In Order to Live as an Immortal, I changed a martial artist world to a xianxia world

Chapter 40: Great Gains! Zhang Sanfeng’s Intentions

“Congratulations, host! By altering Zhang Cuishan’s fate, you’ve earned +5000 Creation Power!”

“Congratulations, host! By altering Yin Susu’s fate, you’ve earned +4800 Creation Power!”

“Congratulations, host! By altering Zhang Wuji’s fate, you’ve earned +3000 Creation Power!”

“Congratulations, host! By altering Miejue’s perception, you’ve earned +400 Creation Power!”

“Congratulations, host! By altering Kongwen’s perception, you’ve earned +500 Creation Power!”

“Congratulations, host! By altering Yu Daiyan’s fate, you’ve earned +1500 Creation Power!”

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Bai Chen sat in his residence, a faint, satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Since the events at Mount Wudang, the system’s notifications had echoed non-stop in his mind.

“It was worth it,” Bai Chen mused. “Zhang Sanfeng’s appearance caused such an uproar! In mere moments, I’ve gained over fifty thousand Creation Power!”

“The Zhang family alone—Cuishan, Susu, and Wuji—accounted for over ten thousand points!”

His lips curled into a broader smile as he leaned back in satisfaction. Indeed, the decision to have Zhang Sanfeng cultivate and dramatically reappear during his birthday celebration had proven a masterstroke.

Yes, Zhang Sanfeng’s sudden emergence wasn’t a coincidence—it was orchestrated by Bai Chen himself.

Had Zhang Sanfeng, who had already reached the mid-stage of Refining Qi into Spirit (Liàn Qì Huà Shén, 练气化神), been aware of Wudang’s plight earlier, Pu Zhi, even as a late-stage Earthly Immortal (Lùdì Shénxiān, 陆地神仙), would never have injured Song Yuanqiao and his peers.

The delay was deliberate. Bai Chen had allowed Pu Zhi to flaunt his strength before the gathered martial artists, ensuring Zhang Sanfeng’s eventual intervention would vividly illustrate the stark power of immortality.

The results had exceeded expectations. The martial artists on Wudang Mountain were now consumed with yearning for the immortal path.

“But this is only the beginning,” Bai Chen muttered, his grin deepening.

“When these martial artists descend from the mountain, the real harvest begins!”

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The rumours of Ying Zheng’s immortality had long spread across the Five Great Dynasties (Wǔ Dà Huángcháo, 五大皇朝). However, despite his dramatic victory over Donghuang Taiyi (Dōnghuáng Tàiyī, 东皇太一), scepticism lingered.

Now, Zhang Sanfeng’s transformation—his return to youthful vitality and his overwhelming power—would shatter those doubts.

Two confirmed cases of immortal ascension were far more persuasive than one.

Moreover, those who already believed in immortality would only grow more fervent, striving desperately for their chance at the immortal path. Their aspirations would continue to generate immense amounts of Creation Power for Bai Chen.

“System!” Bai Chen called out, his tone decisive. “From now on, disable all notifications related to Creation Power gains. Only display my total balance.”

Though the constant chime of notifications was a sweet reminder of his success, the sheer volume had grown distracting.

“Understood,” the system replied.

Instantly, the incessant notifications ceased, leaving Bai Chen’s mind blissfully quiet.

With a thought, Bai Chen summoned a translucent screen before him.

“Over 160,000...”

Displayed prominently was his current Creation Power balance: 162,436 points—and climbing with every passing second.

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As the feast concluded, martial artists began bidding their farewells, descending the mountain in droves. The once-lively plaza was now scattered with Wudang disciples, tidying up the remnants of the celebration.

“Master,” Song Yuanqiao approached Zhang Sanfeng with a respectful bow, “Should we simply let them leave?”

His query caught the attention of Zhang Cuishan and the other disciples.

They weren’t oblivious. With the departing martial artists, the news of Zhang Sanfeng’s ascension and the power of immortality would soon spread far and wide, reaching not only the Jianghu but the courts of the Five Great Dynasties.

What would come next?

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“The banquet has ended,” Zhang Sanfeng replied with a serene smile. “Should I keep them here indefinitely?”

“But, Master...” Song Yuanqiao began again, worry etched on his face.

“I understand your concerns,” Zhang Sanfeng interrupted gently. “Rest assured, Wudang will be fine.” @@novelbin@@

Fixing his disciples with a calm yet firm gaze, he continued, “Remember this: in all circumstances, strength is the ultimate currency.”

“My attainment of the immortal path already speaks volumes. Even if greed tempts them, do you think they would dare challenge me?”

“They may covet what we possess, but they would only invite their own destruction by acting on such desires.”

“Our true concern lies not with these martial artists but with the Five Dynasties. Unlike the scattered factions of Jianghu, the power of the courts is vast and centralized.”

“But did you think I revealed the secrets of immortality without reason?” Zhang Sanfeng’s tone turned serious.

“I spoke openly not just to awe Jianghu but to send a message to the courts: I have transcended the Earthly Immortal realm. If they think taking the immortal inheritance from me will be easy, they are gravely mistaken.”

The disciples exchanged glances, realisation dawning in their eyes.

“As expected, Master had already accounted for everything,” Song Yuanqiao said with a smile, bowing deeply.

“Indeed,” Zhang Sanfeng replied. “As for Wudang’s safety, leave that to me. However, I have one task for you, Yuanqiao.”

“Yes, Master!”

“Watch over Pu Zhi,” Zhang Sanfeng instructed, his expression sharpening. “He is to sweep Wudang Mountain for ten years—no less. Should he falter or try to escape, deal with him appropriately. Wudang’s reputation must remain untarnished.”

“Yes, Master!” Song Yuanqiao responded with unwavering resolve.