“Status cannot represent everything.”

Xia Shuiyun said, “Only by continuously growing stronger will you possess everything.”

She could tell that when Su Xiaomo mentioned the past, her eyes revealed a deep sense of inferiority, so her words were meant to comfort her. However, due to her icy tone, it immediately took on a different flavor.

“That’s why!”

Su Xiaomo suddenly stood up and strode before Xia Shuiyun.

“Whoosh!”

Her hands landed on those fragrant shoulders as she said with a serious gaze, “After meeting my master, I, Su Jintang, am worthy of any woman in the world—including you, Xia Shuiyun!”

“Boom—”

“Aiya!”

Sun Yingquan, who had just slipped away, hurriedly turned back upon hearing the commotion, only to see Su Goushan fly out from the courtyard and crash awkwardly to the ground. He said in confusion, “How did they start fighting?”

This won’t do!

I need to rush over and provide support!

Just as Sun Yingquan was about to turn back, Xia Shuiyun walked out, her entire face covered in frost as the surrounding air instantly dropped to freezing point.

My goodness!

This woman’s lost her temper!

No way, no way.

I’d better hurry and slip away.

Su Xiaomo awkwardly stood up, rubbing her chest where she’d been struck, and said with a grin, “I can’t beat you now, but once I enter the inner sect and become stronger, you won’t have another chance.”

“So confident?” Xia Shuiyun said with a cold face.

Su Xiaomo brushed the dust off her body, then sat down on a nearby rock, crossing one leg, and smiled, “If I don’t even have this bit of confidence, how could I ever be worthy of you in the future?”

With things developing to this point, it was tantamount to making it clear: I can be worthy of you, I want to pursue you!

Xia Shuiyun said, “When your cultivation surpasses mine, then say that again.”

“No problem!”

Su Xiaomo said with solemn determination, “That day is destined not to be too far off!”

Xia Shuiyun turned and returned to her own residence.

However, after returning to her room, her entire face immediately flushed red, especially when thinking about how that fellow had just placed her hands on her shoulders, she immediately felt waves of warmth rising.

“Senior Sister!”

Suddenly, Su Xiaomo stood outside the room and said, “Are we still going on missions tomorrow?”

“You… how did you get in here!” Xia Shuiyun hurriedly turned around in panic, afraid the other party would see her embarrassed appearance.

Su Xiaomo said, “I saw you didn’t close the door, so I just came in.”

“…”

Xia Shuiyun said coldly, “We’ll discuss tomorrow’s matters tomorrow. I need to rest now.”

“Oh.”

Su Xiaomo left without disturbing her further, but after returning to her own residence, she murmured quite puzzled, “Rest? That’s not right—it’s still morning.”

…

“Fang Lingyu.”

At the Eternal Sect, after receiving the latest intelligence, Jun Changxiao murmured, “This woman is quite arrogant. If this seat doesn’t arrange her affairs clearly and thoroughly, how can I be worthy of Sect Leader Wang’s spirit in heaven?”

He had Su Xiaomo go undercover mainly to investigate matters concerning this woman and Lu Qianqian. However, just from publicly humiliating a fellow disciple, she was clearly not a kind person.

Since that was the case, there was no need to follow procedures—find a time, find an opportunity, and directly deal with her.

Li Luoqiu shook her head, “This Fang Lingyu is a disciple the Profound Mystic Holy Sect values highly. She’s always been cultivating in the inner sect, so our people will have difficulty tracking her.”

“No rush.”

Jun Changxiao said, “There will be an opportunity sooner or later.”

…

Su Goushan, currently at the Profound Mystic Holy Sect, continued to carry out her undercover mission to the end.

However, after being publicly humiliated by Fang Lingyu, she outwardly pretended to cultivate even more diligently.

“Junior Brother Su has been provoked.”

“After all, he’s a man—they all have self-respect.”

“If effort were useful, what would be the point of talent?”

The Profound Mystic Holy Sect disciples sympathized with the humiliation Su Xiaomo had suffered and understood her efforts to cultivate hard, but they completely didn’t think well of her prospects. After all, Xia Shuiyun’s qualifications were very strong, and wanting to reach a level worthy of her would probably be extremely difficult.

…

“Sect Master Jun.”

Feng Feisha stood in the outer courtyard filled with abundant spiritual energy, looking at the several towering mountain peaks that seemed to have appeared out of thin air in the distance. After being stunned for quite some time, he finally came to his senses, his lips twitching as he said, “I haven’t been here for a while, and your sect has changed quite a bit.”

Under normal circumstances, these kinds of words often had an element of politeness, but now they were absolutely sincere!

Jun Changxiao smiled and said, “The ore that Sect Master Feng sent over is of excellent quality. Jun is very satisfied.”

“The goods that Sect Master Jun wanted—how could Feng dare to be negligent?”

While Feng Feisha spoke these words, he muttered in his heart, “Why isn’t he inviting me to stay for a meal?”

“Is Sect Master Feng leaving today?”

“Yes, I’m busy with affairs and need to hurry back to handle them.”

“I won’t see you off far. Safe travels!”

“…”

Feng Feisha howled in his heart, “I came all this way—is it so hard to provide a meal?”

“Dinner’s ready!”

Just then, Liu Wanshi stood at the dining hall and called out.

“Aiya, it’s already mealtime.” Feng Feisha grinned and said, “Then I’ll just have to eat before leaving.”

Jun Changxiao’s lips twitched.

These people who come to my Eternal Sect are all here to mooch food!

No helping it.

Who told your family to make such good food?

“Sect Master Jun, can I take leftovers?”

Just as Jun Changxiao was about to say ‘yes,’ he saw the other party directly pull out a large iron basin. He hurriedly spread his arms to protect the unfinished food and said, “No!”

…

The ore that Feng Feisha sent over was quite abundant, allowing Jun Changxiao to refine more True Yang Sets and Steel Wings to equip his sect’s disciples.

As for the Planar Battlefield, since he’d recently been busy with mountain peak construction, he temporarily shelved plans to enter.

However, although this fellow hadn’t gone in person, his deterrent power remained.

Warriors from the Scarlet Sea Continent and Soaring Cloud Continent huddled in their strongholds all day, not daring to come out, deeply afraid of being ambushed by surprise.

It could be said.

After the previous battles, Jun Changxiao had already brought psychological trauma to the two planes. As for the extent of that trauma, it would depend on future developments.

However, the warriors of the Meteor Star Continent, completely unaware of this situation, were still pessimistically preparing and praying that after entering, they absolutely wouldn’t be targeted by the Scarlet Sea Continent and Soaring Cloud Continent—those two planes that liked bullying newcomers.

“Sigh.”

One day, Mu Changhong sat in the Eternal Sect dining hall, looking at the food below, and shook his head, “Sect Master Jun, I don’t have any appetite right now.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao pointed to a pile of neatly arranged empty plates beside him and said in despair, “Then why did you eat so much!”

“Troubled!”

Mu Changhong picked up his chopsticks and ate everything clean with smacking sounds, then drank a sip of soup and said with extreme distress, “Very troubled.”

Jun Changxiao consoled him, “It’s just the Scarlet Sea Continent and Soaring Cloud Continent. City Lord Mu, don’t think about it so much. Perhaps in five years when you enter, those two planes will already be gone.”

Truth be told.

With this fellow’s style of hitting and running, then coming back to cause trouble again, whether the two planes could last until five years later was a very big question.

“If Mu could be as optimistic as Sect Master Jun, I wouldn’t be so worried I can’t eat.” Mu Changhong stacked the plates and said sorrowfully, “Another bowl of fried rice.”