My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

The Taoist temple is filled with the might of immortals, all of whom are powerful enough to destroy the world with a wave of their hands.

The great scholar of the Imperial Academy, the Saint of Qiantian, the ancient descendant, the ancestor of the immortal race...

Every virtual image that appears can shock the world.

Wang Xiaoke swallowed his saliva.

"Is this the foundation of the Starry Dojo and Chaos Temple? How powerful must the successive emperors be to have collected so many immortal inheritances!"

Fortunately, my father is not here, otherwise I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

The temple only revealed a corner of its secrets, which was enough to cause an earthquake in all the worlds.

Even the big figures in the ancient world would feel their scalp tingling when seeing it.

At this moment, Chen Hui covered her mouth in shock, and the sisters next to her were nervous.

"Are all these seniors immortals? Why are there so many of them?"

"Don't be nervous, mother. This shows that our family is lucky."

"The immortal touched my head and gave me immortality. We should be happy, but my father didn't get such treatment."

When Chen Hui thought of her husband, she realized that he was indeed the most unlucky one.

"Brother, how many secrets have you hidden? What are you hiding from us?"

Wang Xinru's peach blossom eyes flickered, and she pursed her lips as she stared at her brother.

“Although I don’t know much about magic weapons, this palace is definitely not an ordinary thing!”

"I'm afraid even the immortals will be jealous."

Wang Siqi nodded in agreement. This temple was too amazing.

Behind him, Xichen raised his eyes and excitedly scanned the virtual images.

"Brother, look at that black-robed swordsman. He looks very powerful."

"And that bald monk, what a handsome golden Buddha!"

"Hiss! Why does that guy have dragon horns? So domineering!"

"Hmph...making a fuss out of nothing." Xiao Hei held his head high and spoke in a calm tone.

Seeing that he looked calm, Xichen thought to himself that his senior brother was still steady.

Little did he know that his little black legs were shaking non-stop and he was just pretending to be calm.

The demon clan could clearly sense the pressure coming from their bloodline.

That man must be some powerful person from the dragon clan.

Scare him to death.

In the starry sky, the immortals who knew each other talked to each other.

"Haha, my true self fell into the sky, and I didn't want to leave my regrets in the world."

"It's that girl. She's talented and has the bearing of a leader."

"Very good."

A man in armor, a white robe floating on his shoulders.

He is the leader of the Xianwu Sect. He has been dormant for a very long time, so long that he existed in the dojo before the Chaos Demon Emperor...

"Immortal Master Luo Li, you are here too?" An old man with snow-white hair asked with a smile.

"Isn't your Luoshen Heart Method never passed on to others?"

The silver-haired woman said calmly: "I made a bet."

"If you lose to him, you will leave behind a trace of inheritance, that's all."

"So that's it!" A young man in white laughed.

Only the strong ones chatted, while the weaker ones kept silent.

Wang Xiaoke paused for a while and signaled Xiaozi to get down to business.

Immediately, the eyes of all the strong men fell on Wang Xiaoke.

"The spirit of the imperial weapon must be the successor of that monster."

"Physical body, mental strength, and cultivation are all top-notch."

"Void Dao Seed... Hmm, I actually realized a law?"

These people looked at Xiao Ke from afar with a little admiration on their faces.

"Hello, seniors." Wang Xiaoke bowed.

He felt a little embarrassed, like a little animal in a zoo, being watched by people.

He had no doubt that if Ziyou hadn't protected him.

The immortal power of these people, even if they were just residual souls, would explode in an instant.

"Now that we have awakened, let's get down to business as soon as possible."

"After leaving behind my legacy, I will return with peace of mind."

The fairies in the starry sky nodded and looked at the girls of the Wang family.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and some people felt that they could not win the argument.

The wise ones returned to the galaxy and turned into flowing light that operated according to the rules.

Only dozens of powerful men were left, looking at the few people with interest.

"This girl and I are destined to be together." The Supreme Confucianist and Taoist spoke first.

Then the expressions of the three powerful men who took a fancy to Wang Wenya changed.

How dare they, a group of immortal monarchs and kings, snatch people from the great scholars of the Imperial Academy?

With a sigh of regret, the three of them left reluctantly...

Wang Wenya frowned: "I have never heard of Confucianism."

She looked at Xiao Ke, wondering, "Has my brother heard of it?"

Wang Xiaoke nodded.

"Confucianism is different. They don't fight for spiritual caves or grab treasures from heaven and earth. They use literature to cultivate their minds and spirits."

"To put it simply, it means skipping the training and comprehending the essence of heaven and earth."

The supreme Confucianist took a closer look at Wang Xiaoke who was speaking eloquently.

"Yes, my friend, you have a wide range of knowledge. We Confucians practice literature and gain enlightenment."

"This young man has shown his literary talent, his heart is pure and kind, and he has a touch of scholarly air. He is a rare gem in the rough."

Wang Xiaoke pursed his lips and nodded. The fourth sister had great attainments in literature.

At a young age, he served as the president of the International Education Association.

He is also the youngest literary giant, dealing with scholars in their seventies all day long.

"I am Jun Zhiyang, the great scholar of the Imperial Academy. Would you like to become my disciple?"

"I don't seek the road to becoming an emperor, I only seek the eternal justice."

Wang Wenya's eyes flashed, and there seemed to be flames burning in her chest.

"it is good!"

Jun Zhiyang smiled gently, and one finger seemed to penetrate the space.

Point at the center of Wang Wenya’s eyebrows.

"My remnant of regret will soon dissipate, and I will teach you the essence of Confucianism."

Wang Xiaoke watched his fourth sister floating away, and Jun Zhiyang turned into golden light, rushing towards Wang Wenya and wrapping her up.

Seeing that she accepted the inheritance, Ziyou flicked his sleeves and left the dojo.

"Xiao Zi, what realm was this senior in his previous life?"

"And the third sister's master also looks very strong."

"Probably on par with the Immortal Lord. The two are equally matched."

Wang Xiaoke's breathing became rapid: "Is the Immortal Venerable very powerful?"