The events at the Eternal Sect swept through the Upper Realm like a violent storm on the second day. Many cities erected imaging light screens broadcasting footage of the Eternal Sect’s battle with the Ten Great Immortal Sects, instantly leaving all martial artists dumbfounded.
“The Vermillion Bird King!”
When the massive fire-covered bird beast appeared on the light screens, it immediately triggered another wave of shocked exclamations.
Speaking of which.
From the camera angles, it appeared to be positioned within the Eternal Sect—who recorded it?
“Hehe.”
In the study, Li Shangtian placed photo after photo on the desk, grinning broadly: “This disciple not only captured the entire battle process with formation arrays but also took photographs of the Sect Master obliterating peak Truth-Seeking Realm experts.”
Not to mention.
This guy’s photography was quite professional.
In the photos, Gou Sheng held the Supreme Immortal Sword with maxed-out special effects, looking extremely imposing.
“Not bad.”
Jun Changxiao patted his shoulder: “That kid Jing Zhixiao deliberately faked his injuries. When the brand new Type 66 mecha is manufactured, you’ll be in charge of operating it.”
Li Shangtian was overjoyed and immediately declared loudly: “This disciple will absolutely not disappoint the Sect Master’s high expectations!”
He’d been coveting mechas for a long time and finally got his wish today!
However, when the news reached Jing Zhixiao’s ears, he immediately collapsed on the bed like mud, howling in his heart: “Someone must be jealous of my high appearance rate and said something bad about me to the Sect Master!”
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The battle footage played repeatedly in major cities throughout the Upper Realm. If one had to use a single word to describe the current world, it would be… exploded.
The Ten Great Immortal Sects, as the Upper Realm’s authority, dispatched a hundred thousand elites only to have none return—this was absolutely world-shaking!
“Ten Sect Masters, seven dead—too terrifying!”
“Even in dreams, you wouldn’t dare dream of such a thing, yet it happened yesterday!”
“What a pity, not being able to witness it personally—truly one of life’s great regrets.”
“After this battle, the Eternal Sect is probably going to soar!”
“Please remove the word ‘probably’—they’ve already soared!”
What were the Ten Great Immortal Sects?
The Upper Realm’s top dogs, unquestionable transcendent existences.
Their elite forces suffered crushing defeat at Eternal Immortal Mountain. What power in the current world could battle them?
If voting started right now to select the Upper Realm’s strongest sect, martial artists who’d watched the footage would unhesitatingly vote for the Eternal Sect!
No objections.
No problems.
…
“Ding! Host repelled the invading Ten Great Immortal Sects, triggering震动 throughout the Upper Realm. Reward: 10,000 Reputation Points.” As the news spread wider and wider, Jun Changxiao, inside the Eternal Sect, heard the notification sound.
“Are you kidding me!”
“I practically annihilated the Ten Great Immortal Sects and only get 10,000?”
From a gaming perspective, Immortal Sects in the Upper Realm were final boss level. Gou Sheng had eliminated seven Sect Masters and completely annihilated a hundred thousand elites. Getting such paltry Reputation Points made no sense either emotionally or logically.
“How much did you want?”
“At least a hundred million, no discount!”
“Dream on—you can achieve that in your sleep.”
“…”
Though Jun Changxiao felt depressed, he could only accept this reality. He then came to the great hall, summoning all high-level members: “Everyone ready?”
“Ready!”
Black and White Rakshasa and others replied in unison.
“Good.”
Jun Changxiao slapped the armrest: “In three days, follow me to Lingtian Immortal Sect!”
The saying goes: courtesy demands reciprocity. You invaded my Eternal Sect, so naturally I’ll visit your home and taste whether the tea is fragrant or not.
“You want to taste tea?”
The system said: “You’re craving their profound stones!”
…
Speaking of which, it was strange.
Given the Ten Great Immortal Sects’ current losses, they should pursue victory relentlessly. Why would Jun Changxiao specifically wait three days?
Two reasons.
First, he needed to give Upper Realm martial artists time to hurry to Lingtian Immortal Sect to watch the show.
Actually, the battle footage was deliberately spread to various cities by Jun Changxiao’s orders. The purpose was to make the sect famous and renowned. From the Reputation Points reward, the effect was decent.
This visit to the Ten Great Immortal Sects would naturally require bringing spectators. At minimum, they could serve as witnesses. Perhaps it would help complete the main quest.
The second reason was more solemn.
Although this battle with the Ten Great Immortal Sects hadn’t killed any disciples, several thousand were injured and several thousand Mowang soldiers died. They absolutely required proper burial to comfort their spirits in heaven.
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The next day.
In the drizzling mountain forest.
Jun Changxiao, dressed in black, stood in an open area. Before him were rows of tombstones, beneath which were buried Mowang soldiers who died for the Eternal Sect.
High-level members and disciples of the Eternal Sect stood in neat rows behind him, their faces without exception showing heavy expressions.
“Salute!”
“Swish! Swish!”
Everyone from the Eternal Sect performed high-standard military salutes in unison.
Jun Changxiao crouched down, placing one hand on a tombstone, his gaze solemn: “Though you have no names or surnames, you died because of my Eternal Sect. I will remember this in my heart and repay with the blood of the Ten Great Immortal Sects.”
The final words carried killing intent.
The Mowang soldiers hadn’t joined the sect, but that didn’t prevent Jun Changxiao from treating them as family. So those who died in the previous battle—the Immortal Sects must take responsibility!
This day.
The rain continued until deep night before stopping.
A faint sorrow hung over the entire sect.
…
“Husband, are you certain about going to find trouble with the Ten Great Immortal Sects?” In the study, Hua Meigui poured tea while inquiring.
Jun Changxiao clasped his hands together, his gaze cold: “I’m going to annihilate these sects.”
“When the Star Spirit Realm’s First Fleet invaded, the Ten Great Immortal Sects dispatched quite a few elder generation powerhouses. Their strength seems no weaker than your father’s. If you go knocking on their door, it will inevitably alarm them.” Hua Meigui said.
Although they’d annihilated a hundred thousand elites and killed seven Sect Masters, the threat couldn’t be completely eliminated because the Ten Great Immortal Sects still had old fossils in seclusion.
“I know.”
Jun Changxiao said: “That’s exactly why I need to take the initiative. At least I won’t have to worry about them attacking first.”
“I understand.”
Hua Meigui realized: “Husband wants to pull the battlefield to their doorstep.”
“Correct.”
Jun Changxiao rubbed his shiny head: “Always being on the defensive is really frustrating. We must shift to the offensive.”
Indeed.
Being attacked versus attacking others were completely different concepts.
“Why did your hair fall out again? Was it a wig before? I think this looks quite good—no need to deliberately hide it.”
“…”
“Wait!”
Jun Changxiao finally snapped back to awareness, roaring: “It’s already deep into the night—why are you still in my room!”
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