Combat consumes both physical energy and spiritual power, so Jun Changxiao naturally wasn’t willing to keep fighting endlessly. But if you add some money to the deal, he’d certainly be happy to oblige.

As the ancients said, money can make even a dog push a millstone—this saying wasn’t false in the slightest.

Of course, Jun Changxiao wasn’t deliberately trying to scam money. If someone wanted to spar and learn from him, and he was setting aside time to be their practice partner, wasn’t it reasonable to charge a fee?

“What wager?” Gong Baiyu asked.

“Whoever loses pays.”

“I don’t have money.”

From the title “Sword Demon” alone, one could tell that Gong Baiyu was probably like Zhou Hong—completely intoxicated with the Sword Dao and unable to extricate himself. He definitely didn’t have much money on hand.

“If you don’t have money, martial resources work too.”

Jun Changxiao viewed gold and silver as dirt, but regarded Spirit Stones as treasures.

A powerful expert snorted coldly: “From your tone, it sounds like if we martial artists from the御天界 (Yutian Realm) fight you, we’re guaranteed to lose?”

“Of course not.”

Jun Changxiao waved his hand and retrieved one hundred thousand Immortal Stones from his spatial ring, saying: “This is this seat’s wager. Whoever wins can take it.”

Apart from giving Xie Lingxiao one million Immortal Stones, Dog Leftovers rarely took them out, which showed that today he was truly going to work as a sparring partner.

“Tch.”

That powerful expert looked on with disdain: “You have the nerve to use these second-grade Spirit Stones as a wager?”

“…”

Jun Changxiao appeared speechless on the surface, but inside he was grinning like a dog.

The highest grade Immortal Stones from the upper realm were merely second-grade here, which meant there were also first-grade, super-grade, absolute-grade, sacred-grade, and divine-grade!

“…”

The system said: “You’re really thinking too much!”

“Fine!”

Jun Changxiao raised his sword and declared: “Whoever defeats this seat gets this sword!”

After defeating Li Yanchang, martial artists from all sides had been staring fixedly at the Supreme Immortal Sword without looking away, so he decided to use it as the wager!

Sure enough.

Everyone’s eyes lit up.

The War Pattern Tiger Spear was already one of the top-tier weapons in the Yutian Realm, yet it had been easily severed, which proved his weapon’s grade was extremely high. If they could possess it, they would definitely be like a tiger with added wings!

For these powerful experts, the temptation of martial resources was far inferior to that of supreme equipment and treasures.

“Are you certain?” Gong Baiyu asked.

The others merely coveted the Supreme Immortal Sword’s body, but he coveted its soul.

“Certain.”

Jun Changxiao replied seriously.

“However!” He hurriedly added: “Please produce a wager of equal value to this sword.”

I’m putting up a divine weapon—you can’t just offer a brick in return.

“…”

Gong Baiyu fell into brief silence, then casually tossed over a spatial ring, saying: “Inside are one million first-grade Spirit Stones. If you defeat me, they’re yours.”

Sword cultivators didn’t really need this type of martial resource, so these had been slowly accumulated over thousands of years.

First-grade?

Jun Changxiao’s spiritual sense merged with the spatial ring. The moment he approached the mountain of Spirit Stones, he immediately felt extremely intense heavenly and earthly attributes.

“So fragrant!”

“It’s dozens of times stronger than Immortal Stones—of course it’s fragrant!”

Jun Changxiao was overjoyed.

With such powerful martial resources, if he gave them to his disciples to absorb, their breakthrough speed would definitely increase dramatically!

Here!

I came to the right place!

“Alright!”

“Let’s begin.”

Jun Changxiao lowered his head, then when he raised it again into the camera view, he had already tied on a headband inscribed with the words ‘Eternal Strongest Sparring Partner.’

Martial artists from all sides: “…”

The system roared: “The serious atmosphere we finally built up has been turned into ridiculous comedy style by this guy again!”

…

Wind.

Blew and blew.

Two people stood in the open wilderness.

They were separated by ten zhang, neither speaking, the atmosphere especially solemn and cold.

“Ahh.”

A martial artist yawned.

The nearby powerful experts were either trimming their nails or sitting together chatting idly.

Against such a serious backdrop, they were so casual because Jun Changxiao and Gong Baiyu had been standing in the clearing for two hours already, yet still hadn’t made a move!

“Back in the day.”

A certain powerful expert reminisced about the past, saying: “My master asked whether I wanted to cultivate the Martial Dao or the Sword Dao. I decisively chose the Martial Dao, because sword cultivator battles are just too damn boring!”

“Sigh.”

Someone said: “If I’d known, I would have issued the challenge first!”

“Sword cultivators don’t compete in spiritual power.” The Daoist-robed elder said solemnly: “If I’m not mistaken, their sword intents should have already clashed several hundred rounds in the air!”

Everyone became serious.

“Huff! Huff!”

Intermittent snoring sounds came through. Jun Changxiao’s head slowly drooped down, with a bubble hanging from his nose.

“He…”

The Yutian Realm martial artists aligned in neat rows, transforming into Roaring Emperors as they shouted: “He fell asleep!”

“Clang!”

Just then, Gong Baiyu slapped his palm against his sword body. Hearing a ‘hum’ sound, the giant sword burst from its sheath with a roar, and an extremely heavy aura instantly permeated the area.

“Step!”

He strode forward with large steps, both palms pressing against the sword hilt, declaring: “A heavy sword has no edge, great skill appears clumsy!”

“Whoosh!”

In an instant, dust flew up from beneath his feet, and the space behind him rapidly twisted into a vortex shape. From within gushed forth a heavy sword momentum that gradually enveloped the weighty great sword, looking extremely magnificent and imposing!

Swords are primarily about sharpness.

However, the sword technique Gong Baiyu displayed emanated a steady, stable aura—it didn’t seem like a sword, but more like a blade capable of destroying heaven and earth!

“Whoosh!”

The giant sword shrouded in heavy aura shot forth. Because it traveled close to the ground, it immediately churned up grass and soil. From a distance, it looked like it blocked out the sky and covered the sun!

“He’s attacking!”

“This aura! Truly worthy of being the Sword Demon!”

Everyone exclaimed in admiration.

However, looking toward Jun Changxiao, they found this fellow still had his head lowered, and their expressions became colorful.

Big brother!

Did you come here to fight or to sleep!

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

The giant sword shot forth, leaving deep, long trenches in the ground wherever it passed!

Jun Changxiao remained in a drowsy, sleepy state throughout. But just as the violent and heavy sword tip pressed down, he instantly regained full alertness. The Supreme Immortal Sword that had been stuck in the ground was now horizontal before him, his gaze revealing rare seriousness and solemnity!

“Ding——”

At the same time, the giant sword’s tip and the Immortal Sword’s body violently collided, erupting with dazzling electric sparks.

“Deng deng deng!”

The powerful impact force compelled Jun Changxiao’s body to explosively retreat backward, but his serious gaze flickered with excitement, and the blood throughout his body seemed to ignite.

This person!

Is much stronger than that previous one!

“Clang!” He suddenly swung the Supreme Immortal Sword, sending both swords flying together.

“Sizzle sizzle sizzle!”

Jun Changxiao supported himself with one hand on the ground as his body’s inertia slid backward for dozens of zhang. After stabilizing, both feet suddenly exerted force, and his entire person immediately charged forward, the process like a startled swan or swimming dragon.

Lifting, pressing, pausing, thrusting—his brush strokes like wind and thunder!

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Jun Changxiao rushed before Gong Baiyu and rose into the air, shouting: “Sword, come!”

“Whoosh——” The Supreme Immortal Sword that had flown out together with the giant sword sensed its master’s summons and instantly traced a beautiful arc as it flew back spinning.

“Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!”

“Whoosh whoosh!”

The moment Jun Changxiao grasped the sword hilt, his body was rapidly enveloped by sword qi, transforming into a white radiance capable of piercing heaven and earth.

Breaking the attack, launching his own attack.

Flowing like clouds and water, accomplished in one breath!

“Whoosh——” In the blink of an eye, violent winds howled in the area where Gong Baiyu stood, dust filled the air. When everything settled down, Jun Changxiao stood ten zhang behind him, the Supreme Immortal Sword in his hand still glowing with residual light.

The Yutian Realm martial artists were dumbfounded.

The entire process took a long time to describe, but actually occurred in the flash of lightning and flint!

“Too fast!”

“Couldn’t see it clearly at all!”

Just then, those with sharp eyes discovered that several strands of hair on Gong Baiyu’s forehead had detached. They saw him smile bitterly and say: “I’ve lost.”

“You concede.”

Jun Changxiao sheathed his sword, his expression indifferent.

As for the spatial ring Gong Baiyu had given in advance, he naturally accepted it with a clear conscience.

“Swish!”

The battle had just ended when a burly middle-aged man descended, producing something resembling a wreath, saying: “This is a supreme Soul Ring from the Yuhun Realm. It’s worth one million first-grade Spirit Stones. Can it serve as a wager?”

“…”

Jun Changxiao was instantly speechless.

The item the other party produced looked quite good, but compared to first-grade Spirit Stones…

Wait!

Why does that woman’s expression look dazed?

“Husband…” Hua Meigui transmitted emotionally: “The aura emanating from this Soul Ring… is identical to my Soul Clan’s soul power!”

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