There’s a kind of acting called “becoming whatever you portray,” and there’s a kind of acting called “an eyesore to behold.”
Today, Jun Changxiao successfully demonstrated what it meant to have unwatchable acting skills, because it was simply too damn fake.
Tonggu Zhenren nearly coughed up blood.
What was this brat trying to pull? Deliberately making himself lose face?
Jun Changxiao’s intention was actually quite simple—he didn’t want to fight, because there were more important matters to handle, such as quickly informing the Ten Great Immortal Sects that powerful enemies would invade in three years.
But since his master insisted he spar with Guhong Zhenren’s disciple, then so be it. After all, it was just a friendly match—winning or losing didn’t matter.
Dog Sheng had truly changed.
If it were right after his rebirth to the Lower Realm, with his strength permitting, he would definitely have relished battle.
Of course, this black-robed person’s strength was indeed impressive. Just from the charging speed alone, it made him look forward to the battle at their ten-year appointment.
“Detestable fellow!” Guhong Zhenren’s face darkened. “You deliberately fell to the ground in surrender—are you looking down on my disciple?”
If Jun Changxiao had been defeated fair and square, he would have been gratified. But this eyesore of a performance felt like suffering a tremendous insult.
“Senior, please don’t misunderstand.”
Jun Changxiao said, “This junior simply doesn’t want to delay the meeting that’s about to begin.”
“Ding! Side quest triggered.”
“…”
Opening the data panel, the side quest read: Spar with Guhong Zhenren’s disciple and achieve victory.
“However.”
Jun Changxiao stood up, dusted off his clothes, and with an extremely serious expression and tone said, “If we must spar, then this junior can only accompany you to the end!”
At this moment.
Nothing in heaven or earth matters more than completing my quest!
“He~tui!” The system couldn’t help but spit.
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Before the quest, Jun Changxiao didn’t care, but now that there was a quest, he had to take it seriously. So the two stood in the plaza once more, and the atmosphere became solemn.
Warriors from various factions realized someone was about to fight, and they all gathered around to watch the excitement.
Combat was forbidden within Sacred City, but since those fighting were disciples of two Zhenren, they could only turn a blind eye.
“Come on.”
Jun Changxiao beckoned with his hand.
This time, the black-robed person didn’t immediately launch an offensive, because just now his own strike had been both swift and fierce, yet hadn’t harmed him in the slightest—his strength must be considerable.
You won’t come?
Then I’ll come!
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao charged forward using an unpredictable movement technique.
Guhong Zhenren said in surprise, “Lingxiaozi’s Lingxiao Remnant Shadow Art? How did this brat learn it?”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
At this moment, crisscrossing fist shadows spread across the plaza, making him increasingly astonished, because the techniques the opponent displayed all came from the Ethereal Seven Sages!
A satisfied smile appeared on Tonggu Zhenren’s face.
In the two years teaching this brat at the Extreme Dao Cave Mansion, the only thing that gratified him was that he had learned many martial techniques from his old friends, and could perfectly comprehend them all.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The black-robed person was no slouch either, dissolving the attacks with ease amidst the barrage of fist imprints.
The two sometimes engaged in close combat, sometimes clashed at range, presenting a very spectacular battle scene.
The watching warriors were somewhat dumbfounded.
The fighting style between these two wasn’t a life-and-death battle, but it was extremely pleasing to watch.
Artistry.
Pure artistry!
“Boom!”
Jun Changxiao and the black-robed person exchanged a punch, and he gracefully retreated several steps, a smile appearing on his face.
Since arriving in the Upper Realm, he had consistently devoted himself to sect development. Even when there were battles, they were nothing more than relying on cheats to push through directly. Today’s battle with this person was undoubtedly the most standard, most formal one.
“Friend.”
Jun Changxiao rolled up his sleeves and said, “I’m going to get serious now.”
“Tch.”
Guhong Zhenren sneered.
From the brief exchange just now, he could tell that his disciple and the opponent were evenly matched. Even if he got serious, so what? Could he ascend to heaven?
“Whoosh!”
At this moment, Jun Changxiao gathered True Spirit power in his palm and executed the sect’s mainstream martial technique, the Heaven-Crossing Palm Imprint. Spiritual energy roared out, rapidly coalescing in midair into a palm imprint with explosive momentum.
The palm imprint wasn’t too large at first, but as it pressed down toward the black-robed person, it suddenly expanded infinitely, like a small mountain covering down from above.
Guhong Zhenren was dumbfounded.
Tonggu Zhenren and Qiye Zhenren were also stunned.
The three top-tier experts realized the instant Jun Changxiao executed the Heaven-Crossing Palm Imprint that his realm had already reached peak Core Revolving Realm!
Just now he was at sixth or seventh revolution, how did he suddenly reach the peak!
The black-robed person with his protective mirror made it difficult to discern his cultivation or appearance. Jun Changxiao, who operated the Hidden Cultivation Art, similarly couldn’t be seen through as long as he didn’t deliberately unleash his cultivation!
Compete at hiding?
Sorry, I hide even deeper!
“Whoosh, whoosh!”
The Heaven-Crossing Palm Imprint condensed from True Spirit power pressed down with extremely strong momentum.
Facing a martial technique executed by someone at peak Core Revolving Realm, all the black-robed person could do was stand in place and pathetically receive it, because he couldn’t dodge and couldn’t shake it off.
However, just as the palm imprint was about to press down, it suddenly halted in front of his forehead, and the air current it formed directly sent him flying.
“…”
Guhong Zhenren’s face turned iron-blue.
Just relying on the momentum formed by the palm imprint alone could sweep his disciple away—this was truly a blow to his pride!
The black-robed person retreated dozens of steps before arduously stabilizing himself, then cupped his hands and transmitted a hoarse voice: “You win, I lose!”
“Ding! Side quest completed, obtained one million contribution points.”
“Ding! Sect contribution points: 1,940,000.”
That’s it?
Simply a free answer question!
Jun Changxiao withdrew the Heaven-Crossing Palm Imprint and cupped his hands: “I yield.”
Actually, if that palm strike had landed just now, the black-robed person would definitely have suffered severe injury, but he ultimately chose to hold back, because Guhong Zhenren had once helped him at the Eternal Sect.
“Sect Master Jun.”
The black-robed person said, “On the appointed day, let us battle again!”
This fellow’s voice was still very hoarse, sounding deliberately so.
“I don’t think it’s necessary.”
Jun Changxiao shrugged and said, “Whether sparring or battling, any opponent who loses to me will never have the possibility of reversal.”
These words were arrogant!
However, reviewing Dog Sheng’s entire journey of growth, it was indeed the case.
There had been many warriors stronger than him at the start, but once he caught up from behind, they were destined to be left behind, even increasingly so, only able to stand at the mountain’s foot gazing up at that towering figure.
For example, Qin Haoran of the Righteous Qi Sect. Back when Jun Changxiao was rising, he made things difficult for him in many ways. And now? He had already become the smallest existence among the masses. In contrast, Dog Sheng had ascended to the Upper Realm and begun competing with higher powers, continuing to write his own legend.
I.
Dog Sheng.
Allow you to be stronger than me.
But once I catch up, sorry, you’ll never be able to surpass me again.
“Is that so?”
The black-robed person’s words carried faint amusement, as if he didn’t acknowledge Jun Changxiao’s arrogance, and also as if he was certain he could defeat him on the day of their appointed battle.
“Disciple.”
Guhong Zhenren said coldly, “Victors only prove themselves through action, no need to waste words with him. We’re leaving.”
“Ptui.”
Tonggu Zhenren spat without class.
This was his own disciple winning the match. If it had been the other’s disciple who won, who knows how smug he’d be acting.
Watching Guhong Zhenren and his disciple disappear from view, Jun Changxiao thought to himself: “Why does this guy hide himself so thoroughly?”
The system said, “Perhaps he’s an acquaintance.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes and said, “With your jinx, he’s definitely not someone I know.”
He wouldn’t forget that this thing had once said the tenth Innate Demon Body might be an acquaintance, but it turned out to be a very pure passerby A. Although he and the others had all joined the Eternal Sect, to this day they still didn’t deserve to have names.
“This time I dare to be certain.”
The system said, “He must be an acquaintance, otherwise he wouldn’t deliberately hide his appearance and change his voice.”
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