Three Hundred Years of Cultivating the Dao in the Mortal World

He has cultivated for a mere three hundred years, yet his legends have spread throughout the mortal realm.

Old Xu: “I always thought my son was illiterate, and I lectured him about it time and again. It wasn’t until he proved the Dao through poetry and won the Sword Saint’s favor that I realized my son had the makings of a Poetry Sage. How am I supposed to face this as his father?”

Emperor Minglong: “I always thought Minister Xu was here to assist me. I never expected he’d want to take my throne!”

Kong Yanzhi: “When I first met Xu Lang, he was a nobody. Even dogs ignored him. How did he become so domineering after just two years apart? I like it!”

Demon Lord: “When did such a young prodigy appear among the human race? Could Heaven be trying to destroy my demon clan?”

Xu Xingmu: “Everyone, three hundred years is too long. I’ll seize the day! I cultivate in the morning and prove the Dao by evening, invincible every single day!”