The message was sent to Lingyuan Continent. Ke Jinnan indicated no problem.

“Everyone.”

Jun Changxiao once again summoned City Lord Han and the others, clasping his hands behind him: “Three days from now is crucial for our Xingyun Continent. At that time, I hope everyone can take it seriously without the slightest carelessness!”

Using Yellow Springs Pills to fake death—forget whether they could deceive the Upper Realm, whether they could deceive the planar warriors coming to spectate was already a very big problem.

“Rest assured, Sect Master Jun!”

Mu Changhong said: “We’ve made full preparations and absolutely won’t have any flaws!”

While Myriad Ages Sect disciples had been busy with construction these two months, they’d been diligently studying performance. Various death methods had been applied skillfully—they were just waiting to display themselves on a bigger stage!

Lingyuan Continent was exactly the same.

To ensure no mistakes occurred and not be seen through by others, they’d put tremendous effort into rehearsing death.

Without exaggeration.

Randomly selecting any Lingyuan Continent warrior about to enter the Asura Field to do an impromptu death performance—if someone touched them, they’d cover their chest and explosively retreat several steps, weakly and fearfully saying: “Such powerful internal force… actually injured me to…” Before finishing, they’d lie down and die.

“Qingyang.”

Jun Changxiao instructed: “Spread the news so more planar warriors learn that our Xingyun Continent will battle Lingyuan Continent to the death in the Slaughter Asura Field.”

“Yes.”

Li Qingyang withdrew.

Elder Ding was extremely confused: “Sect Master, we’re faking death. Having more people spectate—if flaws are discovered, that would be bad.”

Jun Changxiao explained: “Only by completing the performance under everyone’s gaze can we count as method actors.”

The Upper Realm might not send people to supervise.

But since playing, play big. Don’t let them pick out any problems.

True actors don’t display their skills before a mirror. Only by walking onto the stage, truly facing the audience and receiving their recognition and applause, can they be considered successful.

…

Night.

Jun Changxiao sat in the stronghold’s main peak great hall, flipping through “An Actor’s Self-Cultivation.” Suddenly a gust of wind blew, the temperature dropping several degrees out of nowhere. Without thinking, he knew she’d come.

“Sect Master.”

Lu Qianqian said: “Can I not participate?”

“Why?”

“Because… I don’t know how to play dead.”

As a ten-thousand-year ice mountain face, performing in the Ten Directions Certain Death Tower was already very painful. Now having to fake death again would definitely be even more difficult.

Jun Changxiao closed the book: “Life is like a play—it all depends on acting. If you don’t work hard to change yourself, how can you adapt to the future world?”

Lu Qianqian: “…”

Having everyone fake death was adapting to the world?

“Actually, this seat also knows you fear performing poorly and ruining the plan.” Jun Changxiao stood up, turning his back to her: “Qianqian, that you can now consider the sect—this seat is truly gratified.”

Lu Qianqian was astonished.

Having spent so many years with the Sect Master, this was the first time seeing him with such a serious, solemn back.

“But…” Jun Changxiao continued: “The path of martial cultivation is destined to be long and endless. Who knows what difficulties and dangers await us in the future. You must learn to face everything because the junior brothers and sisters in the sect need you, their Senior Sister, to protect them.”

“Change yourself.”

“Also to better protect those you care about.”

If it were Peggy, hearing the master say this, she’d long since been unable to hold back tears and establish super strong conviction.

However, standing behind was Lu Qianqian. She said flatly: “I’ll use my own methods to protect junior brothers and sisters, not learn to play dead.”

She wasn’t unwilling to let go of status or persona—it was truly very difficult to act.

“Qianqian.”

Jun Changxiao said: “There are many kinds of death—self-sacrifice, brave dedication, for nation and people. You can randomly choose one, fully immerse yourself in the scenario, and naturally perform it.”

“Must disciple go?” Lu Qianqian said.

“Must go.”

Jun Changxiao’s attitude was very firm. He wanted the eldest disciple to make a change.

Li Qingyang had gradually fallen into being a construction maniac. Ye Xingchen stooped to do hard labor for divine weapons. Lu Qianqian was the only relatively normal core disciple of Myriad Ages Sect.

Senior Sister!

Please uphold your true heart—don’t be bewitched by Dogsheng!

“Fine.”

Lu Qianqian compromised: “Since Sect Master isn’t worried about disciple performing poorly, then I can only go to the Slaughter Asura Field.”

“Come, come.”

Jun Changxiao waved: “This seat will teach you to act.”

“No need.”

Lu Qianqian said: “It’s late. Disciple needs to rest.”

Watching the eldest disciple leave, Jun Changxiao shook his head: “Changing this woman’s personality is truly difficult as ascending to heaven.”

The system said: “Qingyang, Zuiji, and the others have all been led astray by the host. If the eldest disciple also falls, Myriad Ages Sect will have no normal people left.”

…

“Big news! Xingyun Continent and Lingyuan Continent will fight to the death in the Slaughter Asura Field three days from now!”

“How did Lingyuan Continent offend Jun Changxiao to be declared war on?”

“This plane seems to only be fifth or sixth tier. How dare they easily accept battle?”

“I heard Jun Changxiao led people to Lingyuan Continent’s stronghold and cursed for three days and nights. That Hundred Leaves Valley’s Valley Master really couldn’t endure it and agreed!”

“Too excessive, too much bullying!”

“Sigh, poor Lingyuan Continent will probably be brutalized by Xingyun Continent.”

News of Xingyun Continent and Lingyuan Continent’s agreed battle spread through the battlefield. Planar warriors all favored the former and looked down on the latter.

“City Lord.”

Inside Nine Heavens Continent’s stronghold, an elder said: “What do you make of this?”

Mo Shangsheng was utterly baffled: “Lingyuan Continent’s Ke Jinnan also has a normal brain. How could he accept in a fit of rage?”

“Unless…”

He looked up, expression grave: “The Upper Realm pressured them and forced Lingyuan Continent to enter the Asura Field for slaughter with Xingyun Continent!”

That elder understood: “City Lord means according to rules, Xingyun Continent must enter the Slaughter Asura Field. Other planes don’t dare accept battle, so they could only forcibly command Xingyuan Continent to fight?”

“Right.”

Mo Shangsheng said with certainty.

In this era of brainless villains and passersby showing surprise, there was finally a supporting character with decent intelligence. But under Dogsheng’s interference of not playing by conventional rules, he’d walked onto a path where any deduction would absolutely be wrong.

“This Xingyun Continent is truly extraordinary.” The elder said with considerable wariness.

“Sigh.”

Mo Shangsheng said enviously: “Having people in the Upper Realm is good.”

“Three days from now, shall we go spectate?”

“Don’t go!”

Mo Shangsheng said gravely: “Last time when Battlefield Phantoms came to fight, various major planes went to watch the excitement but ended up being extorted for many spirit stones instead. If something goes wrong this time, we’ll definitely have to pay again to avoid disaster!”

“The City Lord considers things thoroughly!”

Nine Heavens Continent wouldn’t go watch the excitement. Other planes, having forgotten the pain after their scars healed, decided to go spectate three days later.

Of course, they were also worried about being extorted by Jun Changxiao again and decided to wait until they’d all gone inside before heading over.