Stronger from Earth

The newborn child is very fond of sleep.

But Wang Zhu is excessively energetic and keeps fussing, even pulling out several strands of his mother’s hair.

Lin Cheng often cradles the child in her arms, speaking softly and tenderly, her appearance and body scent deeply engraved in Wang Zhu’s mind.

She did not experience postpartum depression, whether physically or mentally, as Wang Xuan has been more attentive to her than the child in recent days.

Having a father with a carefree spirit, as a mother, her maternal radiance is naturally dazzling; once busy, she has no time to overthink, let alone the joy of bonding with the child.

Chun Shui and Qiu Shui come and go, fetching daily necessities. At the core of Black and White Mountain is Wang Xuan’s family of three. The newborn’s fussiness requires many things, leaving them little chance to be idle.

"Chirp chirp chirp." Qiu Shui makes a loud noise to attract Wang Zhu’s attention.

They adore this little child; whether due to biological instinct or cultural influence, their maternal instincts erupt. Raising the baby is exhausting, yet it brings immense satisfaction.

"I wish I had a baby too," the two girls murmured in their hearts.

Unfortunately, they not only don’t have a baby but also cannot get too close to Wang Zhu.

The Mountain Lord has instructed that they aren’t allowed to approach Wang Zhu too closely for the next month or two unless the couple is present.

Young children are very interested in things they can control, especially Wang Zhu, with his robust body and keen senses.

Whether it’s the sounds he hears, the sights he sees, the textures he touches, the scents he smells, or the tastes he experiences, he craves to repeatedly capture those sensations.

Looking around, moving hands and feet, often wanting to eat, chasing the source of any sound he hears, Wang Zhu’s fussiness keeps Lin Cheng quite busy.

But Wang Xuan doesn’t indulge him, to prevent forming negative habits in the child’s body.

Once Lin Cheng noticed the child could jump and hop, she started teaching Wang Zhu to control his body. Naturally, a person wishes to become a societal being, a process requiring molding and correction.

Wang Xuan lounges in a rocking chair, like a lazy lion king, surveying his domain while sifting through the knowledge of human individual development.

Any minute change in Wang Zhu’s physiological, psychological, or cognitive condition is within Wang Xuan’s analysis.

Raising a child for him is a responsibility, a joy, a duty, a right, and also a form of practice—a multi-faceted endeavor.

Even someone of his stature must treat the upbringing of a child with seriousness, truly not something to make light of.

After all, the upbringing in the first eighteen years determines many things in a child’s life, and once formed, they’re hard to correct; some are even irreversible.

In comparison, Wang Xuan can’t help but lament how cruel the heavens are. It’s no longer just three-tenths fate; before twenty, it might be five, seven-tenths.

It’s like a seedling, its nature is one aspect, and environmental influence is another. Once it grows to a certain height, the tree’s overall shape is already determined.

The saying goes that a dragon begets a dragon, a phoenix begets a phoenix, and a rat’s offspring know how to dig holes. Though it might seem infuriating and bitter, it’s a helpless truth.

Biological inheritance and the original family have a profound impact on individual human growth.

Despite there being many who believe that children will naturally grow up and transition from natural beings to societal beings with minimal guidance.

This is a sad form of ignorance, which also leads to sins born of foolishness.

Wang Zhu is very fond of his mother Lin Cheng, as most of his happiness stems from her, quickly forming a deep attachment.

When the child ran around on the open ground for a while and suddenly felt bewildered, losing track of what he was doing, he would turn and run back to his mother.

With four or five adults present, the child exclusively runs to Lin Cheng, how could this not bring her joy and pride?

The trivial matters of Black and White Mountain never reach Wang Xuan’s ears; all resources and glory channel through his strength and status.

The sheltered management, granted power, resources, and protection, naturally shares Wang Xuan’s burdens, much like how Wang Xuan seldom bothers his master He Fang.

This allows him to enjoy considerable leisure time on Black and White Mountain, akin to the enviable life of a wealthy man.

Glancing at the sky, the four-dimensional space trembles incessantly, causing Wang Xuan to furrow his brows with unease.

Who would so rudely intrude upon Immortal Martial Mountain?

Without a doubt, the opponent has immense combat power to break through the defenses, and they come with ill intentions.

"The storm is approaching; after only a few days of calm, disturbances arise again."

Wang Xuan stood with folded arms, long past the point of anger from unexpected disruptions. In plans and expectations, unforeseen happenings are normal.

Life rarely goes according to plan; impermanence is its usual state.

Stretching out his hand, a palm-sized pouch appeared. The Qiankun Bag grew with the wind, turned into a light barrier, isolating Black and White Mountain from the outside world.

This Magical Treasure, crafted by the Immortal Hong Xuanji using the body of a Void-Devouring Beast, is incredibly powerful, providing Wang Xuan a sense of security.

"You stay on Black and White Mountain, do not leave for now, wait until I return," Wang Xuan said.

Lin Cheng and the others had no idea what had occurred and frowned, saying, "Can’t you stay and not go out?"

With their child still young, and without her husband by her side, she always lacked a sense of security, worried about external dangers.

"Immortal Martial Mountain has been very kind to us. We’ve gained so much, which already dictates, to some extent, that I cannot shrink back when Immortal Martial Mountain faces trouble."

Even though his current combat power is far from prominent in Immortal Martial Mountain, he can’t lend much help in a real battle.

As the Immortal Martial Taoist, his status dictates his responsibility, even if only symbolically active.

White Jade Square, where Immortal Martial Mountain leveraged Wang Xuan’s wedding to establish a presence, announced sect reforms, a decision reached collectively by all Immortal Holy Lands.

Many sect Immortals hadn’t left Immortal Martial Mountain yet witnessed the spatial disturbance, as if a sea-eye emerged in the ocean.

In the surprise of many Immortals from Earth Civilization, the group from the Celestial Divine Realm appeared with extraordinary momentum.

Diyang Zhenyi, the Peak of Immortal, led the way, and with the imposing majesty of an Immortal, just a slight release of aura resulted in sea-like waves, Primordial Qi pressing across the skies.

Instantly, it left the gathered Immortals breathless.

Using power to oppress, this behavior of seizing control is indeed infuriating.

However, immediately after, three Immortals behind Diyang Zhenyi also released their Immortal auras, creating a pressure so strong that the space seemed to be ready to shatter like glass.

The descent of four Alien Race Immortals, regardless of their intentions, embodies sheer terror, leaving many Immortals deeply frightened.

If these four Alien Race Immortals clashed with Immortal Martial Mountain, it’s doubtful that many beings below Half-Step Immortal level could survive.

In such a situation, which of the many Immortals wouldn’t have their hearts and spirits shaken?

The elders stood towering like celestial pillars, while Diyang Wushuang and other young ones were filled with pride, gazing around arrogantly.

Shoujo Wei, dressed in luxurious attire, resembling a Celestial Maiden descending from the Ninefold Immortal Palace, appeared unattainably cold and stunning, her frosty demeanor inspiring reverence and awe.

As she surveyed her surroundings, the Earth Immortals with their radiant immortal light appeared like flickering candlelight, she easily took in the appearances of the tens of thousands of Immortals.

He wasn’t present.

That prompted her to sigh, though the reason for the sigh was unclear.

After sighing, she reverted to her high and cold demeanor, acting as the noble daughter of the Celestial God Race.

Even if they were to meet, what would it matter? Her rational mind warns her that many things can’t be said, done, or even thought.

"Is the prodigy of Earth Civilization really only this?" Diyang Wushuang observed the embarrassed stance of Earth Immortals and couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

"Tianwei, where is that prodigy you spoke of who ascended to the Celestial Tier from a mortal in just six years?

When you mentioned him, I always felt a sense of admiration. It makes me curious to witness such a person."

Although Diyang Wushuang is confident in his unparalleled talents, he is oblivious to any relation between Wang Xuan and Tianwei.

However, a man’s pride, desire for control, and possessiveness render him domineering and intolerant.

If he indeed encounters that small Celestial Immortal, he plans to crush his pride, affirming his own dignity by stepping over the other’s.

Beauty loves a hero; he aims to prove to Tianwei who the most powerful man truly is!