Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 444 Raise it high
Only then did the Immortal Lord of Hanyang understand.

Why has the Purple Sun Immortal Realm been able to develop so rapidly?

Putting aside strength.

The civilization of the Spirit Continent has long surpassed that of the Immortal Realm.

At least.

He had never seen immortals and demons get along so harmoniously in the immortal realm.

Not to mention that the people appearing on the streets are not only native residents of the Spirit Qi Continent.

Those strangely shaped creatures.

If he wasn't mistaken, it should belong to a lower plane of the Western God Realm.

These are beings from a different plane of existence, yet they get along with each other without any sense of incongruity.

Sudden.

The Immortal Lord of Hanyang noticed someone on the street suddenly stop in their tracks, staring intently at his location, then pointing at him and letting out a strange cry:
"Come and see!"

All the creatures around, whether human or not, were stunned for a moment, then rubbed their eyes in disbelief before rushing frantically toward them.

Ok?
Hanyang Immortal Lord's heart skipped a beat. Had his identity as an Immortal Lord been discovered so quickly?!

"Hiss, I was careless. I should have changed my appearance beforehand. But since we've already been discovered, let's take a few photos with them and fulfill their little wish to get close to the Immortal Lord."

Think of this.

Hanyang Immortal smiled slightly, straightened his clothes, and prepared to greet his fans.

But one figure after another rushed past him without stopping for a moment.

"Eh?"

The smile on Hanyang Immortal Lord's face froze:
"Weren't they here for us? Why do we feel like we're being ignored?"

Not only was he ignored, but some people also impatiently pushed him aside, finding him in the way.

"Make way! Make way! Get out of my way, you inconsiderate person!"

"You didn't come here to see me?"

The bearded monk didn't even raise his head:
"Who do you think you are, that I have to come looking for you?"

"I am a Celestial Lord, the Celestial Lord of Hanyang! Don't you recognize me?"

"Let, let, let, let!"

A cultivator forcefully pushed aside Hanyang Immortal Lord:

"What Immortal Lords or Eight Lords? I've never heard of them. Get out of my way, all you male cultivators in front, make way for me! Otherwise, you'll be in for a bad time when I report you for harassing me."

The originally crowded queue suddenly became chaotic, and people immediately made way for them.

"Heh, so what if you can report someone?"

Just then, an old man aggressively cut in line:
"Report me? Go ahead and report me. If there are any problems later, just talk to my ***."

? ? ? ? ?

It's actually ***?

This is something even more powerful than being reported!

The crowd couldn't help but stir again.

Even the cultivator from before had to give up his good spot with a helpless expression.

Seeing the fearful looks in the eyes of the people around him.

Hanyang Immortal Lord couldn't help but inquire about the origins of this '***'.

"So, you don't even understand this?"

The bearded man, looking quite moved, explained to Immortal Lord Ziyang:

"Only those who are completely free of *, *, *, *, *, *, and have no **** can apply for this certificate. Their lives are supported by the Wan San Group, and they are subject to **, **, **, **, **, abbreviated as ***."

"what?"

Hanyang Immortal was stunned after hearing this.

This is completely different from what I imagined!

At first, he thought that the '*** certificate' was either from a prestigious family, a family with a long lineage, or an identity document from one of the nine holy lands.

So you're telling me this is proof of being extremely poor and destitute?
"hehe."

The bearded man sneered:
"What's so great about prestigious families and holy lands? They hold high positions and cherish their reputations. How could they possibly do something so unbecoming of their status?"

"But *** are different. They have nothing left to lose, so they are completely barefoot and do things without any scruples."

"I see."

The Immortal Lord of Hanyang nodded in deep agreement.

He actually forgot.

The Spirit Continent is a civilized plane where strength doesn't determine superiority; in fights, both sides are punished severely.

And the existence of "***".

In the celestial realm, he would be a Golden Immortal who wields an imperial weapon but has a short lifespan.

Even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal wouldn't dare to provoke such a Golden Immortal so easily.

It's not that I'm afraid of him.

But it would be too disgusting if they started fighting, after all, which of the Great Immortals doesn't have a large family and business?

If someone wields an ultimate imperial weapon and specifically targets your business or attacks your descendants, there's nothing you can do.

Just when Hanyang Immortal Lord thought that the old man had gained the upper hand.

Several arrogant and unreasonable curses came from behind the crowd:
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!!!"

The crowd dispersed once more.

A monk carrying an egg basket was seen stomping his feet and clapping his hands.

He kept repeating "retreat, retreat, retreat" under his breath.

"Move! Move! Move! Have you no shame?! Do you know how hard it is for me at my age? Hurry up and give me a good seat in the front row!"

Is he a rogue cultivator?!

Everyone's eyes narrowed again.

Then they squeezed out another spot for the elderly woman.

"Who is this again?"

Hanyang Immortal looked at the bearded cultivator with an inquiring gaze.

"This is a rogue cultivator who loves to disregard the laws of the Immortal Abode."

"Ignoring the Immortal Abode??"

"Well, that depends on the situation,"

"Oh, so you mean, right?"

"Correct."

So this is what kind of person is standing before me...?
Hanyang Immortal nodded in understanding, now that he knew what was going on.

"Tsk~"

at this time.

A playful voice came from behind again:
"Grandpa? Grandma? That's amazing. Then you can go and talk to my ********."

As the words fell.

A monk picked his nose and squeezed to the front.

The old woman glared at the man, but didn't say anything more.

She even stepped back a little, somewhat annoyed, giving him the best spot.

"Uh, fellow Daoist, what's going on?"

Before Hanyang Immortal Lord could finish speaking, the bearded cultivator explained to him on his own initiative:
“*** cultivators, that is, cultivators under *** years old, are not mentally mature and generally do not need to be judged by the Immortal Mansion.”

hiss.
That one seems really awesome!
In this world where strength doesn't determine superiority, the Purple Sun Immortal Mansion is undoubtedly the most authoritative place.

And this cultivator is actually free from control?
Doesn't that mean we've entered a "cannot be selected" state?

But then again.

What are these people trying to do by crowding in here?

He was about to ask the bearded man next to him a question.

But then he saw that the entire crowd, including the bearded man, surrounded Jiang Chen with extremely frenzied expressions.

Only then did the Immortal Lord of Hanyang belatedly realize what was happening.

There was just too much crowd. It separated him and Jiang Chen, and Jiang Chen just happened to be swept into the center of the crowd.

All I saw were these people.

Whether it's the elderly, children, fairies, or bearded men.

At this moment, everyone raised their hands high, shouting and jumping, and many even burst into tears of excitement:

"President! That's great, it's the president!"

"Waaaaah, I finally saw the real CEO! I'm going to add the 'Seen the CEO Version' suffix to my Douyin ID right now!"

Some people shouted until they were hoarse.

Someone knelt down and kissed the ground where Jiang Chen had stepped.

Some people were so excited that they fainted.

How powerful is the divine sense of the immortal lord?
Many people's souls trembled with excitement!

She was genuinely dizzy, not faking it!
How pleased Jiang Chen must have felt at this moment, receiving such compliments!

The Immortal Lord of Hanyang saw it all and was filled with longing.

If you put yourself in Jiang Chen's shoes at this moment, you wouldn't know how happy he must feel.

At least when he travels as a celestial lord.

No one would faint from excitement just by seeing themselves.

How exactly did Jiang Chen manage to do that?
Immortal Lord Hanyang couldn't help but start thinking.

Is it about status?

His status as a Celestial Lord clearly far surpasses that of a CEO, right?
Moreover, the Immortal Lord travels only once every 100,000 or even hundreds of thousands of years, and many immortals regard him as a legendary figure.

Jiang Chen also frequently posts videos on Douyin (TikTok), making him very approachable. Everyone knows what he looks like.

In terms of sophistication.

His prestige in the Immortal Realm should far surpass that in the Spirit Qi Continent.

"The Immortal Lord of Hanyang?"

After calming the excited crowd, Jiang Chen walked over with a smile.

Hanyang Immortal Lord slowly came to his senses and looked at Jiang Chen:
"Before that, I'd like to ask, why do you have such a high reputation in this world? The cultivators here hold you in such fervent reverence."

Jiang Chen chuckled lightly, but did not answer Hanyang Immortal Lord's question. Instead, he said:
"Immortal Lord, do you think they respect me because of my high cultivation level and strong strength?"

"no."

"So my identity is due to my great strength?"

Immortal Lord Hanyang was about to nod, but then he froze:

"Is not it?"

"You think so? Then let me ask you, am I really that strong?"

The Immortal Lord of Hanyang fell silent.

Jiang Chen is merely a mortal immortal.

Moreover, this level was reached only after the Spirit Continent connected with the Immortal Realm.

Before this, it was the peak of Mahayana Buddhism.

While this level of skill is not exactly rare on the Spirit Qi Continent, many holy lands and powerful clans possess some of it.

"Why is that? What methods did you use to earn their respect?"

Jiang Chen shook his head and replied in a matter-of-fact tone:

"If you harass a cultivator, the cultivator will naturally harass you in return."

"Uh, what does the president mean by that?"

"Look up first."

look up?

Hanyang Immortal looked up in confusion and saw clearly.

Skyscrapers?

Flying cars everywhere?

Shops packed with people?

A steady stream of delivery drivers riding scooters?
Seeing Hanyang Immortal Lord's lack of understanding, Jiang Chen knew that this native was unaware of his influence, so he spoke up:

Everything you see is mine.

"All the prosperity of this city stems from my planning and creation."

"From infrastructure to people's livelihood, from employment opportunities to cultural entertainment, from clothing, food, housing, and transportation to eating, drinking, and having fun, every aspect embodies my ideas and wisdom."

"As the creator of order, I have endowed this continent with vibrant life and a future."

"And this identity of creator is far more worthy of respect than that of destroyer."

oh.
The Immortal Lord of Hanyang nodded as if he understood, but said uncertainly:

"They fear you, therefore they respect you!"

"Your idea is terrible."

Jiang Chen corrected Hanyang Immortal Lord's erroneous thinking:

"What people revere is never ** itself, but the ability to create value."

“I shaped this city like a gardener cultivating a garden, sowing seeds (infrastructure), pruning branches (optimizing rules), and ultimately enabling every flower (resident) to grow towards the sun.”

"It only takes one night to destroy a garden, but the cultivator who makes a hundred flowers bloom deserves true respect."

!!!

understood!

Creation is far more precious and more respected than destruction!
Until this moment.

Hanyang Immortal Lord finally understood the truth that Jiang Chen wanted to tell him!

That's right.

Everything that comes with having a big fist, including status and position, is essentially due to having a big fist.

Although Jiang Chen's fist was not large.

But he truly brought good days to the cultivators of the Spirit Continent.

This freed them from the cruel law of the jungle, making the world no longer a place where the strong prey on the weak.

He brought civilization and prosperity to the Spirit Continent.

The jobs that every cultivator relies on for their livelihood are mostly provided by Wan San Group or by sect enterprises that cooperate with Wan San Group.

Every monk just needs to work hard and be diligent in their duties.

Although it is unlikely that one will become extremely wealthy.

But having enough to eat and wear is not a problem at all.

And you no longer have to worry about your life being threatened.

They probably don't earn many spirit stones.

But in terms of basic conditions.

What they saw

Even an ordinary factory worker is no different from the holy sons of the nine holy lands.

You still have to queue for food, and you still get punished for making mistakes.
Simultaneously.

In the Spirit Continent, every cultivator can equally enjoy the benefits brought about by the development of the times and technology.

Mobile phones, computers, and other emerging products, as well as milk tea, barbecue, and other delicacies, are no longer exclusive to the elite.

A working person can just grit their teeth and persevere.

Eating out several times a month is no problem at all.

Jiang Chen's image became incredibly lofty in the eyes of the Immortal Lord of Hanyang.

He was deeply impressed by the president's selfless philosophy.

What immortal emperors and god-kings?
This sentence was firmly remembered by the Immortal Lord of Hanyang.

He too must become a pioneer and leader of the times!
Once this idea takes root, it spreads like wildfire and can no longer be suppressed.

This is a dream that exists in every man's heart.

Immortal Lord Hanyang could no longer sit still. He wanted to return to Immortal Lord Hanyang now and gather the Great Luo Golden Immortals to find a way to learn everything about the Spirit Qi Continent.

(End of this chapter)