Immortal Master

Lan Yi was flying, or more accurately, floating.

The Cang Hua condensed into a ring, absorbing the magnetic energy of heaven and earth, rotating the Gang Sha, forming the energy storage structure of spirit stones in certain Artificial Divine Realms, using psionic energy for circulation, and creating a counteracting magnetic field to support his suspension. For a psionic cultivator with a rich reserve of Daoist Arts knowledge, this was nothing.

For the Nine Heavens Responding Primordial Treasury.

Magnetic control and rotational control were fundamental skills.

Only after mastering this fundamental skill to perfection could one cultivate the hundreds of subsequent divine Daoist Arts such as Sound-Shooting Thunder, Formless Gang Sha, Primal Magnetic Light Shield, and Resounding Thunder Transfer.

Lan Yi, floating directly, made no attempt to conceal himself. He openly displayed his presence to the entire Puhai City, wanting everyone to know he was here.

If he had just flown in the sky.

Perhaps some would still harbor doubts, wondering if foreigners had developed some strange, ingenious flying contraption.

But Lan Yi wasn't just flying in the sky; a wheel emitting dazzling electric light was suspended behind him! As he flew over, a few impudent foreign constables learned the hard way, ending up like roasted pigs, that the wheel behind him was no mere decoration!

Flying, controlling lightning, with a halo behind him.

In most myths and legends, this image depicted a deity!

One could only imagine the sensation Lan Yi caused as he flew over. The number of people bowing down was countless, and excited shouts of "Immortal!" "Thunder God!" "Immortal Envoy!" "Angel!" were incessant. Especially after his Daoist Arts lightning precisely struck down several foreign constables firing from the shadows, the shouts immediately turned from excitement to fervor.

The people's hearts could be used, their strength could be utilized.

The manpower and resources of this city of over a million people would soon obey one person's command with unprecedented efficiency and loyalty – Lan Yi's command.

Lan Yi did this intentionally.

Information dissemination in this era was too poor; the fastest was the telephone, and for long distances, it was the telegraph.

Destroying warships and killing foreigners would naturally have plenty of people to help spread the news, but it would be too slow and easily labeled as a delusion from a Boxer rebellion. To integrate the usable forces faster, Lan Yi had to constantly manifest himself, displaying power that surpassed the era.

Thankful for this turbulent and war-torn era.

There were plenty of stages for Lan Yi to display his Daoist Arts.

Before long, Lan Yi, floating unimpeded, saw his destination from afar: the International Journalists' Club. Who loved breaking news the most? Reporters, of course.

"What nonsense are you spouting! How can someone fly in the sky?" Nong Jinsun stood up and reprimanded.

Was this Lu Bing suffering from delirium?

As a disciple of Huo Yuanjia, if rumors of him being delirious spread at this time, it would be an unwelcome risk for Nong Jinsun and the organization behind him. The Jingwu Gymnastics Association might even suffer damage to its reputation.

That would have wasted their two years of planning.

"Mr. Nong, Master, I'm really not lying to you!"

"There really is someone, oh no, it's Grandpa Thunder God, Grandpa Thunder God flying in the sky! Grabbing lightning and striking people! And there's a very bright and round... ah...!"

"If you don't believe me, go out and see for yourselves!"

Lu Bing was not like his senior disciple Chen Zhen, who was learned and had studied abroad in Dongyang. He was just a rough and tough martial artist.

Faced with something that surpassed the era and his understanding, he became incoherent. Unable to explain clearly, he could only sigh heavily and stomp his foot, urging everyone to go out and see for themselves. As long as they saw it with their own eyes, they would know if he was talking nonsense.

The scene inside the club became a bit chaotic for a moment.

Many reporters were already eager to leave. If not for being invited and having some professional integrity, they would have already chased after the news hot spots.

Soon, a respected figure among them stood up.

"Alright, it's not good to all be here making a fuss. Let's all go out and see this Grandpa Thunder God."

Chen Qimei spoke loudly and was the first to walk towards the outside of the club.

Founding newspapers, establishing Western-style schools, practicing what he preached, Chen Qimei was a pioneer in putting theory into practice within the organization, alongside Nong Jinsun. Chen Qimei had studied abroad in Dongyang, successively learning about policing, law, and military science. He was knowledgeable, resolute, and naturally did not believe in the talk of ghosts and spirits in China.

Not only did he not believe, but he also found it quite distasteful.

Because the talk of ghosts and spirits was the foundation of cults and Boxer rebellions, and they should be eradicated.

If there were truly ghosts and spirits.

Would the land of China have degenerated to this heartbreaking state today?

Chen Qimei wanted to see if this Grandpa Thunder God could withstand a bullet.

Exiting, looking up.

"Huh... Ah?"

As soon as he stepped out of the club, Chen Qimei's hand trembled violently. About twenty meters in front of him, about ten meters above the green lawn of the International Journalists' Club, a figure with a halo of dazzling electric light behind him was suspended as naturally and relaxedly as a cloud.

What, what is this?

Let alone Dongyang, even those science fiction novels in the West didn't depict such a scene!

Could it be that there are really immortals in this world?!

Lan Yi, who had descended here, didn't care what the people below were thinking. With a wave of his hand, silver metal that shone with a bright luster flew out from the Cang Hua. The hard silver metal, like dough, transformed into lotus flowers as Lan Yi descended, appearing to support him step by step to the ground.

As soon as he landed, Lan Yi waved his hand again.

The lotuses instantly transformed into hiltless longswords, exactly twelve in number, slowly rotating around the halo behind his head.

The environment here is good.

It's also suitable for what Lan Yi is about to do.

The cameras in the reporters' hands were clicking so fast they were about to smoke! Whether this person was an immortal or an alien, he was definitely a lock for the next day's front-page headline. They wished they had a dozen more cameras and rolls of film to shoot! Shoot like their lives depended on it!!

"Master Huo, I have a great opportunity to bestow upon you."

His gaze swept over a group of familiar yet unfamiliar faces, finally settling on the person who had treated him best. Lan Yi's stern face softened slightly.

Huo Yuanjia was already at the front. Now that an immortal had singled him out for an opportunity, the intense gazes focused on him in that instant were enough to boil a pot of cold water.

Chen Qimei's heart pounded like thunder, and Nong Jinsun wore a worried expression.

"May I ask, honored Immortal Master, what is this opportunity?" Huo Yuanjia didn't understand why it was him, but facing power that was clearly not human, he still bravely took two steps forward and cupped his fists in inquiry.

"You are a martial artist, so the opportunity is naturally martial arts." Lan Yi's other objective was martial arts.

Upon hearing it was about martial arts, the expressions of the gathered crowd varied.

An immortal bestowing martial arts.

Decades ago, this would have been great. But nowadays, with guns and cannons rampant, if an immortal were to bestow martial arts, was he some old fossil from the deep mountains and old forests? Yet, judging by his attire and appearance, he didn't seem like one.

Facing the strange looks from the crowd.

Lan Yi wasted no words. He casually threw a punch into the empty space behind him.

RUMBLE!!!