Seeing that Li Changâan seemed a bit hesitant.
The group first nodded in unison, then all shook their heads. Fearing Li Changâan would misunderstand, they rushed to say, "This is great, really!"
They had gone to great lengths, traveling a thousand miles to curry favor with Li Changâan.
Of course, their visit wasnât entirely without purpose.
The "Martial Arts God" title was a considerable piece of flattery. After all, with power like Li Changâanâs, he could seize any priceless treasure he desired.
After much consideration, they realized the most valuable gift they could offer was fame, both in this life and for posterity.
Evidently, the gift was perfectly to his liking.
Li Changâan smiled and nodded. "Since youâve all been so kind, it would be rude of me to refuse."
There was no reason to turn down a title offered to him on a silver platter.
Seeing him in a good mood, the groupâs spirits lifted. They began to probe, "Prince, we heard you sent many of your direct disciples to the Demon Sect to explain and demonstrate the *Martial Scripture*. The Demon Sectâs cultivation speed has skyrocketed lately, and we Jianghu people are practically dying of envy..."
At this, everyone held their breath and cautiously asked, "Prince, you are the great teacher of the Li Yang Martial World and the Martial Arts God in our hearts. Do you think you could also send some disciples to our sects to lecture and teach? We wonât make things difficult for youâwe can pay to hire them!"
Hearing this, Li Changâan finally understood what this group was after.
The emergence of the *Martial Scripture* had completely revolutionized the entire Li Yang Martial World in recent years.
The direct consequence was that almost ninety-nine percent of all Jianghu Martial Artists had abandoned their traditional Martial Dao cultivation methods, switching to the one Li Changâan had created and popularized.
After this monumental shift.
The once-stagnant Jianghu burst forth with new, brilliant vitality.
Under these circumstances, Li Changâanâs status in the Jianghu, as the creator of the *Martial Scripture*, naturally skyrocketed. Although the "Martial Arts God" title smacked of flattery, it aptly reflected the incredibly high standing Li Changâan now enjoyed in the Jianghu.
A month ago, Li Changâan had sent a group of disciples to the Demon Sect to help cultivate their talent.
The matter caught the attention of numerous Martial Artists and Sects throughout the Jianghu. Once they discovered that these lessons could genuinely raise their disciplesâ cultivation levels, they set their sights on those teachers.
For this purpose, they had even traveled a thousand miles to Kyoto and put on this little show.
The enthusiasm of the Jianghu Martial Artists exceeded Li Changâanâs expectations.
Adhering to the principle, âAnyone who wants to improve is a friend in my book,â Li Changâan naturally didnât refuse. He nodded at once. "Alright. Go register your names after the banquet. I have disciples to spare. Itâll be a good stage for them to prove themselves!"
He wasnât exaggerating. Ever since taking control of the Li Yang Imperial Court and eliminating the Three Great Sects, he had spent his daysâaside from his own cultivationâlecturing in the Capital City. The number of his disciples had long since become innumerable.
Hearing Li Changâan agree, all the Jianghu Martial Artists present couldnât help but let their joy show on their faces.
The tides of the Jianghu were changing far too quickly these days.
If they couldnât latch onto Li Changâan, even a Major Sect could be swept away by the changing times at any moment!
Li Changâanâs smile was serene as he looked at the crowd and continued, "However, I must warn you all about one thing. Twenty years from now, a terrifying calamity will befall this world. When that time comes, Iâll need everyone to work together to overcome the crisis. If anyone refuses to follow orders then, donât blame me for being ruthless!"
His words sent a jolt of shock through the hearts of everyone present.
They didnât know what this so-called âterrifying calamityâ was, but an enemy that Li Changâan treated with such gravity had to be immensely powerful, far beyond anything an ordinary person could contend with.
A seed of doubt was planted in their hearts; they felt like backing out.
But no one dared to ask more at this moment, so they could only nod in succession.
...
The moment everyone nodded.
A new message flashed across Li Changâanâs vision.
[Ding! You have succeeded in Defying Fate!]
[At age eighteen, you traveled to the great northwestern mountains, found traces of Cultivators, and obtained a fragmented Martial Arts Technique from the World-Devouring Whale, which you used to create the *Martial Scripture*!]
[Rebirth Rating has increased. You have gained an additional 30,000 Rebirth Points!]
[At age twenty, you conquered Empress Liyang, eliminated the Three Great Sects, and became the Martial Arts God, revered by countless people in the Jianghu!]
[Rebirth Rating has increased. You have gained an additional 50,000 Rebirth Points!]
Li Changâan was quite satisfied as he read the messages in his vision.
In the twenty years he had been in this world, he had farmed nearly every achievement possible. All that remained was to frantically train experts and await the arrival of the Cultivators.
At the age of twenty-one, the Empress, Su Ying, bore Li Changâan a healthy baby boy.
Li Changâan named the boy Li Hongying, and his arrival brought some much-needed joy to an otherwise tedious life of cultivation.
The martial strength of the Li Yang Martial World was rising at a dizzying pace.
By this point, Martial Artists at the level of Martial Arts Mythology were already commonplace. It was foreseeable that these Martial Artists would grow even more powerful, yet Li Changâan couldnât feel happy.
Because Leng Yanran had come looking for him.
She hadnât come alone. She also brought news on a matter that had long concerned Li Changâan.
âthe true origin of the Cultivators.
After all, the Cultivators came to the Li Yang Continent periodically.