Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 430 Telephone, Museum, Statue

For the Martial Saint, a few days is but a blink of an eye.

Deep within the Qingquan Chunhui Hall University, next to the original site of the villa that has become a sacred site, a new residence with a simple style, yet imbued with understated luxury and law-level protection measures, has been completed.

This residence, built by the Federation with the highest standards and using its strategic reserves in just two days, is both a sign of respect for the new saint and an implicit expectation that he will reside here permanently.

Inside his residence, Li Xijun leaned against a seemingly ordinary recliner made of ten-thousand-year-old warm jadeite by the window, playing with a spiritual fruit containing starlight in his hand, his gaze wandering as he looked at the familiar campus scenery outside the window.

Life after becoming a saint was somewhat different from what he had imagined, but it also had its own unique meaning.

The imagined immediate intervention in the interstellar game, in-depth discussions with the sages, and exploration of the universe's mysteries—did not happen immediately.

If I had to name the "serious business" I've been doing these past few days, it would probably be the regular meetings with Vice Principal Lisa and several of Qingquan University's top martial arts theory professors and soul research experts.

The question of how to steadily, effectively, and systematically integrate this knowledge into modern martial arts is now a matter for the Federation.

Apart from that, he has been quite "leisurely" these past few days, or even "busy with trivial matters".

His personal communication channels have been almost completely flooded with congratulatory messages and call requests in the past few days.

The communicator's unique soft glow almost never went out completely.

The callers came from diverse backgrounds, spanning different stages of his life:

During the time at Yan'an No. 7 Middle School, there were those classmates who are now scattered in various industries, and some of them have even become somewhat unfamiliar faces.

They mustered their courage to dial the number, their voices filled with excitement and trepidation, offering their most sincere blessings.

There are former student council seniors at Qingquan Chunhui Hall University, alumni with whom I attended large classes, and even a junior who I had met a few times in the library and mustered up the courage to introduce me.

They expressed their admiration and congratulations on behalf of different groups within the school or simply as individuals.

Even more so, teammates from the Global National Championship era:

Jiang Tu's loud voice conveyed a sense of pride and excitement even through the communicator;

Wei Ying's usually cold voice also carried a rare warmth. In addition to congratulating her, she also exchanged a few words about her martial arts insights.

During the Global National Tournament, I met Yae Hiiro, who lived far away in Sakurajima, and we spoke on the phone. The shrine maiden's voice was still gentle, but with a touch more solemnity. Besides personal congratulations, she also subtly conveyed the greetings and goodwill of Sakurajima and the forces behind them.

Li Xijun knew that while these contacts with old acquaintances were genuine, they were also inevitably mixed with the fervent expectations of his family, sect, and regional power. Maintaining even a trace of old friendship with a newly promoted Martial Saint, especially one so young, with unlimited potential, and who had just benefited the entire civilization, was an immeasurable political capital and a guarantee of security.

He was not naive.

On the contrary, precisely because he understands the key points and comprehends the pressure and expectations these old acquaintances may be under, he is even less likely to adopt a superior, aloof saintly demeanor.

That's not his nature, nor is it his way of dealing with the world.

Therefore, he would answer most of these communications unless they were purely utilitarian or offensive flattery.

We chatted for a bit about our recent lives and reminisced about the past, our tone as relaxed as ever.

A few words, brief and to the point, were enough. It preserved old friendships and gave the other party's backers a reassuring signal that "the emperor's favor is still with them," sparing old friends much trouble.

After hanging up the call, Li Xijun, experiencing this unexpected turn of events, shook his head slightly, a helpless yet knowing smile on his face. Power and status bring not only respect, but also these subtle interpersonal entanglements.

Before Li Xijun could finish her reflection, the communicator screen lit up again. This time, the displayed nickname made Li Xijun pause slightly, then a genuine smile appeared in her eyes—

Because it was Teacher Zhang Haifeng who came.

This was one of his martial arts mentors at Yan'an No. 7 Middle School. Although not the strongest, he was a good person and took good care of Li Xijun, who came from an ordinary family but showed a strong will. He not only patiently guided him on the basics of martial arts, but also used his authority to secure some basic subsidies and training room time for him when he lacked resources in the early days, and also gave him some financial support.

Li Xijun will always remember this act of kindness that came in her time of need.

Once the communication was connected, a familiar yet somewhat changed face appeared on the screen.

Teacher Zhang Haifeng seemed to be more prosperous than I remembered, with a rosy complexion, bright eyes, and a more relaxed and contented air about him, in addition to his usual kind demeanor.

Behind him appeared to be the principal's office, a spacious and bright space with lush green campus views visible through the windows.

"hope... Li Da... um..." Zhang Haifeng's voice was filled with obvious excitement and a hint of barely perceptible nervousness, as if he didn't know how to address him for a moment.

"Teacher Zhang, it's been a long time."

Li Xijun's smile was gentle and natural, her tone as that of a student seeking advice in the office years ago: "Just call me Xijun. In your presence, I will always be a student."

These words instantly eased the tension on Zhang Haifeng's face, and his eyes even reddened slightly. He nodded repeatedly, "Good, good—Xijun, I really didn't expect this, I really didn't expect this—" He was overwhelmed with emotion and was speechless for a moment.

"Teacher, Yan'an No. 7 Middle School has changed a lot, hasn't it? I see that office behind you is much more impressive than it used to be."

Mentioning this, Zhang Haifeng immediately perked up, his tone filled with pride: "The changes are more than just big! Xijun, you have no idea, ever since the news of your becoming a Martial Saint was confirmed, our Yan'an No. 7 Middle School, no, the entire education system of the province and the Federation have been in an uproar."

He adjusted the camera and switched to outdoor mode, and the image on the screen changed to the brand-new campus gate of Yan'an No. 7 Middle School.

The lintel is tall and made of a material with a star-like luster. The large characters "Yan'an No. 7 Senior High School" are vigorous and powerful, with a faint flow of energy.

In the center of the square at the school gate entrance, a statue several meters tall stands prominently!

The statue, sculpted from a dark gold alloy, is remarkably lifelike, depicting Li Xijun standing with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

The statue's face is calm and profound. Although it lacks brilliance, it possesses a captivating composure, as if it were one with the surrounding world.

A line of large characters is inscribed on the base of the statue:

Li Xijun, the eighth martial saint of the human race, is commemorated with a statue at his alma mater.

Below is a smaller print detailing his experience graduating from Yan'an No. 7 Middle School.

"This was designed and built by the Federal Art Bureau and the Saint Casting Division at top speed!"

Zhang Haifeng's voice was full of excitement, "They used top-notch materials, and it's said that they even incorporated a trace of the aura of law that remained when you ascended!"

Countless people now travel from all over the world every day just to take photos in front of the statue and feel the aura of the saint.

The camera then shifts to a spacious and bright corridor inside the teaching building.

Instead of the usual famous quotes or landscape paintings, the walls on both sides of the corridor now feature exquisite holographic portraits of Li Xijun at regular intervals.

There are photos of him wearing the uniform of Yan'an No. 7 Middle School, looking slightly immature; there are candid shots of him throwing a punch during a school competition.

There was even an enlarged photocopy of what appeared to be an old report card, with "Li Xijun's" name and outstanding achievements highlighted in red—resembling a special corridor showcasing "Li Xijun's Path to Success."

"And there's more!"

As if showing off a treasure, Zhang Haifeng then pointed the camera at an area behind the campus, separated by an exquisite fence and under intense construction. "Look over there! The Federation has decided to completely preserve and maintain your old campus, where you studied, and build a 'Martial Saint's Study Memorial Museum' next to it."

"Inside, your old school supplies, notes, academic records, and even the desk and chair you sat in have been disinfected, sealed, and protected. It's designed to become a martial arts and inspirational education base for teenagers across the entire planet, no, the entire Federation!"

Li Xijun, standing in front of the light screen, looked at the majestic statue, the portraits of herself hanging all over the corridor, and the old campus that was now fenced off. Her expression became somewhat subtle.

Am I pleased? A little. After all, it's where I grew up.

Is it awkward? Perhaps a little. Being "venerated" like this feels somewhat strange.

Feeling emotional? Absolutely. Time flies, and that boy who worked so hard in silence back then has now profoundly changed the fate of his alma mater and many other places in this way.

This made Li Xijun shake her head slightly and chuckle, "The teachers and the Federation—they're making a huge fuss. I'm starting to feel a little uncomfortable."

"Not at all!" Zhang Haifeng quickly replied, "This is all a spontaneous gesture from everyone, and it's a great honor for the school!"

"Our Yan'an No. 7 Middle School is now a key demonstration martial arts high school in the Federation. The level of resources allocated to it is unprecedented. All the teachers have been replaced with elite teachers at least at the Outer Realm, and several honorary principals at the Great Vajra Realm regularly give lectures. The student body is incredibly competitive; geniuses from all over the Federation are scrambling to get in!"

He paused, then said sincerely, "hope Jun, all of this is thanks to you."

Li Xijun suppressed the subtle hint of emotion and said earnestly, "Teacher Zhang, you flatter me. The school's success today is the result of the teachers' hard work over the years, and it also reflects the Federation's emphasis on education. I just happened to graduate from here."

He didn't want to dwell on the topic any longer, so he changed the subject and asked with concern, "Teacher, how have you been lately? You look great, and your cultivation has improved considerably."

He could sense that Zhang Haifeng's aura had already reached the late stage of the external realm, or even approached perfection. This progress was much faster than he had expected based on his aptitude back then.

Mentioning himself, Zhang Haifeng smiled somewhat shyly, but his eyes still revealed satisfaction: "I'm currently benefiting from your connections, enjoying the same treatment as the Director of Education at the Dongshan Provincial Martial Arts Department. My resources have never stopped; I've been practically 'fed' all sorts of pills and training rooms until I reached the later stages of the exterior scene."

"I know my own limitations. My talent is limited, and I never dared to dream of getting to this point."

His expression turned serious and resolute: "The former headmaster has been promoted to the Federal Education Headquarters for his achievement in nurturing a Martial Saint."

"The organization asked me if I was willing to take over as principal, and I thought about it for a long time. Although I could go to a higher position, I feel that my roots are in the school, and the happiest thing is watching the children grow up."

"Therefore, I chose to stay and become the principal. I hope that with the current favorable conditions, I can cultivate more promising talents for the Federation. I dare not say that another Martial Saint will emerge, but I will be satisfied as long as a few more talents who are useful to society are produced."

Upon hearing the teacher's words, Li Xijun's eyes revealed genuine appreciation and agreement.

Faced with enormous benefits and a rise in status, the ability to clearly understand oneself, stay true to one's principles, and return to the original aspirations of education is a rare and precious quality.

"Teacher, I completely agree with your choice," Li Xijun said. "Education is the foundation, and it is of great significance to stay in school and nurture the next generation. Your dedication is a blessing for the students."

Just then, Li Xijun saw through the light screen that outside Zhang Haifeng's office window, and seemingly in the distance of the corridor, many curious, excited, and admiring little heads were peeking out. They had obviously learned that the principal was talking to the legendary "Martial Saint" senior and couldn't help but come to watch.

Li Xijun's heart stirred. Facing the light screen, she spoke in a clear and gentle voice, yet loud enough for nearby teachers and students who were listening attentively to faintly hear: "Teacher Zhang, you are my mentor, and Yan'an No. 7 Middle School is my alma mater. In the future, if the school encounters any difficulties, or if you personally need any help from your students, please don't hesitate to contact me."

He spoke these words calmly, yet they carried immense weight.

Zhang Haifeng, on the other side of the screen, trembled upon hearing this. He could no longer contain his excitement; his eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion: "Good! Good! Xijun—thank you! Teacher—I am proud of you, and all the teachers and students of Yan'an No. 7 Middle School are proud of you!"

In the distance behind him, suppressed cheers and jubilant sounds could be faintly heard.

After hanging up the call, Zhang Haifeng stood by the office window, looking down at the majestic statue in the square below and at the vibrant life on campus, his chest held high.

He knew that Li Xijun's words were not only a promise to him personally, but also an invisible "protective umbrella" for the entire Yan'an No. 7 Middle School, one that no one dared to underestimate.

As the principal of this sacred alma mater, he will do his utmost to live up to this profound honor and expectation.

Inside the Qingquan Chunhui Hall, Li Xijun gently put down the communicator, looked out the window, and a rare smile appeared on her lips.

While Li Xijun was conducting various communications at home every day, at this moment, in a huge, futuristic sky fortress building above Blue Star, countless Vajra warriors and Vajra Realm experts were holding a meeting.

On the large screen in the conference room, the words "[Title Discussion Conference]" were displayed.