Chapter 435: Chapter 424: Qingqiu
Wang Xuan considered himself a person of good temper and character, not one to kill indiscriminately, and on Earth, he adhered to the rules.
Though with his status as the Immortal Martial Taoist and his combat power at the peak of the Grotto Void, he could easily ignore most of the rules of this world.
Because the rules of this world were set by their group of strong individuals, it was the weak who needed to obey.
As for them, they only cared about strength and weakness. The strong had all the rights to speech and control, while the weak were not qualified to reason.
That Celestial Martial True Immortal and his disciples kept bothering him again and again. Although Wang Xuan didn’t think that these seven True Immortals together could harm him, wasting time, exerting energy, and affecting his mood were the most annoying things for him.
"What do you want?" Wang Xuan’s mood passed like a chilly autumn wind, carrying a chill, and the lands for dozens of miles around also froze into snowflakes along with his emotions.
Snow fell without warning, so suddenly that it caught people off guard, making children cheer and adults furrow their brows with worry about the autumn harvest.
The Celestial Martial True Immortal saw Wang Xuan’s displeased expression, and anyone with discerning eyes could tell he was angry. He hurriedly said with his six friends, "Fellow Daoist, please don’t misunderstand. The seven of us are here for our disciples.
They acted out of greed and thus angered the Taoist, and they indeed deserve punishment. We are here this time to apologize to the Fellow Daoist."
Even though their combined efforts might match Wang Xuan’s strength, perhaps they wouldn’t lose, yet such a battle would still be a disgrace.
At that time, who wouldn’t know that the Immortal Martial Taoist single-handedly fought against seven Grotto Void True Immortals, including the famous figures?
Winning might be held against him, causing dissatisfaction within Immortal Martial Mountain. Losing would make them backdrops, possibly recorded in history and laughed at for thousands or tens of thousands of years. Only a fool would engage in such folly.
Upon hearing they came to apologize and seeing that they each offered a compensatory gift, Wang Xuan’s expression changed from cloudy to clear, and the snow melted slowly.
"Such small matters don’t weigh on my heart, but violating a cultivator’s taboo must be punished. If I let it go, wouldn’t everyone want to come here to dig for treasures?"
Reaching this level, Wang Xuan became acutely aware of Long Ling’s immense power and terror, and that altar was absolutely primordial, possibly existing before this Life Source Star was born.
If someone stumbled upon it by accident, what of it? How many people in this world could possess their own fortune? Moreover, Long Ling’s body is currently too weak, likely in slumber.
Since harmony brings wealth, Wang Xuan let those six Earth Immortals off, disinclined to pursue it. He was originally someone who returned favors in measure to those given to him.
Seeing the generous apologetic gifts from the seven True Immortals, mostly spiritual objects of the peak of Celestial Immortal level, he likewise gifted them seven Golden Body Pills of corresponding value. These were merely practice creations, unsatisfactory in quality to him, not needed to keep.
"The Taoist is magnanimous, indeed a supreme figure among Earth’s younger generation." The Celestial Martial True Immortal and others humbled themselves.
Especially the Celestial Martial True Immortal, who had been thoroughly beaten by Wang Xuan, was now entirely convinced, willing to play the supporting role, eagerly flattering Wang Xuan.
With this, the matter came to a close.
Wang Xuan departed Dragon Mountain, stepping a thousand miles away with a single step. The art of Shrinking Inches and Close Yet Far Away was self-learned for him by now, or rather, any being with the combat power of a True Immortal could achieve such feats once they grasped space.
Before long, Wang Xuan had left the Divine Land, entering Siberia. He didn’t have many friends, but Tu Yingying was considered one of them.
With his current cultivation level and status, his life bore a vast difference from his teenage years when he was more reserved, having few friends, and long lacked contact, making them distant.
Extending invitations now wouldn’t be suitable for them; his world was too high and dangerous, and those dear ones accustomed to stable and peaceful lives didn’t need their current lives shattered because of him.
In due time, sending some gifts to express past friendships would suffice.
Siberia housed many large clans, though it had no Immortals, it did possess top-level experts at the Half-Step Immortal level, among whom was the founder of the Fox Race, thus making the Qingqiu Land famous.
With the combat power of a True Immortal, Wang Xuan subtly released his aura, and True Immortals within a thousand miles could sense it. Sure enough, soon, a Demon Saint’s divine thought reached out to converse with him.
"Turns out the Immortal Martial Taoist pays us a visit; the Qingqiu Race must greet him with great ceremony." The guarding Demon Saint of Qingqiu smiled warmly.
Wang Xuan nodded slightly. His master He Fang had already stepped into the Void Realm, becoming a peerless figure on Earth. Above him were his master Zhou Chunyuan and his father, the Cyan Nether Great Immortal, both giant figures at the Half-Step Immortal level. Just their background compelled the Qingqiu Race to give him respect.
If word spread of any disrespect, a furrowed brow from either of the Half-Step Immortals would distress the not-so-deeply rooted Qingqiu Race.
Moreover, his Hongwu Taoist bore the posture of an Immortal, rising too swiftly. These old foxes excelled at seizing the moment. Even thinking with a hair strand, they wouldn’t let him face rejection.
Soon, an impressive welcoming team appeared at Qingqiu Mountain, led by an Upper-Rank Demon Saint, equivalent to a Void True Immortal, accompanied by twelve Middle and Lower-Rank Demon Saints.
As for Celestial and Earth Demons, there were over a thousand, all bloodline and lineage descendants of the Qingqiu Race. These offspring were summoned just to witness the elegance of the young Venerable.
Demons excel in reproduction, lacking no numbers at the middle levels, even though their talents are generally average.
The Qingqiu Race’s upper combat power couldn’t match even one of the nine veins of Immortal Martial Mountain, but the middle and lower levels still held a great advantage. After all, Immortal Martial Mountain placed too much emphasis on elite education, resulting in too few disciples.
"The arrival of the Hongwu Taoist at our Qingqiu Mountain is a joyous event for our Qingqiu Race, making this remote place glorious as well."
Blue Moon Demon Saint came leading the group, a woman exuding a strong aura with the charm and allure of a woman.
Although this Blue Moon Demon Saint, appearing to be a mere eighteen, was already the grandmother of several thousand little foxes.
Wang Xuan was dressed in a black and gold robe, standing on a purple and gold lotus platform that flickered in and out of reality, carrying a black long sword on his back, his whole body radiating purple energy.
His Creation Magical Power transformed into dozens of divine beasts, including True Dragon, Divine Phoenix, Black Tortoise, White Tiger, Golden Crow... either hovering or crouching beside him.
Each divine beast seemed like a real living being, its gaze like lightning, inhaling and exhaling the essence of the world, auras instilling fear in even the Half-Step True Immortals.
Wang Xuan, possessing such divine and martial prowess, along with the name of Immortal Martial Mountain Taoist, made the fox spirits of the Qingqiu Race sway with admiration.
Though they’d already heard of the Immortal Martial Taoist’s elegance, seeing him in person, they finally understood what it meant that reputation falls short of reality.
The demeanor of the real person far exceeded the tales, tenfold!
Several Demon Saints who had seen Wang Xuan at the Realm Gate a few months before now marveled at how, in just a month or two, the Immortal Martial Taoist had already reached the peak of Celestial Immortal!
As for combat power, when he had beaten up the Celestial Martial True Immortal, they had already realized that this Taoist Prince could fully be regarded as a Grotto Void True Immortal.
"The Qingqiu Race is renowned, it is an honor for me to visit this treasured place."
Wang Xuan smiled slightly, evoking a tone of mutual friendship, prompting the countless little foxes to sway their tails, wishing they could transform and offer him a kiss of grace.
There were also the lesser-cultivated little foxes, looking about thirteen or fourteen, who couldn’t control their demonic power, unwittingly letting their little tails pop out, blushing with embarrassment.
"Visiting your esteemed land, I must also present a gift, as a greeting for these little ones."
Wang Xuan flipped his palm, revealing a lush green tree full of life force, which swayed and grew in the wind, reaching a height of one zhang in the blink of an eye.
The crystallization of the Path of Creation—the Tree of Life, swung in the wind, exuding a rich fragrance, the scent of life, causing beings to instinctively want to devour it upon smelling it.
Because this vitality was so beneficial to them, it effortlessly allowed their bloodlines to metamorphose, leaping to a higher level of life.
The Earth and Celestial Demons swayed with desire, if not for the Immortal Martial Taoist standing before them, they’d have been tempted to cling to the Tree of Life for dear life.
The little foxes yet to transform scratched their ears and cheeks, striving to restrain their inner yearning.
Even the Demon Saints couldn’t tear their eyes away, devouring this Tree of Life. A Lower-Rank Demon Saint could easily advance two or three small levels, quickly entering the Middle-Rank Realm. An Upper-Rank Demon Saint consuming it could make a minor breakthrough, saving years of cultivation.
This treasure tree was truly a great treasure!
Wang Xuan smiled slightly, flicked his finger, and the Tree of Life shed leaves after leaves, flying toward the little foxes yet to understand or transform.
Thousands of little foxes reached out their furry little paws to catch the leaves, watching as the Tree of Life’s leaves fused into their bodies and disappeared immediately.
In just a few breaths, these little foxes began losing their fur, each transforming into graceful maidens and charming youths.
The Qingqiu Race’s headache over transformation was so simply resolved by Wang Xuan, whose magical prowess was beyond words to describe his profound cultivation level.
