Though the Food God Competition had ended, the enlightened City Lord Han didn’t cancel the projection array, continuing to rely on preserved recordings for visual bombardment.

He even personally took on advertisements and participated in design.

Though judging from broadcast effects it was quite awkward, at least it achieved some results.

What better proved City Lord Han’s enlightenment was preemptively recording the Food God Competition finals and additional round to repeatedly broadcast during advertisement time.

Martial artists who for certain reasons hadn’t witnessed the competition could only endure the advertisements to watch.

City Lord Han was someone who regarded money as dirt—his only hobby was being deeply attached to spirit stones.

Of course, matters regarding the Food God Competition’s heavenly phenomena and the only female contestant claiming the championship were also destined to become hot topics of discussion across the Starfall Continent.

Previously, the Eternal Ancient Sect attracted no attention. Now everyone competed to discuss it—this was the best proof of increased fame.

With the projection array’s existence, the entire continent could truly be said to have achieved the point where everyone recognized Sect Master Jun!

Children crying at night—as soon as parents said “Sect Master Jun is coming,” they immediately tensed their little faces and shrank into the blankets, not daring to make a sound.

Was this really that exaggerated?

Yes!

For instance, after rushing for most of the day.

Jun Changxiao led everyone into a certain city to rest, coincidentally encountering a small child crying and pestering their mother to buy candied hawthorn.

“Little one.”

“Here.”

Jun Changxiao bent down, handing over the candied hawthorn.

He squinted his eyes, the corners of his mouth forming a ‘U’-shaped smile, looking like a friendly neighborhood big brother.

Daring to bombard the Extreme Cold Palace for his disciples, daring to fight hard against first and second-rate sects for ore veins—such a ruthless person actually had such a friendly expression, which was truly unexpected.

However…

The child, seeing his face, immediately shrank behind their mother, trembling.

Crack—

The sound of a heart breaking transmitted from within his body.

Jun Changxiao clutched his chest, painfully saying: “Is this seat really that frightening?”

“Frightening.”

Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying said in unison.

“Sigh.”

Jun Changxiao bit into the candied hawthorn: “In that case, from today onward, I’ll be the Great Demon King.”

Speaking thus, he pulled the hood of his windbreaker over his head, put on a skull mask, and said eerily: “Little imp, are you afraid of me now?”

“Hahaha!”

The child who’d been trembling was immediately amused, breaking into laughter.

Under the setting sun.

Jun Changxiao walked with drooping shoulders, his whole person appearing quite desolate.

The path of the Great Demon King was destined to be difficult.

…

Late at night.

Jun Changxiao lay in the inn’s room, opening the high-tier shop.

With epic quest completion causing contribution point overflow, he had to eliminate it within twenty-four hours.

“Ding! Host spent 10,000 contribution points to obtain Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm x1. Already delivered to spatial ring.”

“Ding! Sect contribution points: 54,480/50,000.”

This martial technique condensing dragon-elephant power—Jun Changxiao had long wanted to buy it, but only today with massive contribution point overflow did he truly act.

Simply put.

External pressure still wasn’t great enough, making him reluctant to spend.

If a Martial Emperor-level enemy appeared, clamoring to destroy the Eternal Ancient Sect, contribution points would definitely be spent quickly.

The remaining 4,480 points, Jun Changxiao used for sect basic construction and martial aptitude liquid.

Actually, after the contribution point limit grew increasingly high, looking at overall expenditure, investment in sect construction exceeded personal use.

Understandable.

After all, this was the Strongest Sect System, not the Strongest Dog Leftover System.

“Let’s try cultivating it.”

Jun Changxiao took out the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm and began studying it. Images and complex projections immediately floated in his consciousness sea.

The next day.

Opening his eyes, he thought: “This martial technique seems stronger than the Crimson Heaven Blazing Slash.”

“Obviously.”

The System said, “This is a high-tier shop martial technique.”

“I can have disciples primarily cultivate this palm technique.” Jun Changxiao said.

The Crimson Heaven Blazing Slash was actually quite good, but its flaw was being exclusively for male cultivation.

The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm had no gender restriction—anyone could cultivate it. The more dragon-elephant power condensed, the stronger the might.

Explosive Fist, Mountain-Opening Palm, and Sealing Shield were first-generation martial arts.

Spiritual Armor and Crimson Heaven Blazing Slash were second-generation martial arts.

Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm could completely be called third-generation martial arts.

As sect level increased and disciple strength grew, martial arts would naturally upgrade. Otherwise, how could they face stronger enemies in the future?

Of course, there were also special martial arts that could always adapt to changing times.

Like My Slash and Seven Profound Sunset Breach.

The former consumed extremely little and increased in power with cultivation advancement—very suitable for long-term practice. The latter was incomplete but still had high potential.

…

Several days later.

Jun Changxiao comprehended some basics of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm and stopped in a wilderness clearing, standing proudly with hands behind his back.

Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying sat on rocks, each munching an apple.

“What’s this kid doing?” Zilin Demon King muttered.

“Swoosh!”

Jun Changxiao suddenly opened his eyes. His right hand extended, waving in the void. Spiritual energy gathered in his palm, forming powerful wind currents, then blasted toward the massive boulder ahead.

“Whoosh whoosh—”

Wild winds rose, dust flew.

Zilin Demon King’s eyes widened, because when Jun Changxiao struck, two seemingly real yet illusory phantoms manifested before him—their forms appeared to be dragon-elephant beasts!

“Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm!”

“Boom!”

Dragon-elephant power gathered in his palm, fiercely striking the massive boulder. The entire earth trembled violently!

Everything quieted.

The massive boulder directly ahead of Jun Changxiao’s position had disappeared. The ground was blasted into a fan-shaped crater, and the surrounding ground surface was also cracked innumerably.

“Wow!”

Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying opened their small mouths wide, perfectly playing passersby A and B showing astonishment.

Zilin Demon King exclaimed: “Could this be an Upper Realm martial technique?”

“Swoosh!”

Jun Changxiao withdrew his palm, thinking: “Condensing one strand of dragon-elephant power, the explosive might is pretty good. If condensing ten strands, a hundred strands of dragon-elephant power, wouldn’t it be even more terrifying?”

The System said, “That depends on whether host has the ability to condense them.”

“…” Jun Changxiao remained silent.

Though he’d condensed one strand of dragon-elephant power, he was ultimately just beginning.

From overall might, it was still slightly inferior to the Crimson Heaven Blazing Slash. Only by condensing more dragon-elephant power would the might manifest.

Zilin Demon King remained in shock.

The martial technique Jun Changxiao just displayed—though the momentum was somewhat weak, judging from the phenomena, this was absolutely extraordinary.

It even gave rise to the illusion of seemingly watching Upper Realm top experts display certain divine abilities!

“The mortal world absolutely cannot have such martial techniques!”

“It must come from the Upper Realm!”

“This guy indeed isn’t simple. Earlier saying he wanted to join hands with me to accomplish great endeavors might not just be casual talk!”

Zilin Demon King’s thoughts ran wild.

Thus, the Brain Supplement Trio was officially confirmed and formally debuted, with members being Ye Xingchen, He Wudi, and Zilin Demon King.

“Comprehend, comprehend.”

On the road returning to the sect, Jun Changxiao continued researching this profound palm technique.

But for several consecutive days, he still stopped at one strand of dragon-elephant power—the second strand simply wouldn’t be comprehended.

The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm inherited the consistent style of shop martial arts—easy to learn, difficult to master. Initial contact allowed comprehension of basics and condensing one strand of dragon-elephant power, but manifesting more depended on talent and time.

That scene of striking and having dragon-elephants filling the sky, making people only count how many while forgetting to fight, was ultimately just a beautiful wish.

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