Steward Han’s one statement awakened Mo Kaiyin, who decided to use money to resolve the grudge with the Eternal Sect.

“Alright.”

Jun Changxiao agreed.

This guy’s biggest weakness was being money-grubbing.

When he came, he clearly intended to give the Soaring Blade Profound Sect a lesson, but hearing they’d compensate, he immediately compromised.

Sigh.

Also counts as showing mercy where mercy is due.

“He~tui!”

The system couldn’t stand watching.

“How about this.”

Jun Changxiao said, “This seat isn’t an unreasonable person. The Imperial Sword Profound Sect compensated one billion profound stones. Your Soaring Blade Profound Sect can give the same amount.”

He didn’t open his mouth too wide—after all, this business required following rules.

Mo Kaiyin’s mouth twitched, “Sect Master Jun, this one billion is a bit too much. My sect can’t produce it.”

“No problem.”

Jun Changxiao pointed at the plaque inscribed with “Soaring Blade Profound Sect,” saying, “This seat will smash that, and it can reduce nine hundred million.”

Some readers might supplement in the chapter comments: Smash it, smash hard.

However, Mo Kaiyin wouldn’t agree, because the plaque equaled a sect’s dignity. Having it smashed was equivalent to being viciously trampled on.

“Give!”

“I’ll give!”

Two quarters of an hour later, Mo Kaiyin walked out carrying several spatial rings. Inside were quite a few profound stones, but not enough to reach one billion, so he could only use beast cores, ores, and other items to make up the difference.

Jun Changxiao accepted them, saying, “Our two sects’ grievances are settled.”

With that said, he led everyone aboard the warship to leave.

However, just after flying out from above the Soaring Blade Profound Sect’s mountain, he declared loudly, “Today the Imperial Sword Profound Sect and Soaring Blade Profound Sect each gifted this seat one billion profound stones. From now on, they are allied relations. Anyone who dares oppress them is making an enemy of my Eternal Sect!”

His voice rippled through the sky, audible clearly for thousands of miles around.

“My god!”

The system exclaimed, “New tactic?”

The conflicts between Jun Changxiao and the two Profound-rank sects weren’t big or small. Since they were willing to compensate, he naturally had to give some benefits.

As for why he’d protect them, he was also inspired by the honorary medal.

What the Boundary Hall can do, my Eternal Sect can also do. What the Boundary Hall can’t do, my Eternal Sect can still do!

“…”

Mo Kaiyin collapsed powerlessly before the main hall.

One billion profound stones, in exchange for one painless statement—simply a huge loss!

Circle his thoughts—this will be on the test later.

—

“Screech!”

The Tonggu Warship flew out from the Soaring Blade Profound Sect, stopping near Steward Han. Jun Changxiao standing at the prow smiled faintly, “Sorry, you made another wasted trip.”

“…”

“In my view, your Boundary Hall doesn’t really need to issue any medals, because you fundamentally lack any ability to protect them.” Possibly due to his dislike of the Boundary Hall, this guy spoke without holding back, each sentence like a knife stabbing into Steward Han’s heart.

“Boy!”

“The road is still very long. Don’t be too arrogant!”

Steward Han clenched his fists.

“The martial dao has no end. No one knows where the destination lies.” Jun Changxiao said, “All things will gradually disappear into history’s long river, becoming an insignificant speck of dust.”

Hearing this, various martial artists all admired this boy’s audacity, daring to mock that the Boundary Hall would have a day of extinction!

How could Steward Han not hear it? He sneered coldly, “Han would prefer not to see Sect Master Jun become a speck of dust in history’s long river.”

“Don’t worry.”

Jun Changxiao said, “At least before you.”

“You…”

“Just joking, just joking.”

Jun Changxiao shrugged, “The sect still has internal affairs to handle. I’ll take my leave first!”

“Whoosh!”

The Tonggu Warship turned into a streak of light, disappearing into the sky.

Watching the lingering afterimage filling the heavens, Steward Han angrily clenched his fists, “Boy, you better not have any leverage fall into our Boundary Hall’s hands. Otherwise, even with Tonggu Zhenren backing you, he can’t save you!”

—

“Ding! Successfully visited the Imperial Sword Profound Sect and Soaring Blade Profound Sect, two Profound-rank sects. Obtained 1000 Sect Reputation Points.”

“Ding! Sect Reputation Points: 1000.”

“Hmm?”

On the return journey, hearing the notification in his ear, Jun Changxiao said in surprise, “How did I get reputation points?”

“Very simple.”

The system said, “Sects need to communicate and interact with each other, so when host visits them, it naturally increases reputation.”

“Is that so?”

Jun Changxiao’s eyes lit up, “I’ll have to communicate and interact more with other sects in the future.”

“…”

The system was speechless.

What it meant was forcefully oppressing or extorting, making the other party feel apprehensive, thereby increasing sect reputation and prestige. If he frequently went to communicate and interact, he’d definitely become a rat crossing the street.

—

Ultimate Dao Cave Mansion.

“Crash!”

Tonggu Zhenren suddenly swept all the chess pieces off the board.

Qiye Zhenren, who was contemplating his next move, stood up directly and roared, “This cheating is too blatant!”

About to win, yet directly sweeping the board—who could stand this operation!

“Old friend!”

Tonggu Zhenren’s expression was grave, “My mind is uneasy. I fear a great matter approaches!”

Originally still very angry, Qiye Zhenren immediately became serious, “Could it be the Demon Ancestor? Is he about to make a move?”

“I don’t know.”

Tonggu Zhenren said, “The unease grows stronger!”

“Could your disciple have gotten into some big trouble again?” Qiye Zhenren said.

“Impossible!”

Tonggu Zhenren said in a definitive tone, “Last time that boy was surrounded by various clans, the ominous premonition it brought was far from as strong as this time.”

Qiye Zhenren fell into deep thought.

Jun Changxiao stealing various clans’ eggs triggered a crisis that wasn’t small.

This unease was even greater than last time, so the problem must be more serious—it must relate to the Demon Ancestor.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”

Cold wind blew in. Dark clouds gathered.

Tonggu Zhenren and Qiye Zhenren looked up, saying in unison, “The weather is changing.”

—

A certain seclusion location.

A graceful figure sat cross-legged on a stone platform, black hair casually scattered. Because her back faced the camera, her appearance couldn’t be seen—only confirming she was a woman.

“Master.”

An aged voice came from outside.

At this moment, the camera slowly shifted to the front.

It was a woman around twenty years old. Using “devastating beauty” to describe her appearance felt somewhat pale and powerless.

Lu Qianqian was also very beautiful, but compared to her, fell a bit short—mainly in temperament.

Hua Meigui’s appearance and temperament weren’t inferior to this woman, but their beauty differed, each with their own artistic conception.

“What matter?”

Her dark brows slightly furrowed, adding several points of beauty.

This voice was somewhat familiar. Correct—it was Empress Ling Yao. Because of her seclusion, the mist gathered on her face didn’t exist, finally revealing her true appearance.

Tsk tsk.

Night Xingchen’s ex-girlfriend truly had stunning looks.

“Master!”

The hunched elder said, “Outside, the sky has changed. I fear a great matter will occur.”

“Oh.”

Empress Ling Yao responded, lightly waving her right hand. An array barrier appeared on the wall, displaying an image screen showing the sky with rolling dark clouds gathering, seemingly shrouding half the Upper Realm.

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