the Li Family’s Old Mansion, array pattern chains spread through the void, causing Heaven and Earth Essence Qi to gather and condense into Spiritual Qi droplets.

A blood pool three feet in diameter, Li Daoming stripped and soaked in it; in an instant, his body emitted a booming sound, a continuous snapping as if chains of confinement shattered.

The pool’s blood swelled with vast energy and fluctuations, enough to shock a True Immortal. The source energy merged into Li Daoming’s body, the blood’s power continually tempering his muscles and bones, enhancing his physique.

A dragon’s phantom kept circling, roaring and unable to ascend to the Nine Heavens, while the white tiger’s body exuded the aura of knives and spears, also trapped, alongside the Vermilion Bird and Black Tortoise phantoms.

This pool of Four Symbols essence blood, Li Daoming bathed in it, enduring immense pain, with tiny cyan lights releasing from deep within his flesh, like dusted pearls revealing their glow after cleansing.

A cyan lotus swayed beside the pool, its dew droplets falling into the blood pool and merging into Li Daoming’s body, preventing his physique from being dissolved by True Immortal-level Four Symbols essence blood.

Hours passed one after another, Li Daoming unsure how long he had soaked there, eventually forming a blood-red cocoon. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The continuous cracking sound heralded Li Daoming’s emergence from the blood cocoon, his momentum rising steeply, the pure yang aura permeating, directly crossing two or three Great Realms, becoming a Celestial Immortal!

Li Daoming laughed heartily, saying, "Wang Xuan, your rise speed has somewhat surprised me, but how could I let you shine alone!"

...

Returning from Di Xuan Star, Wang Xuan had just arrived when the Time Spirit informed him that a large amount of Power of Faith had gathered, converting into Source Power points.

Like a flood, Wang Xuan gained half a million Source Power points in a short time. Upon learning that this resulted from the Son of God’s remarks, drawing much attention from ordinary people, he was amused and exasperated.

"The attention from ordinary people can be useful to me, but for them, it holds no value, merely costing a bit of energy and providing more topics of conversation."

Wang Xuan wasn’t thrilled by people’s adoration or imagined becoming a star, even though with his current fame and status, even a fart would have countless media people writing articles.

Regarding statements, the Immortal Martial Mountain has dedicated individuals to handle the arrangements from him, so he doesn’t need to worry.

After socializing at the Immortal Martial Mountain for a few days, Wang Xuan prepared to return home; having been away for over six months, he felt guilty about his absence.

At this time, his personal disciple Hongze contacted him.

On the other side of the network, Hongze appeared troubled: "Master, I’ve provoked a general and fear I’m in serious trouble."

Though embarrassed, when faced with an unsolvable issue, seeking help from elders is the most straightforward solution.

"Where are you?" Wang Xuan asked calmly.

His demeanor made Hongze anxious about potential reprimands from his master yet also reassured him, seeing that his master could solve his trouble.

"Federation University."