The sudden appearance of someone blocking their path shocked the four peak Martial Emperors into changing expressions.
This aura, this presence—
They immediately realized this person was absolutely an expert among experts!
“Who are you, sir?”
A Demon Fiend Sect Martial Emperor quickly cupped his fists.
“Jun Changxiao.”
Jun Changxiao?
The Eternal Sect Master?
The four Martial Emperors’ gazes filled with shock.
They’d already obtained intelligence before coming—this guy was a Sword Martial Dual King. How could he have flying ability!
One Martial Emperor questioned, “Are you really Jun Changxiao?”
Whoosh—
Sect Master Jun slapped him. Though it seemed gentle and soft, when it struck the other’s left cheek, he immediately shot toward the ground like a cannonball.
Rumble!
The ground caved in, forming a massive crater!
That Martial Emperor’s entire face was not only twisted—his whole body completely shattered, and he immediately passed out on the spot.
“Hiss!”
The other three’s eyes nearly popped out!
Casually annihilating a peak Martial Emperor—was this guy a Half-Step Martial Saint!
No!
The way space just trembled so violently, and him emerging from within—this supreme spatial control represented that this person was…
“Martial Saint!”
The three spoke in unison, shocked.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Jun Changxiao didn’t waste words either, giving each one a slap. Immediately, like three cannonballs, they crashed to the ground.
When the four brothers set out, they’d been discussing how to intimidate once they reached the Eternal Sect, how to recover the spirit stones.
Especially the two peak Martial Emperors from God Slayer Hall—meeting the Demon Fiend Sect experts on the road, they’d expressed willingness to assist, only needing eight hundred or a thousand spirit stones.
The result?
They hadn’t even reached Iron Bone Mountain before face-planting.
More tragic than the Ice Cold Palace Grand Elder—at least he’d reached the Eternal Sect and caused some trouble!
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
The four peak Martial Emperors all fell onto the martial arts field, their soul origins grasped by Jun Changxiao.
Adding the earlier Ice Cold Palace Palace Master, the five could form the ultimate team to journey west for scriptures.
“Sect Master.”
Elder Wei transmitted, “Keep them to sweep courtyards?”
Jun Changxiao shook his head. “Peak Martial Emperors should be quite valuable. Lock them up and make the two evil sects pay ransom.”
Controlling the Ice Cold Palace’s Grand Elder meant the Ice Cold Palace had no threat.
Third-rate evil sects were different.
Killing four peak Martial Emperors would only make them fight the sect to the death.
Forcibly keeping them as servants definitely wouldn’t make them give up either.
The best method was to squeeze every bit of value from them to bring more resources to the sect.
His abacus clicked away loudly.
Poor two evil sects—originally thinking sending four peak Martial Emperors could intimidate the Eternal Sect, they’d ended up as delivery boys like Xu Jinjiang at Christmas.
Elder Wei said, “Peak Martial Emperors are also top-tier experts. The Demon Fiend Sect and God Slayer Hall should be willing to pay ransom.”
“Lock them up!” Jun Changxiao proclaimed loudly.
Swish!
Swish!
Su Xiaomo, Li Fei, and others ran over again, taking all four unconscious people away.
First sending a Half-Step Martial Saint to prison, then sending four peak Martial Emperors—this gave them an incredible sense of achievement!
Indeed.
Such high and mighty experts that ordinary martial cultivators could only look up to—how many could personally escort them to the dungeons?
“Swish!”
Mu Changhong floated down onto the martial arts field.
(Note: The Sect Protection Array was currently in a paralyzed state.)
“City Lord Mu.”
Jun Changxiao cupped his fists. “Many thanks for your assistance. Jun is deeply grateful.”
Very sincere.
When the Ice Cold Palace Grand Elder suddenly attacked, there’d been no time to purchase shop items. Without Mu Changhong’s help, the Eternal Sect would have suffered disaster by now.
A mistake, a mistake.
This kind of situation absolutely couldn’t happen again!
Mu Changhong said, “Actually, even without me acting, your Eternal Sect wouldn’t have had trouble.”
He wasn’t referring to Jun Changxiao’s cultivation explosion, but to Xiao Longlong charging out.
Based on his state at that time, Mu Changhong deduced he should definitely have been able to offset part of the palm print’s power, then have it blocked by the Sect Protection Array.
The consequence would be severe injury or direct death.
Fortunately, this toxic plot development didn’t occur.
Jun Changxiao continued, “Thanks also to Tianyu Academy and the Authentication Hall for their hidden assistance.”
A Tianyu Academy expert flew out, saying awkwardly, “The Eternal Sect resolving this crisis was due to City Lord Mu and Sect Master Jun. We didn’t help at all—honestly, we’re ashamed.”
As long as people came, that showed their intent.
Jun Changxiao didn’t care whether they’d actually helped. He cupped his fists. “Go back and tell Dean Situ and Master Yi that Jun will remember this favor. If you ever need the Eternal Sect in the future, we’ll go through fire and water without hesitation.”
A respectable person!
Swish!
Picking up the unconscious Xiao Longlong, Jun Changxiao said, “My contracted beast is severely injured. Please excuse me from seeing you off.”
“…”
Mu Changhong’s mouth twitched slightly.
He’d still wanted to stay and properly examine this potential son-in-law.
Very well.
There’d be plenty of opportunities later.
Mu Changhong cupped his fists. “Sect Master Jun, I’ll take my leave first.”
He and the two major organization experts hidden in the shadows all flew away. The originally cloud-covered, tension-filled Eternal Sect returned to calm.
News of the Half-Step Martial Saint and two evil sect experts attacking spread throughout Southwest Yang Province that very day, causing unimaginable shock!
The focus of discussion wasn’t the Ice Cold Palace Grand Elder being beaten to a pulp, but rather—why was Jun Changxiao’s strength so powerful!
“I heard Sect Master Jun used a divine ability at the time, summoning the Eternal Sect’s ancestral heroic souls, causing his strength to suddenly surge to Martial Saint!”
“My heavens, that’s too incredible!”
“During the hundred sects recruitment, Sect Master Jun said the Eternal Sect inherited from ancient times. Now it seems he spoke truly!”
“No wonder it seemed to rise suddenly—turns out it’s a sect inherited from ancient times!”
The boasts Jun Changxiao had made were now blooming everywhere.
This had one benefit—at least it allowed many people to reluctantly accept why the Eternal Sect could rise in such a short time.
When news spread to other provinces and major sects learned of it, they’d certainly discuss seriously whether this sect truly inherited from ancient times.
“Ancient times” was a vague time concept, usually defined by the world as ten thousand years ago.
If the Eternal Sect inherited from ancient times, that meant at least ten thousand years of history. That era had abundant experts and masters like clouds—incomparable to modern times!
So explaining the journey from obscurity to thunderous fame with “ancient sect” seemed reasonable and logical.
The name “Eternal” no longer seemed so arrogant either—after all, their sect had existed for ten millennia.
Look at this.
The boasts Sect Master Jun made, others were helping to forcibly rationalize, making the lies increasingly real. Compared to City Lord Mu, it was truly heaven and earth.
…
“Master.”
In the study, Little Demon Fairy brought tea, saying, “Freshly brewed.”
“Mm.”
Jun Changxiao accepted it, but his hands trembled violently. The teacup and lid kept colliding, making clacking sounds.
Just moments ago, he’d been powerful enough to brutally crush a Half-Saint. Now he struggled to hold a teacup—this was the Talisman of Heaven and Earth’s side effect.
Currently, Sect Master Jun was completely a weak scholar without the strength to truss a chicken.
However, he wasn’t dejected.
Being able to use the talisman to directly ascend to Martial Saint and personally crush the Ice Cold Palace Grand Elder was still worth it.
Moreover, at King-level, experiencing Saint-level realm ahead of time would somewhat benefit him.
“Master.”
Little Demon Fairy stared at Xiao Longlong lying in his small nest, saying fiercely, “When this ugly bug wakes up, you must severely punish him!”
Kindly trying to help resist the palm print together, he’d instead slapped her flying down—simply unreasonable!
Jun Changxiao said, “Girl, he was worried you’d get hurt, so he did that. Although his methods were a bit extreme, his intentions were good.”
“Hmph.”
Little Demon Fairy pouted. “He definitely took the opportunity to bully me!”
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