To say he didn’t even compare to the Demon Emperor of the past—these words from City Lord Han made Jun Changxiao unable to bear them.
In terms of achievement, he couldn’t compare to that kind of awesome person who dared oppose the entire world. But looking at the Myriad Ancient Sect’s development trajectory, he was definitely stronger than the Demon Emperor Sect.
According to historical records, though the Demon Emperor established the Demon Gate very early, he was always devoted to cultivation. Only after his realm matured did he integrate various demonic dao forces, leading to the Demon Emperor Sect’s meteoric rise.
Jun Changxiao, on the other hand, started from scratch. The sect climbed up step by step from unranked, and in just a few short years had achieved its current accomplishments, so the Demon Emperor couldn’t compare.
Master Yi has a saying.
A true master forever maintains the heart of a student.
Jun Changxiao didn’t want to be high-profile, nor did he want to compete with ancient figures over who was stronger or weaker, because there was no meaning to it. He only sought peace and contentment.
“Sect Master Jun.”
City Lord Han said: “City Lord Han has met countless people and won’t misjudge. You and your Myriad Ancient Sect continuing to develop will surely become Xingyun Continent’s leading authority!”
Damn!
This guy was getting more and more exaggerated!
Jun Changxiao shook his head: “This seat only wants to develop the sect peacefully and steadily, without any ambition. City Lord Han, please don’t use the Demon Emperor to describe me, or it will easily cause misunderstandings.”
Who was the Demon Emperor?
The number one public enemy of righteous sects back then!
You saying I’m awesome is fine, but using him for comparison—if the sects that consider themselves embodiments of chivalry hear this, they’ll definitely become unhappy.
Jun Changxiao wasn’t afraid of offending righteous sects, but there was also no need to make enemies of the entire world.
“True.”
City Lord Han cupped his hands, respectfully saying: “For the sake of all living beings in the world, Sect Master Jun did not hesitate to bring disciples and enter the battlefield early to test with your own bodies. That greatness far surpasses the Demon Emperor!”
“…” Jun Changxiao was speechless.
This guy was really good at saying nice things. However, listening to them felt quite comfortable.
…
The Battlefield Phantoms that appeared again after an interval not only delivered experience but also stronghold area. Because their overall strength was higher, the expansion wasn’t small.
“If they came in batches every day, why would we worry about not reaching city scale?” Lord Dog Leftover smiled.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Inside the stronghold, Peqi released its earth-attribute, arranging flagstones around the perimeter, forming a spacious continent.
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang stood at a high point: “In this disciple’s conception, this is the eastern city. After subsequent expansion, there will also be a western city, southern city, and northern city.”
“Since it’s a city, city walls are indispensable.” Jun Changxiao said.
Li Qingyang said: “This disciple has also considered that. But given that the stronghold expands daily, we can only wait until reaching city scale before constructing them separately.”
Jun Changxiao nodded, then flew out of the stronghold to continue searching for opportunities existing within.
The next day.
Battlefield Phantoms appeared again, and once they came it continued for several dozen days. This allowed Myriad Ancient Sect disciples to fully obtain massive amounts of experience, their strength increasing daily.
In the Myriad Ancient Sect, due to soil transformation, many medicinal materials’ growth cycles shortened. Li Qingyang not only had to busy himself with construction but also handle pill refinement.
Most critical was the Martial King Pill, because it was the main material for crafting Extreme Symbols and the key to determining whether disciples could break through to Martial Emperor faster.
Xiao Zuiji wasn’t idle either, taking on the heavy responsibility of crafting equipment. After ores were delivered, he crafted various weapons and armor sets in batches.
The entire Myriad Ancient Sect had entered a virtuous operational cycle. Jun Changxiao’s daily tasks were just finding opportunities, fishing, and occasionally appearing in the author’s notes to brag with readers.
…
“Master, sending Battlefield Phantoms to punish them every day not only fails to affect the Xingyun Continent stronghold but makes their strength continuously improve. If this continues and the World Hall learns of it, I’m afraid they’ll trouble you again.”
In the ethereal and misty palace, the hunched old man frowned.
“This emperor is executing their orders. How would they trouble me?” The graceful woman sitting on the throne, shrouded in clouds and mist, said impatiently.
“Master.”
The old man said: “This subordinate believes that to prove yourself, you should appropriately increase the difficulty, lest people gossip behind your back.”
The woman considered briefly: “Send down a Heaven Rank Battlefield Phantom.”
“How many?”
“One is sufficient.”
“Yes!”
The old man hastily withdrew.
The woman leaned back in her chair, thinking: “Once this emperor breaks through that level, would I still fear a mere World Hall?”
…
Outside the stronghold.
Space gradually twisted.
“Battlefield Phantoms are here again!”
Myriad Ancient Sect disciples put down their work and began warm-up preparations.
Over the past month, Battlefield Phantoms appeared punctually every day, so they had long grown accustomed to it.
“Step!”
A Battlefield Phantom wearing crimson battle armor and a crimson battle helmet walked out.
“Different from before!” Myriad Ancient Sect disciples exclaimed in surprise.
This Battlefield Phantom’s face and hair could be clearly seen. If not for its eyes flashing red light, at first glance it looked no different from a human!
Jun Changxiao walked out, saying in astonishment: “The aura it emanates is much stronger than Earth Rank. Could it be Heaven Rank?”
“Correct.” The female system said: “This is a Heaven Rank Battlefield Phantom with very formidable strength. Dear participant must be careful.”
“Somewhat interesting.” Jun Changxiao became interested.
Having entered the Planar Battlefield for so long, he’d not only fought Earth Rank but killed them too. Only hadn’t seen Heaven Rank. How strong were they? Could they compare to Martial Emperors?
“Sect Master Jun.”
City Lord Han walked over, his expression grave: “This fellow has probably already reached the Great Perfection Realm.”
“Great Perfection Realm?” Jun Changxiao was confused.
City Lord Han said: “This is a realm after peak Martial Saint, also called Martial Saint Great Perfection. It represents complete comprehension of the martial dao. If one breaks through again, they can reach the Emperor position and explore the secrets of shattering the void.”
Jun Changxiao said speechlessly: “What’s the difference from the Half-Saint between Martial Emperor and Martial Saint?”
“No difference.”
City Lord Han said: “But it sounds stronger and more prestigious!”
“Alright.”
Jun Changxiao looked toward the Battlefield Phantom, thinking: “In other words, in the Planar Battlefield, reaching Heaven Rank doesn’t mean having Martial Emperor level strength.”
The system said: “Martial Emperors are a plane’s strongest existences. They’re all busy trying to shatter the void and ascend to the Upper Realm. Who would be bored enough to come fish in the fishpond?”
“If I became a Martial Emperor, I’d definitely come fish.”
Jun Changxiao said seriously: “Because using a max-level account to bully newbies feels really good.”
The system roared: “You’re sick!”
“Hall Master Purple.”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand: “Go out and meet him.”
“Swoosh!”
The Purple Scale Demon King flew out from the main peak, then landed ten zhang away from the Battlefield Phantom, saying proudly: “Finally here’s one who can fight.”
The Heaven Rank Battlefield Phantom raised its head, its eyes glowing even more intensely red. Then with an arrow-step it charged forward.
“Boom!”
An explosive sound rang out, rolling dust rising.
“Swoosh—”
The Purple Scale Demon King burst out from within. After his feet landed, he still didn’t stop, retreating a hundred zhang before applying the brakes. His arms crossed in defense, his expression slightly ferocious.
The Battlefield Phantom’s attack wasn’t fast, and he could defend in time. But the power contained in that fist was completely incomparable to five or six Earth Ranks combined!
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang exclaimed in shock: “This Battlefield Phantom is somewhat strong!”
“Indeed.” Jun Changxiao said.
“Bang!”
At this moment, the Purple Scale Demon King’s clothes and pants all burst apart. Striding forward with vigorous legs, demonic energy erupting, he instantly gathered dense fist imprints!
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
For a time, violent energy bloomed like fireworks outside the stronghold, shocking the Xingyun Continent martial artists into stunned silence!
“Boom—”
Suddenly, another explosive sound came from the battle zone, rolling up billowing dust. That patch of earth instantly collapsed dozens of zhang downward.
“Thud thud thud!”
The Purple Scale Demon King retreated wildly again, stabilizing several hundred zhang away. His clenched fists loosened, both arms bringing waves of numbness. He transmitted: “Sect Master, this fellow is very strong. I’m a bit panicked!”