The Xuanyuan Realm was very large—accommodating the living beings of a Lower Realm plane was incredibly easy, so bringing in the Soul Clan wasn’t a problem.
This was for those related to Jun Changxiao. Others who wanted to enter simply couldn’t.
Of course.
Closing off the realm and isolating it wasn’t a wise move in the long run.
On the way to the Upper Realm, Jun Changxiao began considering that in the future, once the plane developed and became strong, they could completely establish an Immigration Bureau specifically responsible for managing immigrants.
Want to become a lawful resident certified by my Eternal Sect? Fine, pay up.
The System complained, “Host, this isn’t developing a sect anymore, this is developing a plane. Might as well rename it the Eternal Strongest Realm.”
“Bullshit!”
Jun Changxiao said, “My Eternal Sect sits in the Xuanyuan Realm, how is that not developing the sect?”
“Moreover.”
“Whether the Xuanyuan Realm can resound throughout the universe in the future still depends on this seat’s sect, doesn’t it?”
“…”
The System was left speechless.
Indeed, whether a plane was strong or not didn’t solely depend on heaven and earth attributes, but also required support from top experts and various forces.
The Eternal Sect was located here, and its rise and fall would directly affect the Xuanyuan Realm’s rise and fall, so it was still a sect-building story, not a plane-building story.
“In the future when I have a son, he can inherit not just a sect, but also a plane—a proper second-generation rich!” Jun Changxiao said.
“Pfft!”
The System laughed.
A steel idiot actually thinking about offspring—why doesn’t he just ascend to heaven?
However, thinking carefully, with Gou Sheng’s personality, if he really had a son, when he grew old and had no more desires, he might very well call his son over and solemnly tell him: this sect, this plane—I’m entrusting them to you, your old man is off.
Uh.
Even if it happened, it would probably… be another book, another story.
The synopsis was already thought out: Little Gou Zi was still in swaddling clothes when his father heartlessly abandoned him. Watch how a child awakens his martial uncles and aunts, senior brothers and sisters from their slumber one by one, leading them on a journey to find his dad. Title: “Dog Dad Pits His Son” or “Little Gou Zi Looks for Daddy.”
“What are you thinking about?”
Just then, Hua Meigui asked.
Jun Changxiao, still deep in thought, blurted out, “Thinking about my son.”
I swear to heaven, this was absolutely habitual thinking, absolutely not Gou Sheng’s true intention, so when he said it, he immediately realized something was wrong and nearly raised his hand to frantically slap his own face.
Hua Meigui was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and said coquettishly, “Who wants to bear your son?”
“A slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue!”
Jun Changxiao hastily explained, “I was thinking about Xingchen’s son!”
“What does Ye Xingchen have to do with this!”
The System roared, “Even if he has a son, it’s his business to think about, why are you thinking about it!”
“Are you hungry?”
Hua Meigui said, “Shall I make you something to eat?”
Jun Changxiao looked astonished. “You can cook?”
This woman was very capable—after all, she had once managed an entire clan—but the sect’s cooking was all handled by Liu Wanshi, and he’d never seen her in the kitchen.
“In you men’s eyes, shouldn’t women being able to cook be a given?” Hua Meigui said.
Jun Changxiao detected an undertone in her words and quickly stated, “For the record, I have absolutely no discrimination against you women!”
“Then what are you standing there for?”
Hua Meigui said, “Hurry to the dining hall, the food is getting cold.”
“It’s already made?”
“Mm.”
Traveling to the Upper Realm took time, and Jun Changxiao rarely cultivated anyway. Since he had nothing better to do, he went to the dining hall.
Because there were no high-ranking members or disciples on the warship, the huge dining hall had only two people, looking very empty, yet also looking very… romantic.
“Snap!”
Hua Meigui placed a dish on the table and smiled. “I learned this from Wanshi—spicy fish head, your favorite.”
Have to say.
The aroma wafted over, full of spice.
Jun Changxiao’s appetite was whetted. He picked up chopsticks to take some, but what he pulled out made him collapse. “Big sister, you didn’t even scrape off the fish scales? What kind of dish is this!”
“The scales need to be scraped off too?”
“Obviously! When you eat fish, have you ever seen fish scales?”
“I don’t eat fish.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao’s expression became spectacular.
No wonder every time Liu Wanshi made fish-related dishes, she didn’t even glance at them before ignoring them.
Fine, fine.
Since she had personally cooked, he had to give her face no matter what—after all, as Sect Master, he couldn’t hurt a subordinate’s feelings.
Jun Changxiao peeled away layer after layer of fish scales, picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes to savor it carefully.
Hua Meigui watched him with expectant eyes.
Her first time cooking, and for her husband to taste—naturally she cared very much.
“Not bad, not bad.”
After a moment, Jun Changxiao nodded. “Tastes excellent.”
Hua Meigui’s face bloomed with a brilliant smile. Gone was that noble temperament, more like a little schoolgirl who was overjoyed at receiving praise.
“Heavens!”
Jun Changxiao thought inwardly, “This is absolutely hell-level dark cuisine!”
Fish scales not even scraped off—how could it taste good?
But at this moment, Gou Sheng had to give it a good review, lest he damage her self-esteem.
“If it’s good, have some more.” Hua Meigui pushed the dish over.
“…”
Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched slightly.
That day.
Gou Sheng went to the bathroom a total of thirty-six times, until he walked out, hands against the wall, legs weak, howling, “This isn’t spicy fish head, this is spicy poison…”
Everyone has shortcomings.
Like Jun Changxiao being tone-deaf and singing off-key.
Especially since Hua Meigui wasn’t human, she had absolutely no talent for cooking. Even if Liu Wanshi taught her hand-by-hand, she might not necessarily get it.
“Here! Sweet and sour carp!”
“Here, Four-Joy Meatballs!”
After receiving Jun Changxiao’s ‘praise’ and ‘recognition,’ Hua Meigui immersed herself in cooking and couldn’t extricate herself. For the entire journey to the Upper Realm, she was completely in charge of three meals a day.
Gou Sheng faced the camera, tears streaming down his face. “Bros, I’m having such a hard time, I’m under so much pressure lately!”
…
Upper Realm.
After Jun Changxiao left with his disciples, it became exceptionally peaceful.
Actually, before Gou Sheng came, it had always been very quiet. The various waves that followed were all directly or indirectly related to him.
“Wait a moment!”
At the Extreme Dao Cave Mansion, Qiye Zhenren was about to make a move when Tonggu Zhenren interrupted him, then removed a piece he’d placed earlier and put it in another position.
This was taking back a move.
“I say!”
Qiye Zhenren looked at him. “Can you have some shame?”
“You took back a move one hundred and twenty times yesterday, I’ve only taken back one hundred and three times today.” Tonggu Zhenren said nonchalantly.
“…”
Qiye Zhenren slapped the board, shattering it. “I’m not playing anymore!”
This was destroying the game.
“If you don’t want to play, then don’t.”
Tonggu Zhenren stood up and walked out of the cave mansion, raising his head to look at the firmament, his thoughts myriad. “I wonder if that disciple of mine is causing trouble out there?”
“Whether he causes trouble or not, you’re not the one taking the blame.” Qiye Zhenren said.
Tonggu Zhenren shook his head. “That guy left, and though it’s been peaceful, I actually miss him a bit.”
“Master.”
“I’m back.”
Suddenly, a voice came to his ear.
Tonggu Zhenren’s expression froze, then he turned around to look. He saw Jun Changxiao crouching on the outdoor chess platform, grinning at him.
At that moment.
His first reaction was:
This guy didn’t cause trouble outside and deliberately come find me to take the blame, did he!
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