Yes.
The Eternal Sect was weak.
Yes.
Jun Changxiao had just broken through to First Revolution and hadn’t even passed the stabilization phase. Forget facing Third Revolution—even facing Second Revolution he might get completely destroyed.
But this didn’t mean the newly arrived Eternal Sect was a soft persimmon anyone could knead, because the sect had Black and White Rakshasa, two great guardians stationed there!
The two brothers returned to the Upper Realm, no longer constrained by Heavenly Dao. After one night’s recuperation, their realm and strength had completely recovered.
Because Old Man Taixuan’s strength was Third Revolution, the Core Rotation Realm experts sent by Sword-Wielding Profound Sect, Blade-Commanding Profound Sect and other forces were also at this level. So when Jun Changxiao called out the two guardians to support the scene, everyone was immediately pushed back by their aura.
As the saying goes, a woman three years older holds a golden brick; each revolution difference is like a mountain between realms.
Black and White Rakshasa had reached the Core Rotation Realm’s second tier and were infinitely close to the third tier’s Sixth Revolution. Facing several Third Revolutions, they could completely be described as ‘grandpas.’
“Come on.”
White Rakshasa smiled, “We two will play with you.”
Before Jin Hao, he seemed very insignificant. But encountering those with lower realms than himself, he immediately became prestigious.
Black Rakshasa said coldly, “Daring to cause trouble for my Eternal Sect—you must be tired of living.”
The martial artists from various sects, intimidated by the powerful aura, had very interesting expressions. But in their hearts, they were mostly utterly baffled—why would a sect that just experienced the lightning array and ascended have two Sixth Revolutions?
This showed that they’d seen yesterday’s events. So why did they still dare to cause trouble? Didn’t they consider that withstanding the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Array meant extremely formidable strength?
Actually, breaking through the array couldn’t be equated with actual strength, because it was merely Heavenly Dao’s obstruction.
For example, if a mortal realm martial artist successfully transcended tribulation and came to the Upper Realm, would they be treated as an important figure?
No—that was a mandatory procedure. So no matter how earth-shaking the tribulation, arriving here they were still no different from novices.
In fact, Jun Changxiao withstanding thousands of tribulations was very terrifying. But at this moment in the Upper Realm, without using super-powerful trump cards, he really didn’t pose much threat.
If strength wasn’t enough, could he still act tough?
No!
He could still find helpers!
With two sworn brothers standing at the mountain foot, Gou Sheng the Sect Master was immediately elevated.
“So there are experts assisting—no wonder you’re so unscrupulous!”
Though the situation was extremely unfavorable, the Sword-Wielding Profound Sect expert remained calm, cupping his hands: “Green mountains unchanged, clear waters flowing long, we’ll meet again in the martial world…”
“Bang!”
White Rakshasa punched over, hammering him staggering backward.
Jun Changxiao sat in the chair Xiao Zuiji had prepared, saying coldly, “You all entered my Eternal Sect’s territory without greeting and wantonly destroyed public formation facilities. Forget meeting again in the martial world—how about we meet in prison instead.”
Black Rakshasa understood what little brother meant. So he stopped acting tough and posturing, directly erupting his cultivation and charging over. Three strikes, five divisions—he knocked down all the martial artists from various sects.
The entire process wasn’t described because it was exactly like an adult beating up a group of small children.
White Rakshasa was a bit more playful, raising his fist and repeatedly hammering at the Sword-Wielding Profound Sect expert. Because he maintained just the right force, the opponent could only be pummeled backward step by step, finally landing on the ground with a “thud.”
“Pity.”
Seeing the troublemakers from various sects all dealt with, Jun Changxiao shook his head, “They came to cause trouble but didn’t trigger a side quest.”
Gou Sheng had returned to the mindset from when he first developed the sect—his mind full of thoughts like how do I make money, how do I get contribution points.
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Heavenly Origin Prison Tower.
Zhao Doudou, sitting in the surveillance room, looked utterly depressed.
Because of ascending to the Upper Realm, Jun Changxiao left all the prisoners in Xingyun Continent. The nine prisons were completely empty, leaving him, a deputy warden, with absolutely nothing to do.
“Alas.”
Er Ya, propping up her small face, sighed, “So boring.”
As a spirit with discipline-focused attributes, suddenly having no prisoners to discipline made her days exceptionally dull and monotonous.
On the other hand, Dai Lü sat cross-legged nearby, focusing his mind on cultivation.
Numbered 100,000, though he’d joined the Eternal Sect, he wasn’t released but instead stayed in the prison responsible for cleaning.
Purple Lin Demon King, He Wudi, and Ye Xingchen were called the Brain-Supplementing Trio. Er Ya, Zhao Doudou, and Dai Lü could also be called the Prison Trio.
“Creak.”
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
Su Xiaomo, Li Fei and others carried in the martial artists from various sects—bruised, swollen, foaming at the mouth—grinning, “Junior Brother Zhao, Sect Master knew you were bored and specially sent some guests.”
With these words, Zhao Doudou and Er Ya, previously like salted fish, instantly revived at full status and immediately rushed out of the surveillance room. Carefully examining the dozens of sect martial artists, they exclaimed excitedly, “Senior Brother, the quality is excellent!”
“Of course.”
Su Xiaomo said seriously, “According to Sect Master, these are all Profound-rank sect experts. Their strength crushes upper-tier Void-Breaking Realm like it’s child’s play.”
“Really?”
Zhao Doudou immediately walked over, half-squatting before the martial artists, facing Li Shangtian with a ‘V’ hand gesture, “Then we must quickly take a commemorative photo with the Upper Realm big shots.”
“Click!”
The shutter pressed, the photo appeared.
Thus, the newly arrived Eternal Sect hadn’t officially opened for business yet, but Heavenly Origin Prison Tower welcomed its first batch of prisoners.
As deputy warden, Zhao Doudou was undoubtedly a life winner, because though his strength was mediocre, the prisoners he oversaw were all major realms above him.
…
In the great hall.
Jun Changxiao said seriously, “Two brothers, how strong are Sword-Wielding Profound Sect and Blade-Commanding Profound Sect? And what backing do they have?”
“Though the two sects focus on sword dao and blade dao respectively and have some strength, their status in the Upper Realm isn’t very high. Even if they have backing, it wouldn’t be too significant.” Black Rakshasa said.
“Then I’m relieved.”
Jun Changxiao rubbed his chin, murmuring, “For Profound-rank sects, Third Revolution Core Rotation Realm should be very precious, right? What price should we set for having them come ransom people?”
“…”
Black and White Rakshasa’s lips twitched.
They finally understood why after dealing with the various sect martial artists, little brother had imprisoned them instead—turns out he planned to have their sects pay ransom.
The two had come to the mortal plane basically entering the late-stage mortal plot. At that time, the Eternal Sect could contend with the entire Xingyun Continent, so they disdained doing certain things. Thus the brothers had barely seen this before.
But now Jun Changxiao and the sect were like a wild wolf that hadn’t eaten for several days. As long as there was prey to fill their stomachs, they’d definitely find ways and use any means to pounce.
Simply put, it was just returning to the old trade.
“Two brothers, how many profound stones do you think would be appropriate to have those sects pay to ransom people?”
“At least 100,000?”
Black and White Rakshasa had no experience in this area and couldn’t give accurate price positioning.
“Good!”
Jun Changxiao slapped his thigh, “Decided! 100,000 for each upper-tier Void-Breaking Realm, 1 million for each Third Revolution Core Rotation Realm!”
“…”
Black and White Rakshasa’s lips twitched as they thought, “Little brother is way too ruthless!”
No choice.
Everything was for better survival.
Of course, doing ransom business in the Upper Realm carried risks. To ensure sect safety, Jun Changxiao continued studying the manual Old Man Taixuan gave him, actively modifying and deploying the formation systems throughout Eternal Immortal Mountain. If the opponents relied on martial force to demand people, worst case—tear up the tickets!
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