The originally lively main peak became deserted as City Lord Han and the others departed.
Jun Changxiao, sitting before the great hall, let his spiritual sense blanket the large city-level stronghold he had painstakingly built up, then stretched and said, “Finally came to a conclusion.”
Xingyun Continent’s mission assigned by the Upper Realm was complete.
Both epic quests were also complete.
The significance of the Realm Battlefield for Jun Changxiao now was merely to arrange for disciples to come train and grow.
“It’s time to devote all my attention to sect development.”
“Right.”
“There’s also Donghai Fishery.”
Li Luoqiu had confirmed that the distress letter was indeed written by Master Fan.
A grand plan.
Related to Xingyun Continent’s survival?
Jun Changxiao’s imagination ran wild, “Could it be related to the Soul Clan?”
As things stood now, what could relate to continental survival was probably only this possibility.
“I have the Ancient Voyage Warship, so I should be able to easily reach there.” Jun Changxiao said, “Once things here are settled, I’ll find time to go take a look.”
Since he had inherited the various constitutions left by Array Emperor and the older generation, doing something for Xingyun Continent was only appropriate.
…
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Wild winds howled, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
A sailing ship drifted like a lone leaf on the sea, as if it could be swallowed by great waves at any moment.
The old man at the helm said with a calm expression, “This is the Windstorm Zone. This old man has been here hundreds of times. You two need not worry.”
Young Master Yuan and Old Lin sat in the rocking cabin.
Though both forcibly maintained composure, inwardly they were secretly praying, hoping to safely reach Donghai Fishery.
“As long as we can get far away from Jun Changxiao, even a nine-deaths-one-life situation doesn’t matter!” Young Master Yuan thought to himself.
…
“Ding! Host declared war on Lingyuan Continent within the allotted time, led the masses to achieve final victory, meeting the defining conditions. Epic quest complete, completion rate one hundred percent. Host receives twenty thousand contribution points!”
“Ding! Sect contribution points: ninety thousand out of seventy thousand.”
“Ding! Sect contribution points overflow…”
Jun Changxiao, who had just walked into the great hall, heard the prompt and shook his head, “As expected, casualties were too heavy—only one hundred percent completion.”
He rubbed his hands together and sat in the chair.
Assuming an extremely flashy posture to welcome the rewards that would come from completing two epic quests!
“Ding! Congratulations to Host for completing Epic Quest Nine. Received Holy-Grade Constitution Transformation Liquid times five, Holy-Grade Sword Path Aptitude Liquid times one, Supreme-Grade Dragon Fang Blade Formula times one, Supreme-Grade Dragon Fang Bow Formula times one, Supreme-Grade Dragon Fang Spear Formula times one, New Seal-Breaking Talisman times one.”
“Ding! Congratulations to Host for completing Epic Quest Ten. Received Holy-Grade Constitution Transformation Liquid times two, Holy-Grade Sword Path Aptitude Liquid times one, Seven Mysterious Radiant Breaking Incomplete Manual Three purchase right times one.”
Jun Changxiao was overjoyed.
The settlement rewards for the two epic quests actually gave seven bottles of Holy-Grade Constitution Transformation Liquid and two bottles of Sword Path Aptitude Liquid—couldn’t be better!
The three weapon formulas named Dragon Fang, since they reached the Supreme-Grade level, must definitely be stronger than the High-Grade True Yang Set!
And Seven Mysterious Radiant Breaking Incomplete Manual Three! The sect currently had two books. Buying the third one and cultivating it successfully would surely make it even more powerful!
The Seal-Breaking Talisman went without saying.
As the currently strongest trump card, having one more meant one more chance for a crazy grass-cutting spree!
“Nice!”
“Perfect!”
Jun Changxiao smiled brilliantly.
“Whoosh—”
Just then, the spiritual energy within his spiritual core suddenly contracted sharply, then transformed toward an even purer state.
Jun Changxiao sat down cross-legged and said, “About to break through to Sword-Martial Dual Saint.”
Every time an epic quest was completed, he would break through to a higher level, so he was already used to it. Though he felt a bit excited, he wouldn’t jump up and down.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Inside the spiritual core, the spiritual energy representing the martial path began to evolve. First expanding, then rapidly contracting, transforming into even more solid and pure energy.
Shortly after.
The energy transformation completed.
Jun Changxiao felt that his power… the increase didn’t seem too obvious, so he asked in puzzlement, “What’s going on?”
“Ding! Detected that Host’s sword path cultivation hasn’t reached requirements. Realm will be unable to advance.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao wasn’t panicked. He took out Holy-Grade Sword Path Aptitude Liquid from his spatial ring and then drank it down in one gulp. The taste was still similar to Tsingtao Pure Draft Beer.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
After the sword path level increased, the sword path attribute within the spiritual core began to transform. When it reached its peak, the two streams of sword and martial energy suddenly exploded, transforming into ripples that radiated outward.
“Hm?”
Ye Xingchen, who had just returned to his quarters, felt the aura emanating from the main peak and said in surprise, “He… is about to break through again?”
“The Sect Master is about to break through!”
Elder Ding and the others also sensed the advancement momentum, their eyes showing surprise and delight.
Lu Qianqian stood outside the courtyard, looking at the ripples radiating from the main hall, thinking to herself, “Did he originally have Martial Saint cultivation?”
Over these past few years, Jun Changxiao had broken through too frequently—so frequently that she had always suspected he was deliberately suppressing his realm, then releasing it at fixed intervals to create the illusion of ‘I’ve broken through again’ for others.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
The two streams of sword and martial energy continued in the stronghold for half an hour before beginning to converge inward.
“Ding! Congratulations to Host for breaking through to Martial Saint.”
“Ding! Congratulations to Host for breaking through to Sword Saint.”
When everything calmed down, the camera turned to the great hall, only to find Jun Changxiao had vanished into thin air.
“Alas.”
Suddenly, a sigh came from the rooftop.
Jun Changxiao crouched on the roof ridge, hands pillowed on his thighs, fingers interlaced. Like an expert who had experienced countless trials, he looked at the camera with melancholy and said, “Please call me Sword-Martial Dual Saint. Thank you.”
System: “…”
Just reaching the Saint level and already so smug—if he broke through to Emperor level, wouldn’t he fly to the heavens?
“Buzz—”
Space rippled, and Jun Changxiao vanished again.
When the camera turned, it discovered this guy had already appeared outside the stronghold, his eyes burning with fervor as he said, “After breaking through, my comprehension of spatial power has grown stronger. Instantaneous movement takes no effort at all!”
At the Half-Saint level, one only had preliminary comprehension of space. At the Martial Saint level, one could truly utilize space skillfully—with a single thought, one could traverse hundreds of li or even farther.
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao became playful and frequently traversed in and out of the stronghold.
Initially starting at dozens of li, it gradually extended to over a hundred li, until finally… he collapsed exhausted on the steps of the main hall.
“Huff huff!”
“Huff huff huff—”
Dog Leftover lay on the steps, breathing heavily, “So exhausting!”
“Nonsense!”
The system said, “Playing like this, of course you’ll be exhausted.”
Spatial power was limited after all and couldn’t withstand crazy consumption.
“How strong am I now?” Jun Changxiao began to ponder.
The system estimated, “With Host’s current First-Grade Martial Saint strength, defeating Second or Third Grade shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
“Only crossing two or three grades?” Jun Changxiao wasn’t satisfied.
The system said, “At the Wutu and Wushi levels, the difference between grades might only be a few hundred or thousand jin. But once you reach the Martial Saint stage, a single grade difference is as vast as heaven and earth.”
“Of course.”
“I’m also just estimating. Your true strength still needs to be determined through actual combat.”
It didn’t dare speak too definitively, lest the host could actually defeat Fourth or Fifth Grade Martial Saints, which would be like slapping itself in the face again.