This battle completely established Chu Hao’s fame.

Many people waited for news from Longhu Mountain. After all, Jiang Yuran was a member of Longhu Mountain.

On that day, Longhu Mountain issued a statement, declaring Jiang Yuran had betrayed the sect. He deserved death and had been wanted for some time. The news was shocking.

An elder of the Dragon Tiger Sect died, and Longhu Mountain didn’t intervene but labeled Jiang Yuran as a traitor instead?

Could it be they feared Chu Hao?

"It’s not fear. The boy indeed has some ability, but compared to the millennium legacy of Longhu Mountain, he’s not yet worthy of our notice. And furthermore! I will personally retrieve the True Word Brush. It’s just that the time isn’t ripe yet."

A young man from Longhu Mountain, seeing rumors abound—about Longhu Mountain fearing Chu Hao, about Chu Hao’s reputation shaking Longhu Mountain—immediately spoke out.

His words seemed odd.

How old was Chu Hao! Of course, he couldn’t compare with the entire Longhu Mountain. Isn’t this stating the obvious?

"Who is this person; does he represent Longhu Mountain?"

"It’s Yue Qinghong, the Senior Disciple of the Dragon Tiger Sect."

"A disciple who isn’t even an elder dares to speak such words. Chu Hao took down Elder Jiang Yuran. If he’s so tough, let him snatch the True Word Brush. Anyone can talk big on paper."

"You underestimate Yue Qinghong. As the Senior Disciple of the Dragon Tiger Sect, his strength is considerable, and he might even become the next head of Longhu Mountain."

"No wonder he talks big."

Rumors were rampant that Longhu Mountain was determined to get the True Word Brush.

Meanwhile, the Maoshan Sect remained quiet.

However, on that day, Mao Mountain also made a statement.

"Chu Hao, if you are willing to join us at Mao Mountain, we could consider it, allowing you to become an inner sect disciple."

Mao Mountain’s proposition sparked much speculation.

It was clear that Mao Mountain wanted to bring Chu Hao into the fold. By doing so, the True Word Brush would rightfully become Mao Mountain’s.

Soon after, Longhu Mountain also spoke up, with an elder making the announcement.

"If Chu Hao is willing to enter the mountain, we at Longhu Mountain will make him an elder."

These two great legacy sects, initially dismissive of Chu Hao, were now openly bickering and wooing him, which was disdainful to behold.

"Ahem! Everyone... you’re all squabbling here, but does Master Chu even know?"

Both sects fell silent. Indeed! How could Chu Hao know without long-distance voice transmission?

An elder of the Maoshan Sect said, "Go find a disciple who understands external communication."

The disciple, puzzled, asked, "Elder, what are you planning to do?"

The elder replied, "Post on Weibo."

The disciple: "..."

The two great sects stopped their indirect clash and transferred the battleground to Weibo.

Statements about how Mao Mountain was willing to take in Chu Hao and Longhu Mountain was willing to do the same, offering him certain gifts.

Finally, the Seventh District also joined the fray, with a statement from the headquarters saying, "The Seventh District is willing to accept Chu Hao to become the eleventh S-Level Ghost and Demon Master."

An elder from Longhu Mountain got angry and posted on Weibo, "Seventh District, why are you sticking your foot in this? Do you want the True Word Brush?"

The Seventh District replied, "That’s not the case at all. We don’t want to miss out on talent, and besides, the country needs talented individuals."

Mao Mountain posted on Weibo, "Seventh District, you can take Chu Hao, but the True Word Brush must be returned to Mao Mountain."

Longhu Mountain grew furious. "Why should it go to you, Mao Mountain? The True Word Brush inherently belongs to Longhu Mountain. When my Longhu Mountain was flourishing, Mao Mountain was but a minor sect."

"Longhu Mountain, what kind of bull are you pulling here! My Mao Mountain is the birthplace of the Taoist’s Upper Pure Patriarch. Your ancestors from Longhu Mountain were merely disciples of the Shangqing Sect. By that reckoning, the Dragon Tiger Sect is merely a branch of Mao Mountain."

Over at Longhu Mountain, an elder reading the Weibo replies was livid. "I’m furious! Summon the Dragon Tiger Sect disciples. We’ll roast those hypocrites from Mao Mountain!"

The disciples of the Dragon Tiger Sect were streaming with cold sweat.

「And Chu Hao?」

It had been three days since he wiped out Jiang Yuran.

What was he up to these three days?

He was taking exams.

Yes, he was aiming to get into the film academy, so he needed to take a preliminary test. Although his memory and analytical abilities were strong, a test was still essential—making things up on the spot wasn’t ideal.

Finally, he finished the exams.

At that moment, he saw Li Yin holding a cellphone, engrossed in whatever was on the screen.

"The Dragon Tiger Sect and the Maoshan Sect are really something. They’ve been going at it fiercely these past few days."

Chu Hao leaned in and asked, "What happened?"

Li Yin pointed at the phone and said, "Look, these two sects are fighting over a disciple. They’re trash-talking each other from thousands of miles away; it’s so entertaining."

The headline read: [Dragon Tiger Sect and Maoshan Sect in a fierce spat, all for the sake of winning over a disciple.]

After reading it, Chu Hao was so annoyed his nose could have been bent out of shape.

These bastards, taking advantage of my exam period to pull this stunt.

Saying they’re willing to take Chu Hao as a disciple under their wing.

Even talking about giving me a disciple position and adding some tempting conditions—as if I’m some dog you can win over by throwing me some stinky bones!

The most annoying part was that Longhu Mountain had misspelled his name. While it still sounded like ’Chu Hao’, they used a different character for ’Hao’—one that could be comically deconstructed.

Below were the comments.

"This fight is too intense. So, who is Chu Ritian? The two major sects are vying for him, yet he’s nowhere to be seen."

"Chu Hao, someone is looking for you."

Li Yin chuckled. "Hey, hey! This Chu Ritian even shares your surname. The folks online are hilarious—they took the character from the misspelling of your name, the one pronounced ’Hao’, and split its visual components ’Sun’ and ’Sky’ to make ’Ritian’. Now ’Chu Ritian’ is almost an internet celebrity!"

Chu Hao said with a cold face, "What internet celebrity!"

"I am Chu Ritian!!"

"Chu Ritian at your service, please advise."

"Chu Ritian dad was here."

"Chu Ritian, let’s go."

"Hey hey... you keep mentioning Chu Ritian, but who the hell is Chu Ritian?"

"Don’t know, but the name sounds cool, just like Long Aotian’s."

Li Yin laughed and said, "Ha ha... see, this reply is hilarious."

CRACK. The pen in Chu Hao’s hand was snapped in half, his face black with anger.

In this era of online information, everything happened so fast. In just three days, he had become an internet celebrity? If it was him becoming famous online, that wouldn’t be too bad—it would increase his visibility.

But, it was Chu Ritian who had become an internet celeb!?

This is just dogshit—there are even some bored folk who’ve made memes out of this.

"Who is Chu Ritian afraid of?"

"In my life, Chu Ritian does things without the need to explain to anyone."

"Chu Ritian, I, Long Aotian, will not accept this."

Chu Hao, fuming, took out his phone and logged into his Weibo.

"I am Chu Ritian... Ptooey! I am NOT Chu Ritian! Are you two sects blind? You don’t even know my name! You two great sects, listen up! This Heavenly King has a saying for you:

Frogs croak in a clear pond; a nest of mice makes a ruckus by its burrow.

Ignorant beasts don’t know the measure of people; they just keep bothering you time and again."

Then, Chu Hao put the phone down, let out a long sigh of relief, patted Li Yin’s shoulder, and said, "Let’s go, I’m treating you to a meal."

Li Yin retorted, "And why wouldn’t you treat me? You’re the one worth over a hundred million!"

Chu Hao replied, "What are you on about? If I didn’t treat you, wouldn’t that make me seem classless?"

Li Yin made a face and said, "I’m not into that kind of thing."

"Get lost, dumbass."