The next morning, Xuan Mo began accepting disciples far and wide, teaching the Taiji cultivation method he had researched himself. There were quite a few people coming to learn martial arts—mostly elderly members of wealthy families, all hoping to achieve longevity by studying under him. This had to be credited to Old Wang's excellent advertising.
It turned out that Mr. Wang had called all his good friends that very night, telling them that Young Hero Xuan Mo could teach them the art of immortality.
As a result, a whole crowd of business tycoons came rushing over. For example, Mr. Li, the real estate magnate, thought, I heard yesterday that the tuition was expensive. Well, paying a lot just to learn how to fight wouldn't be worth it. But if it can grant immortality... Expensive? Is that even a problem?
This was an art that granted immortality and supreme abilities like flying through the sky and burrowing through the earth. Don't try to stop me. Damn it, it's just money... A group of tycoons swarmed over with countless bank cards in their hands...
That very day, Xuan Mo casually taught them a few secret techniques. That evening, a weasel spirit appeared and looked at Xuan Mo. "Young man, take a look at me. Do I look like a human or a god?"
Xuan Mo chuckled. "Are you asking for a title? Fine, let me see how much karma you can bear. You look like Haotian, the Supreme Sovereign of the Golden Palace, the Natural Marvelous Being, the True Jade Emperor God of the Mysterious Firmament."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderbolt crashed down in front of the weasel spirit. His face darkened with fury. "You dare harm me, boy? Just you wait! The Chuma Lineage won't let this go!