Stronger from Earth

Chapter 232 - 231: The Wish to Become a God

Wang Xuan shook his head; this planet indeed lacked holiness, yet he was a true Immortal, and no thousands of soldiers or horses could harm him.

He opened his mouth and exhaled, and a fierce wind gusted forth, heading straight for these troops. As the fierce wind passed, it not only blew away their clothes but shattered their weapons into countless pieces.

Remarkably, the hundreds of soldiers remained unscathed, without any injuries or deaths, merely swept away several dozen meters by the wind, falling into the dust.

Such terrifying precise control demanded an unimaginable level of mental power.

However, the general holding his weapon had his hand reduced to bare bones, flesh completely gone, a sight both terrifying and horrifying.

This was majesty! This was intimidation!

Just a breath, merely a breath, carried such might – truly terrifying.

"Immortal—Immortal! Spare my life, Immortal!" General Zhou hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground, pleading for Wang Xuan’s forgiveness.

"Master is so strong! Far stronger than those martial arts experts!"

Zhang Han, standing by, had his mouth agape, unable to close it, astonished by his master’s formidable strength.

Martial arts at a profound realm could break stones and crack tablets, but compared to crushing hundreds of elite cavalry with a mere breath, it was utterly insignificant.

"Get lost! The power of mere mortals means nothing to me. The Emperor’s life span is nearing its end, and he’s ruined the realm. Even with such an attitude toward an Immortal like me, it seems the fate of Great Jin is doomed."

Wang Xuan snorted coldly, waved his hand to sweep up Zhang Han, and drifted away, retreating to Thunder Origin Mountain.

A group of bare-naked soldiers looked to their general, unsure of what to do. Ultimately, the deputy general gave the order to rush back to the Capital City to report.

He knew the Emperor’s original intent was to respectfully invite the Immortal Master to the Imperial Palace; welcoming the Immortal Master was their mission.

But now, everything was a complete mess.

"What a disaster, this is a real disaster!" Not only did they fail in their task, but they even offended the Immortal Master. Returning now, how could they possibly expect any rewards?

More than half an hour later, the Emperor learned of the situation and was indeed thunderous with rage, his entire obese body trembling with fury.

He had banked heavily on General Zhou in recent years, owing to the latter’s apparent respect, yet who would have thought he’d act so hypocritically now.

"Several ministers have quietly told me that you, with your loyal troops, have grown so arrogant you look down on everyone. This time, you even disregarded the Immortal! Truly, you reap what you sow!

Guards! Imprison him in the Celestial Prison, awaiting the Immortal’s judgment! If the Immortal ignores him, I shall strip him of his rank!"

General Zhou, with an arm reduced to bare bones, was pallid with pain lancing through his mind. Hearing the Emperor’s words made his blood rush, causing him to faint instantly.

His wealth and honor were gone!

"If only I hadn’t offended the Immortal, how wonderful it would be!" He regretted it immensely.

But alas, there was no medicine for regret in the world.

The Emperor was short of breath, having heard the Immortal’s declaration that his own life wasn’t long, and that the Great Jin’s dynasty luck would not last. His anxiety grew, prompting him to hurriedly depart the palace to Thunder Origin Mountain to plead for forgiveness.

An Immortal’s mere breath could stir such fierce winds, defeating hundreds of elite cavalry; such divine might, to kill an Emperor, would be all too easy!

With this realization, the Emperor dared not delay.

He traveled back and forth several times, and when the Great Jin Emperor finally arrived at Thunder Origin Mountain, night had fallen. Thousands of soldiers stopped a mile away, the Emperor himself reverently walking the final stretch.

At this time, atop Thunder Origin Mountain, a light akin to a small sun – a few thousand-watt bulb – shone brightly, illuminating the mountain.

Seeing the Great Jin Emperor had arrived, Wang Xuan, carrying Zhang Han, floated gracefully downwards, hovering three meters above the ground, coming to a stop before the Emperor.

"Are you the Great Jin Emperor?" Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow, this Emperor clearly living quite well, having eaten so well he weighed over two hundred pounds.

Such a body implied immense pressure on the internal organs. Coupled with indulgence in wine and women, which was as sharp as a scythe, this Emperor’s body was in worse shape than it appeared, gasping for breath after just a few steps.

The Great Jin Emperor bowed ninety degrees; he had intended to bow to the ground, but his belly was too large to go that far. Even bowing ninety degrees nearly caused him to fall, but fortunately, a guard behind him caught him in time.

"Greetings, Immortal Master. I am the Celestial Emperor of Great Jin. Knowing the Immortal Master’s arrival in the Capital City, I immediately sent someone to welcome you. Unexpectedly, that Zhou Meng was hypocritically disrespectful, indeed a sin.

He has been imprisoned, awaiting your judgement as an apology!

..."

Though the Emperor seemed unimpressive and was a chubby dragon, as a True Dragon Celestial Emperor, he knew how to retain power; otherwise, his throne wouldn’t have been so secure.

Yet, before Wang Xuan, his imperial might was fully restrained, even showing a hint of flattery, intentionally endearing himself to Wang Xuan.

A golden throne formed behind Wang Xuan, condensed by Golden Core Power, and a chair appeared in front, half a head lower, into which he dropped the Emperor.

"As an Emperor, ruling over tens of millions in Great Jin, you are indeed a person of great fortune. With your sincerity, I shall forgive your transgression."

Wang Xuan remained indifferent before the Emperor. On this planet, there was no threat to him; no matter how many troops there were, they couldn’t harm him. Such was the power of an Immortal.

The Emperor smiled, saying, "Such an apology is inadequate. I must create a statue and build a temple in your honor, widely proclaiming your Immortal name so that the people might revere and worship you."

He was astute, not immediately making requests but offering benefits instead, indicating his obedience and usefulness, which naturally meant the Immortal wouldn’t kill him.

"That is agreeable."

Wang Xuan lifted the Emperor, treading the void to ascend skyward, increasing the distance from the ground until the thousands of soldiers below were mere specks of light.

High above, the fierce wind was exhilarating, the stars shone brightly, and under the rotation of stars and shifts of constellations, it was awe-inspiring, making one feel utterly insignificant.

At this moment, the Great Jin Emperor’s Legs and Feet weakened; should he fall, he would surely become meat paste, a certain death!

"Your internal organs are failing; your essence and spirit are exhausted. I’m afraid you won’t live beyond five years. I can grant you robust health and restore you to the level of an ordinary soldier, along with Pills to extend your life. Do you consent?"

Wang Xuan subtly hinted and used Mental Power for hypnosis.

The Emperor, already yearning for such things, immediately replied, "Immortal Master, your immense mercy and virtue, how dare I, a mere mortal, not comply? Should you have any directives, I will surely execute them to the utmost."

"Good." Wang Xuan was pleased. A stream of Spiritual Qi was infused into the Emperor’s body, instantly revitalizing him, brimming with energy.

After offering a taste of benefits, Wang Xuan said, "I, the Immortal, wish to establish a faith among humanity, spreading belief, so the world might worship and revere me. This requires the aid of you, the earthly Emperor.

You need to, under the court’s name, widely proclaim me as the True God, establishing my faith as the state religion, and across the land erect temples and Divine Statues, gathering followers to worship me!

..."

The Emperor memorized Wang Xuan’s instructions firmly, so he immediately dissolved the Emperor’s body fat with Golden Core Power, quickly shedding one hundred pounds.

Then, he administered several minor Pills to enhance blood and Qi, prompting the Emperor to express profound gratitude.

The two descended from the sky, and after formally taking leave, the Emperor departed with his entourage. He had preparations to undertake.

Wang Xuan’s instructions must be fulfilled flawlessly; to secure the Immortal’s favor, improve his health, and extend his life, he must execute the task impeccably.

After the Emperor’s departure, Wang Xuan began instructing Zhang Han, guiding him onto the Path of Cultivation, needing disciples to manage and develop Incense Faith on this planet.

And Zhang Han was an excellent choice.

"This is the Guiding Skill created by me; the cultivation is relatively easy, suitable for you to lay the foundation, so I bestow it upon you," Wang Xuan said calmly.

He had created a form of Inner Strength, which could be cultivated up to the Innate Realm, and immediately imparted it to Zhang Han.

"Thank you, Master." Zhang Han knelt to express gratitude and immediately began comprehending and cultivating.