Stronger from Earth-Chapter 122: Immortal Martial Mountain

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Every day, Wang Xuan was either honing his physique and practicing Martial Arts, or going out on dates with Lin Cheng, eating together and watching movies.

He wasn’t in a hurry to advance in cultivation, because the inheritance of the Immortal Martial Mountain had yet to be obtained. Once he became a True Disciple, he would receive a Superior Technique.

That would be the Core Technique he needed to study.

After surpassing the Body Refining Realm, before reaching the Innate Realm, one must choose their path, with different focuses leading to different cultivation directions.

This decision requires more caution than picking a major for the college entrance exam; he must be careful. Although it can be changed before the Earth Immortal stage, changing direction requires significant effort, akin to starting anew.

Moreover, with cultivation advancing too quickly, he needed to stop for a bit and master these powers to unleash greater combat power.

While meditating and refining Qi in the Martial Arts Hall, Wang Xuan finally met He the Sixth, who was followed by Lin Xiyue, Chen Qingniu, and Zhou Wu.

"Elder He." Wang Xuan greeted respectfully.

He the Sixth nodded: "Today, follow me back to Immortal Martial Mountain."

With a wave of his sleeve, the power of Immortal Source enveloped everyone, and the surrounding space began to twist, turning into a blur.

When Wang Xuan could see the surroundings clearly, he found that this was no longer the Immortal Martial Combat Hall, but a mountain peak whose base was nowhere to be seen, with rich Spiritual Qi permeating the air, making one feel light and agile with each breath.

"Is this, Immortal Martial Mountain?" Wang Xuan saw an endless sea of clouds; the mountain was so high that the scenery was shrouded in mist.

Zhou Wu said, "This is within the sphere of influence of Immortal Martial Mountain. The Immortal Martial Mountain is a single peak, the place where our ancestor, the Martial Immortal, resides, and the founding site of our sect.

With disciples branching out, nine peaks have emerged around the Immortal Martial Mountain, forming a protective formation like that of dragons encircling.

This mountain is called Hefang Mountain, guarding the fifth of the Nine Veins, belonging to the master."

"Once you establish your status, you can also own your own peak, gaining control over everything on the mountain." He the Sixth pointed, and as the sea of clouds parted, a mountain peak appeared, revealing the waving bamboo sea.

Wang Xuan nodded, now understanding the basic layout of Immortal Martial Mountain. The direct disciples of the Martial Immortal are the first generation, numbering nine and forming the Nine Veins.

The fifth direct disciple is the master of He Fang, who will be Wang Xuan’s future master. He Fang is ranked sixth, and as for Wang Xuan, he will become He Fang’s seventh disciple.

By this count, He Fang’s peers number in the dozens, if not seventy or eighty. As for Wang Xuan’s peers, the third generation disciples likely number four to five hundred.

"Fifth disciple, arrange it. You know the process well, Qingniu you can take Wang Xuan for a look around the mountain."

After He the Sixth spoke, his figure disappeared, as he still had many things to handle for the disciple initiation ceremony.

"When Qingniu and I joined, it was Third Senior Brother who handled things. Now it’s my turn to handle things for our young junior." Zhou Wu smiled and then floated away.

Wang Xuan watched Chen Qingniu gaze at the disappearing Lin Xiyue. It seemed like he hadn’t heard the master’s words at all.

With a cough, Wang Xuan tugged on Chen Qingniu’s sleeve: "Stop staring, the senior sister has already floated away."

"Alas, it will be hard to see senior sister in the future." Chen Qingniu sighed, having heard that the senior sister hardly leaves her peak, sometimes staying there for years.

Chen Qingniu, knowing more about the structure of Hefang Mountain than Wang Xuan, then took him around casually.

"Immortal Martial Mountain stands at a thousand zhang high and has never changed since its founding. The Nine Veins originally had peaks of seven to eight hundred zhang. As the first-generation disciples’ cultivation levels grew, the peaks constantly rose, now reaching over nine hundred zhang.

Our current location, Hefang Mountain, is just over eight hundred zhang high. If one day the master’s cultivation breaks through to the Void Realm, it will reach nine hundred zhang."

Among the second-generation disciples, He the Sixth can definitely be ranked in the top five, owing to his cultivation level of the Super Star Position, capable of fighting across realms.

"That tall? No wonder it’s so cold at the top; all we can see below is the sea of clouds." Wang Xuan said, "Then the peaks of First, Second, and Third Senior Brothers are seven hundred zhang, six hundred zhang, and five hundred zhang, right?"

"Yes, these three senior brothers already have very high cultivation levels. Fourth Senior Sister’s peak is over there, and it’s also close to five hundred zhang high." Chen Qingniu said.

True Immortal Realm ranges from seven hundred to nine hundred zhang, while Celestial Immortal Realm ranges from four hundred to six hundred zhang.

"What about your peak?" Wang Xuan couldn’t help but ask.

Chen Qingniu’s face stiffened, seemingly touched on a sore spot, and replied unhappily, "Just a hundred zhang."

This height, among the mountains of Immortal Martial, is really low, even embarrassing to speak of.

"That low? Then there’s no scenery to see," Wang Xuan said.

"Don’t mock me above your station, your own peak isn’t even a hundred zhang high, only ninety-nine zhang." Chen Qingniu derided.

All True Disciples who haven’t reached the Earth Immortal Realm have peaks of this height, based on the number nine.

"Only one zhang taller, yet you seem quite pleased. Don’t look down on others with both nostrils, huh," Wang Xuan said.

"Under a hundred zhang, all are mortals!" Chen Qingniu huffed.

Yet after only a few seconds of acting aloof, he couldn’t keep it up: "Alright, no more joking around. Let me show you around Hefang Mountain. Although it’s just one mountain, it’s very large, with some areas even having Spatial Arrays.

There are divisions for different areas, and some places shouldn’t be ventured into heedlessly, or you’ll have bad luck. I’ll tell you more."

Chen Qingniu’s relationship with Wang Xuan was already quite good, and as the sixth and seventh disciples, even more so, allowing them to joke freely.

"Then let’s go; I’ll be living here from now on, it’s quite exciting." Wang Xuan stretched lazily.

The endless seas of clouds, towering mountains, with immortals who can move mountains and seas living there—such people are called immortals.

"I want to become an immortal! A very high and mighty immortal!" Wang Xuan shouted loudly, his voice carried away by the sea of clouds.

And then came a hearty laugh, for at that moment, he was full of unbridled exultation.