Yue Wen now felt like an office worker who had just returned from his annual leave, staring at a chaotic desk and an avalanche of messages, feeling a little dizzy.
First, he worked out why he had received so many texts and private messages-of course, it was all because of the "Yue Family Cultivation Office Challenge Qualifiers."
At the time, Yue Wen had only wanted an excuse to fob off those disciples from immortal sects and prominent families. And why not make some ticket money on the side?
But he had vastly underestimated the impact of the competition.
Carefree Media's earlier livestream and the Independent Cultivator Track's Points Tournament had both given Yue Wen some exposure, but neither had truly made him a sensation.
There were simply too many cultivators in the world. When ordinary people judged who was strong and who was weak, they looked at two things: cultivation realm and social circle.
Cultivation realm was simple, of course. First realm was weak; ninth realm was strong.
But who was stronger within the same realm? That depended on their social circle. Disciples of major immortal sects were better than disciples of minor immortal sects, who were better than independent cultivators. That pecking order had always clearly existed.
The livestream Yue Wen had participated in before had featured immortal sect disciples, but too few of them. Besides, they had competed in treasure hunting and fighting demon beasts, without any head-to-head confrontations.
Although he had dominated the independent cultivators' Points Tournament with an outrageously large lead, he had only reigned supreme among independent cultivators-the tallest of a bunch of short people.
At that point, a small portion of Jiangcheng City's residents had only thought of him as "Tough Guy Bro," a relatively outstanding independent cultivator. Most of the rest had no