Black and White Wraiths from the upper realm with suppressed cultivation, one person fighting two, quickly abused the Four Starry Tyrants until they couldn’t take care of themselves.

These were two bugs.

Unless using absolute numbers to suppress, mortal plane warriors could hardly eliminate them.

However, such fierce supreme experts, having just smuggled into a low-level plane because they were watching the excitement, were instead brutally abused by a blackened Jun Changxiao—that was also… unlucky enough.

One of the Five Starry Tyrants dead, four injured, neatly arranged lying together—subordinates’ morale immediately scattered, fighting spirit definitely affected.

Normally, the tree falls and monkeys scatter.

But Jun Changxiao didn’t give them this opportunity, having long ordered Zhen Dejun to set up formations in the desolate plane.

The process was somewhat difficult.

Because the disciples’ battle would greatly affect spatial stability.

Zhen Dejun also bore enormous pressure, crazily burning brain cells to finally piece together a giant formation, completely sealing all subordinates who hadn’t managed to flee.

Li Qingyang and others’ eyes flashed with even stronger battle intent.

Fighting enemies from other starry spaces, every second gained various experience—an excellent training opportunity!

Can’t miss it!

Must go all out and fight!

Thus, an even more brutal battle unfolded within the formation.

Those Four Starry Tyrants’ subordinates without escape route, in order to survive, to live on, could only steel themselves to resist.

Though their numbers were many, they also included many with strength merely at Martial King level. Facing formidable Myriad Ancient Sect disciples, they could only wave goodbye before death, sending boxes.

In high-level combat power.

Like Martial Saint peak or Great Perfection level.

They had quite a few people, couldn’t be handled by Purple Lin Demon King alone.

No problem.

There was still Jun Changxiao.

Though this guy was watching the excitement, he constantly monitored the situation.

Any situation extremely unfavorable to disciples, he’d intervene first, even kill.

Black and White Wraiths also stood outside the formation, constantly watching the internal battle situation, remembering the Sect Master’s earlier instructions—not allowing any disciples to fall.

Simply put.

Myriad Ancient Sect disciples fought earth-shatteringly inside, three top experts outside provided safeguarding escort.

This kind of practical combat training—couldn’t be happier.

“Overall still a bit weak.”

After watching a while, Jun Changxiao discovered that besides core disciples, many inner sect disciples gradually appeared unable to cope when fighting outnumbered.

Moreover, though high-level power’s strength was acceptable, their numbers were ultimately too few. If they went to kill at Asura battlegrounds against other planes, the result definitely wouldn’t be optimistic.

From sect development perspective, becoming this powerful in just a few short years was already extremely terrifying.

“The road must be walked step by step.”

The system said: “Host cannot be too eager for success.”

Jun Changxiao naturally understood this principle. Mainly because his own strength was formidable, plus the opponents he encountered were stronger, making it difficult to remain content with the status quo.

Previously when exposed to lower levels, he thought creating a thousand-person Martial King scale was extremely terrifying.

Only after encountering stronger Martial Sovereigns and warriors from other planes did he realize that though the Myriad Ancient Sect might be called the strongest on Xingyun Continent, in the vast universe it was merely a speck of dust.

“Host has changed.”

The system said: “Become ambitious.”

The previous Jun Changxiao only hoped to quickly complete main quests to escape the soul bomb, then devote himself to mountains and waters, being a carefree outsider.

Now thinking the sect was merely dust in the universe showed he was unwilling to be satisfied with the status quo, hoping to become stronger.

Jun Changxiao said: “I didn’t become ambitious, I just don’t want to be bullied by others.”

“Seems like you’re always the one bullying others?” The system countered.

Jun Changxiao said righteously: “If they didn’t provoke me, would I bully them?”

“……”

The system fell silent.

……

Two hours later.

The battle within the formation stopped. All the Four Starry Tyrants’ subordinates became boxes scattered on the ground.

Because Jun Changxiao and Black and White Wraiths secretly provided safeguarding escort, the Myriad Ancient Sect disciples had no casualties.

Of course.

The price was also considerable.

Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and others’ blood-stained Qingyang Suits had long been shattered beyond repair.

This kind of suite from the shop, though providing decent defense against stronger opponents, definitely couldn’t withstand prolonged battle.

Su Xiaomo and Li Fei, two disciples renowned for speed and footwork, lay directly on the ground, both legs trembling.

Inner sect disciples were either exhausted or covered in wounds.

Without Jun Changxiao and the other two constantly protecting from outside, resolving fatal crises when necessary, even if they could annihilate all the Four Starry Tyrants’ subordinates, casualties would probably be heavy now.

This slaughter brought them great benefits, also made them realize their own shortcomings in certain areas.

“Loot the boxes.”

Jun Changxiao ordered.

Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and others still capable of movement began skillfully collecting spatial rings.

“Sect Master.”

White Wraith said: “How should these four be dealt with?”

Jun Changxiao looked at the severely injured Four Starry Tyrants, saying lightly: “Seal their cultivation, bring them back to the sect.”

He originally wanted to kill them directly, but after all they were four Martial Sovereign-level experts. Might as well bring them back to be cellmates with Zhao Doudou—perhaps useful in the future.

Moreover.

Jun Changxiao was very curious.

How did they find the Xingyun Continent?

Or did they determine from the start that he was the murderer who killed the handsome man?

“Swish!”

“Swish!”

White Wraith and Black Wraith remotely executed techniques similar to Sunflower Acupoint Sealing Hand, sealing several important meridians in the Four Starry Tyrants’ bodies, making their already weakened selves instantly become mud-like.

Jun Changxiao wasn’t idle either.

While disciples cleaned the battlefield, he collected nearly twenty starships into spatial rings.

These things could traverse the universe—could be given to disciples as transport tools in the future.

The system sighed: “In Chapter 118, Host once said his goal was conquering the sea of stars. Now it seems infinitely close.”

……

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Scorching flames burned, corpses turning to nothingness.

“Swoosh!”

The Tonggu Warship carrying all of Myriad Ancient Sect swiftly merged into the endless universe.

The desolate plane’s space was exceptionally broken, the ground showing dense pits and cracks—all representing that a brutal battle had occurred here.

“Ding! Epic quest completed, beginning settlement.”

“Ding! Host successfully defeated the Starfaring Sea King’s enemies, the Five Starry Tyrants. Meets definition conditions, epic quest complete, completion rate 100%, Host obtains 50,000 contribution points!”

“Ding! Sect contribution points: 120,000/70,000.”

“Ding! Sect contribution points overflowing…”

“Only 100% completion?” Jun Changxiao frowned quite dissatisfied.

As usual, because there were two epic quests active, even if one settled it only gave contribution points, not rewards.

“When disciples fought enemies, I constantly protected them, didn’t let a single disciple sacrifice. Completion rate should be very high.”

However, what made Jun Changxiao depressed was that though Epic Quest Eleven completed, Epic Quest Twelve never entered settlement process.

“Strange.”

“Why no movement?”

“Could it be…” His eyes turned cold: “The handsome man still has enemies who’ll come kill and harm one’s own relatives?”

“No, no.”

Jun Changxiao denied himself again: “If so, Epic Eleven wouldn’t have settled as complete.”

The system said: “We might have misunderstood. This ‘relative’ perhaps doesn’t refer to disciples.”

“Then who would it be?” Jun Changxiao asked.

The system pondered briefly: “To know who, we must carefully analyze from the character ‘relative’.”

Jun Changxiao said: “The Book of Han records people have six relatives—father, mother, older brother, younger brother, son…” He stopped here.

“Why stop?”

“……”

“Let me say it. The last relative is wife.”

“……”

Jun Changxiao remained silent throughout.

The system said: “Host married Rose Queen on the Soul Clan Continent. No matter how much you deny it, from their customs you are her husband. This is undeniable.”

“I already divorced her—how does that count as wife!”

“When?”

“The letter I left before leaving the Soul Clan Continent!”

“A letter is a letter, a divorce document is a divorce document. How can they be confused?”

“……”

“Moreover, Host wrote ‘you can also consider this letter as a divorce document.’ If she doesn’t consider it a divorce document, what can you do?”

“……”

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

The system said seriously: “The Starfaring Sea King once went to the Soul Clan Continent. His enemies might go kill there. Epic Quest Twelve is perhaps to have Host protect his own wife!”

“……”

“Marriage fate is arranged by heaven.”

The system was a good system, but Dog Sheng was still Dog Sheng.

He sat at the ship’s bow, beginning to think hard—did he have any other relatives? Like half-brothers from the same father, half-sisters from the same mother?

“This body’s father, generations of farmers—do you think he had the ability to take concubines or mistresses?”

“……”

“This body’s mother married over at seventeen, gave birth to you as firstborn then passed away. Where would same-mother-different-father relatives come from?”

“……”

The system’s combo directly beat Jun Changxiao back to reality.

Of the six relatives, he had none of five. Only the wife in name but not in reality, Rose Queen, remained.

“Stop being stubborn.”

“Stop evading.”

The system said: “After returning to the sect, quickly go to the Soul Clan Continent. Best if there’s no danger. If there is, must hurry to rescue—after all, concerns the epic quest.”

……

“Swoosh—”

The Tonggu Warship merged into the Xingyun Continent’s spatial barrier, then hovered above the Myriad Ancient Sect’s main hall.

“Take these four to Earth-tier prison cells and keep strict watch,” Jun Changxiao said.

“Yes!”

Disciples dragged the mud-like four away.

Just happened to pass Heaven-tier prison, prompting Zhao Doudou to peek out and shout: “Bro, come quick look—new cellmates arrived!”

Dai Lü: “……”

“Sigh.”

Zhao Doudou sat back on the wooden plank bed, legs crossed: “Why doesn’t Sect Master Jun assign prisoners to our cells?”

“Senior Brother, heard the four just locked in have cultivation comparable to Martial Sovereigns.”

“Of course. Our Myriad Ancient Sect’s cells, except for the two vegetables in Heaven-tier, never accept low-level warriors.”

Outside the cell came disciples’ conversation.

Hearing this, Zhao Doudou and Dai Lü’s eyes suddenly widened.

The four just dragged in… their strength was comparable to Martial Sovereigns?

“Swish!”

Zhao Doudou suddenly stood up, hands behind his back, looking up toward the cell’s iron window, face full of pride: “Only big shot experts are worthy of being my cellmates.”