Stronger from Earth

Wang Xuan’s appearance brought much excitement to the occasion.

He Fang praised with a touch of boasting: "You all know Wang Xuan, but probably not very well. Let me introduce him again today.

This is my little disciple, thirty years old this year. I’ve taken him in for about six years, and he is now at the Peak of the Grotto Void realm.

He’s still a young man, so everyone, please give him more care in the future, more care."

Thirty years old and at the Peak of the Grotto Void realm—this must make these old folks jealous to the point of madness. If they had such a disciple, they’d laugh themselves to sleep!

Just like him, every time he thinks of recruiting Wang Xuan as a disciple, he feels like he picked up a Realm Gate by accident—such surprising joy makes one extraordinarily happy.

Senior Uncle Lin said, "We’re very familiar with the Taoist’s deeds, so you, old fellow, don’t need to introduce them anymore."

The young pillars supporting their own sect, how could they not know?

Even those who are often busy outside—some meeting Wang Xuan for the first time—but Wang Xuan’s information must have appeared numerous times before them.

A kind old man spoke: "He Fang, does your disciple even need us to care for him? In a few years, we might have to rely on him for more care."

The words sounded somewhat like a joke, but everyone knows this is quite likely—and it’s merely a matter of ten to fifty years.

Lin Xingruo said expressionlessly: "It’s no big deal if we are surpassed, but as his master, won’t there be a time when your disciple guides your training?"

Given Wang Xuan’s cultivation speed, it’s estimated that when he reaches Half-Step Immortal, He Fang might not yet achieve Half-Step Immortal.

Thus, Wang Xuan, as a disciple, guiding He Fang as his master—this scene is bound to happen soon.

Upon hearing this, He Fang, who had been feeling proud just moments earlier, imagined that scenario, and his expression froze.

Wang Xuan timely chimed in: "Once a teacher, always a father. A master is forever a master.

For a master, the happiest thing is when a disciple surpasses oneself. When that day comes, I believe my master will be very happy."

Once he said this, He Fang’s cheerful laughter rang out again, having such a disciple, he would have no regrets this lifetime!

Lin Xingruo, seeing He Fang’s expression, felt slightly annoyed, but upon glancing at her own disciples, she found herself speechless.

When it comes to disciples, she really doesn’t have one comparable to Wang Xuan—even added together, they fall short.

The Primordial Ancestor looked at Lin Xingruo, then at He Fang, only feeling that bringing these two small foes together—would prove difficult.

In this lifetime, they have a fate, yet are conflicted, making these two truly a cause of his headaches.

The gathering naturally wouldn’t be without fine wine and dishes, including the Immortal Saint bloodline of Demons, Ancient Medicine that has grown for hundreds of thousands of years, and even Half-Step Immortal meat from slain enemies.

Within these feasts, Wang Xuan also indulged heartily, the taste akin to a Miracle Elixir—such cuisine is memorable and irresistible.

It’s not just him—the three Celestial Venerables present, and the second-generation disciples are all enjoying the banquet.

After all, the feast is sponsored by several Celestial Venerables, meant for Wang Xuan’s farewell, a rare opportunity with precious ingredients—even Void True Immortals can seldom feast like this.

Watching these lively old men and women eating even faster than himself, if not for his Creation Domain, even Wang Xuan couldn’t match these people in consumption.

"This time we’re riding on Wang Xuan’s coattails—the dishes on this table, tsk tsk tsk, if I were to gather them, I’d have to pawn everything," marveled an elder master.

The banquet continued for quite a while, during which Hong Xuanji inquired about the Canglan Realm: "Wang Xuan, now that you’re leading the Canglan Realm expedition, have you decided who to take?"

Upon discovery, the Canglan Realm was naturally divided among the three great powers of the Divine Land, with the division relying on each faction’s capabilities.

With Wang Xuan’s ability, this expedition was surely going to bring considerable returns.

Eating heartily, he naturally planned to bring along some small fries to share in the benefits—similar to those times when He Fang led Wang Xuan and others to develop the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm.

"I’ll bring two disciples and Senior Chen Qingniu. Other personnel will be decided by the sect."

Wang Xuan knew developing the Canglan Realm was Immortal Martial Mountain providing him with cultivation resources, helping him prepare for the Tao Realm.

Yet, Gate of the World resources are inherently scarce, his faction taking the majority is sufficient, and he must allocate some to fellow sect members.

"Good, among the fourth-generation disciples, there are some promising ones. This time take them along," Hong Xuanji immediately finalized the list.

At this moment, Wang Xuan recalled those days when he was hiding at the Martial Arts Hall, meeting his master and senior, and then soaring high.

Entry into the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm marked a major turning point in his life.

Now, he had transformed from a former nobody into a True Immortal Power, ruling the destinies of countless people.

This moment was just like that moment, prompting Wang Xuan to muse deeply.

The sect gathering only lasted one night; the next morning, many left Immortal Martial Mountain to return to their busy affairs.

Wang Xuan didn’t stay for long either, leaving Chong the Thirty-Sixth and Void Python to guard the family, he took his wife and children, two disciples, and two young maids, leading over a dozen fourth-generation disciples on their journey.

"Wei, today we part ways. I don’t know when we’ll meet again, so take care," Wang Xuan bid farewell to Tianwei.

The next time they met, who knew what their positions and identities would be?

"We will meet again," Tianwei, though reluctant, suppressed his sentiments, waving farewell to Wang Xuan.

The masters of the fourth-generation disciples beside them also reminded: "Your master Wang Xuan is the Taoist of our Immortal Martial Mountain. Respect his identity and cultivation."

If anyone disobeyed, stirring trouble for the Taoist outside, upon return they’d surely face the wrath of their masters—being severely punished!

Most fourth-generation disciples were only teenagers, their cultivation still wavering between Body Refining Seventh Realm and Human Immortal levels. Naturally, they revered Taoist Wang Xuan, nodding quickly.

"All right, we should set off."

As Wang Xuan pointed with his hand, a Space Gate appeared before everyone, and the little ones jumped in one after another.

Subsequently, Wang Xuan led the people of Black and White Mountain through the Space Gate, and with a spatial shift, they arrived at Sea City along the East Sea.

Sea City, though not large in size, boasted remarkable economic development—favored by not only wealthy individuals but cultivators too.

In such a grand city, Immortal Martial Mountain had naturally established the Immortal Martial Combat Hall, with Celestial Immortal disciples stationed there.

"We’ll first make a stop in Sea City, spend a few days enjoying ourselves before heading out to sea," Wang Xuan stated.

The Canglan Realm had already been discovered months ago, with the realm gate located at the bottom of the sea—yet to open, there was no rush to proceed.

Given the sea floor environment, Wang Xuan with his family certainly felt more comfortable in Sea City.

As they strolled leisurely through the streets, luxury cars sped by, and diverse flying devices traversed the skies. Occasionally, they glimpsed cultivator’s flying boats soaring past.

Between high-rise buildings, the sight of circular rails resembling a colorful rainbow suspended in the air, transporting countless commuters.

Hongze remarked: "The Immortal Martial Combat Hall in Sea City features a base and over a hundred branch halls, with fifteen thousand coaches and beyond a million apprentices."

Zhang Han followed: "Changsheng Group also has a branch in Sea City, with multiple physical stores—the sales growth exceeding nine hundred percent recently."

Whether visiting the Immortal Martial Combat Hall or Changsheng Group, they had places to stay.

Indeed, such hospitality for the Sea City’s management was a significant test—as when headquarters bigwigs visited, who wouldn’t be anxious?