The sisters Shuishui are still at Federation University for further studies. They’re interested in some public courses and are exposed to various things to broaden their experience.

They didn’t come here just to get a degree; it’s about the experience. If they truly want to learn something, it’s better to return to Immortal Martial Mountain. Perhaps in a while, they might return to Black and White Mountain.

Everyone should have time for themselves, rather than being occupied by other matters. Although they might be handmaidens, Wang Xuan doesn’t wish for them to only be handmaidens.

The Void Python slithered nearby, as Wang Xuan soared into the sky, flying at dozens of times the speed of sound, looking down to see the earth, with the grand forms shaped by mountains and rivers, now appearing entirely different to him.

Some areas gather Literary Qi, places where scholars emerge in numbers, while others naturally form Spirit Gathering Arrays, providing excellent environments for cultivation.

And aren’t cities grand array maps themselves? With reasonable design, the entire city becomes an array map, forming a great momentum.

Jiangyou Province is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with high mountains and low water; the gap is precisely at the position of water vapors, causing the Qi of the entire region to flow north.

The Ancient Yuzhang’s natural treasures and celestial riches exist for good reason.

From the vastness of mountainous forms to the intricacies of home geomancy, Wang Xuan perceives many mysteries. After studying the Array Dao, the world indeed appears different to him.

Returning to Changsheng Group, overlooking, Wang Xuan only feels that the geomancy here is quite good. If some arrays were embedded, it could elevate the entire place by two tiers.

In less than a few dozen breaths, he already has a detailed renovation plan in mind.

The scale of Changsheng Group has expanded three to four times, and another building has been established, with many staff busy.

In the radius of tens of miles, so many brain magnetic fields are changing; with just a thought, Wang Xuan’s ability allows him to enslave millions, turning them into his combat puppets.

The company has some minor issues, but Wang Xuan doesn’t mind; regardless of how large Changsheng Group becomes, it depends on his prestige.

Lin Cheng has a mysterious sense toward Wang Xuan, which started after their dual cultivation. She, being in the lab, already knows about Wang Xuan’s return.

"You heartless guy, letting me guard an empty room for half a year," Lin Cheng hummed when they met, yet she still came over to hold Wang Xuan’s arm.

Wang Xuan apologetically said, "My fault."

Lin Cheng dragged him back to the villa. Wang Xuan intended to get close, but Lin Cheng stopped him, saying, "Wait, first bathe, wash yourself thoroughly clean."

"Alright, alright, I’ll wash myself thoroughly clean, my heart can only hold you," Wang Xuan said as he took Lin Cheng into the bath.

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Winter quietly arrived, bringing cold with the air streams; trees took off their clothes a while back, ready to rest for a few months to welcome the next cycle in better form.

Wang Xuan shared interesting experiences with Lin Cheng, taking her home to visit relatives, intertwining their lives.

In the small village, Wang Xuan, a promising young man returning, attracted quite a spectacle. Children said Wang Xuan looks like an Immortal Martial Taoist, and Wang Xuan cheerfully said he wished he had that destiny.

Returning home without flaunting wealth - like wearing silk garments and walking at night, Wang Xuan indeed doesn’t show off, for nowadays simple life is a luxury to him.

"Home again?" Father Wang glanced at Wang Xuan, not seeing the starship he long thought of, couldn’t help but ask, "Didn’t bring Zero Number back?"

"Gave it away," Wang Xuan said. He gifted it to Hongze, as his standing made traveling in such a personal starship unsuitable.

So he personally customized a medium-sized starship, with the defense level of the central cockpit area nearly reaching the peak level of personal starships, costing naturally thousands of billions of Star Yuan.

"Gave it away? You wastrel!" Father Wang immediately frowned, hearing hundreds of billions worth of items given away, "Too much money to burn!"

Wang Xuan nodded; he indeed felt his money excessive, so he spent it to buy the entire Dragon Mountain, with a region of two hundred to three hundred kilometers of mountains spanning tens of thousands of square kilometers now entirely his personal domain.

Seeing him nod, Father Wang felt a surge of anger, almost wanting to take off his shoe to beat him, a father disciplining his son is only natural, although he couldn’t beat Wang Xuan.

"I bought a small personal spacecraft for you, but it can’t leave Mother Star, it’ll arrive in fifteen minutes." After Wang Xuan finished speaking, his father said nothing.

People indeed tend to be silent when they receive things.

He wonders how his little nest nurtured a son this capable.

It’s not scientific.

There’s rationale in dragons giving birth to dragons, phoenixes to phoenixes; the nuances absorbed subconsciously differ, and disparities in resources and connections naturally make their circles different.

After returning home, Wang Xuan’s main desire was to enhance his family’s cultivation levels so they could live hundreds of years longer, a feat entirely possible with his abilities.

Mother Wang looked at her grown son, asking Lin Cheng, "When are you two getting married? Give me a grandson or granddaughter?"

Lin Cheng being brought back by Wang Xuan almost confirmed her status, marrying and having children is normal.

"Xuan’s cultivation is in the Golden Enhancement Stage, this period is particularly precious and might not allow for divided focus," Lin Cheng said.

"Once we have a child, we’ll get married," Wang Xuan deferred.

With his cultivation level, conceiving a child with Lin Cheng isn’t easy, needing all conditions being optimal, otherwise it might take a decade or twenty years before Lin Cheng gets pregnant.

For immortals, having children isn’t easy, yet True Immortal magical power can reach sky-high, no longer in this category.

While cultivating at home, Wang Xuan’s perfection of the Creation True Scripture has reached the Pure Yang Peak, nearly completing this realm.

Strands of Creation Magical Power quietly infused into his parents’ and uncles’ flesh, gradually enhancing their cultivation levels, perhaps allowing them to awaken with a breakthrough.

Looking toward Dragon Mountain, this area now belongs to him, with all its resources being his wealth.

This feeling of being a landowner is indeed satisfying.

Taking out some materials, refining them into Array Bases, Wang Xuan walked under the moon through Dragon Mountain. Its special terrain requires careful exploration.

Several hours passed before Wang Xuan buried hundreds of Array Bases, setting up an array. Outsiders attempting to enter Dragon Mountain would get lost, wandering aimlessly and ending up outside.

He erected a few stone tablets inscribed with: Private Domain, Do Not Enter.

This served as a declaration of sovereignty.

Deep within Dragon Mountain, Wang Xuan placed down the Star Hall, using it as the core to suppress the Grand Array, greatly magnifying the array’s power.

Taking out the White Jade Meditation Mat and sitting on this treasure that can calm the mind, enhance intellect, and keep one’s spirits up, allowing cultivators to remain at peak state for a long time, Wang Xuan began the completion work of the Creation True Scripture’s Pure Yang Stage.

Outside Dragon Mountain, several figures quietly approached, directly invading the array, covertly nearing the Star Hall.

Holding sharp blades, their Peak of Celestial Immortal cultivation is quite remarkable, surveying the environment and squatting aside.

As soon as Wang Xuan comes out, they would make their move and kill this prodigy in one strike.

Hidden underground, they suddenly sensed the surrounding space stiffen, with countless blades of space severing their bodies.

Instantly, subjected to a thousand cuts.

Two of them turned into countless blood and flesh pieces, their Primordial Spirits attempting to flee, only to be grasped by large hands and squeezed into dust.

"The fifth wave already, but only throwing away lives for nothing," an aged voice said.

"More will come, countless alien races desire to kill the Immortal Martial Taoist at Immortal Martial Mountain, despite the cost.

Stay vigilant. As Taoist’s guardians, we cannot allow him to suffer any mishaps."

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