“Are you willing to become a member of the Eternal Sect and follow this seat in conquering the eight wildernesses and six harmonies?”
When this sentence entered Zhao Doudou’s ears and transmitted to his mental sea of consciousness, his whole person stood in place like a wooden carving, his eyes revealing such vacancy, as if he’d completely lost his soul.
No one knew how many nights while imprisoned he’d dreamed of himself wearing an Eternal Sect uniform.
No one knew how lost and pained he was every time he returned from dreams to reality.
No!
Dai Lü, imprisoned in the same cell, knew.
Because he often saw that guy in the middle of the night curled up on the wooden bed, as if incompatible with the entire world.
Zhao Doudou’s cultivation wasn’t high, but his mentality was good.
To move Jun Changxiao, he’d transformed into a motivational mentor, instilling encouraging words in prisoners—wasn’t it all to prove he had ability!
“Father, Mother.”
Zhao Doudou spoke to himself: “Am I… dreaming?”
“Boom!”
An explosive kick came flying, directly sending him airborne and crashing hard into the wall, intense pain instantly spreading through his entire body.
“How about now?” Jun Changxiao said.
This kick wasn’t to make Zhao Doudou deeply understand he wasn’t dreaming, but to see what level the other had raised his realm to by borrowing the Eternal Sect’s heaven and earth attributes.
Not bad.
He’d already reached peak Wushi.
Jun Changxiao had forgotten what level Zhao Doudou was at when he entered, but estimated it was probably between Wutu and low-grade Wushi.
Without various prop assistance and without profound mental techniques, to break through to this degree while imprisoned… damn, imprisoned for so long and still hadn’t even reached Wuzong—his aptitude was really too poor!
Having him manage the prison would make it a bit difficult to control the situation!
Of course, Jun Changxiao didn’t intend for his warden to possess strength like Magellan from Impel Down, but at minimum he couldn’t be too weak, right?
Moreover.
The Earth Level cellblock held prisoners at Wudi level and Wusheng Great Circle Completion and other strong cultivators. Having a small Wushi manage them… seemed quite interesting actually.
“…”
The system was speechless.
What kind of thought process was the host having!
…
Pain!
So much pain!
Not a dream—it’s real!
Zhao Doudou, collapsed against the wall, struggled to support his body with both hands, then saw the ground gradually becoming moist as large tears slid down his cheeks.
Jun Changxiao’s words inviting him to join the sect—he’d waited many years for this.
Today.
This moment.
This instant.
He’d finally waited for it!
Finally got his break!
If the heart is present, the dream is present—between heaven and earth there is still true love!
“Drip, drip!”
Tears fell one by one in a continuous stream. Zhao Doudou’s emotions had completely lost control.
Dai Lü really wanted to mock and scorn this guy, but every time he thought of how the other fantasized about becoming an Eternal Sect disciple in front of him, he instinctively chose silence.
He had his own choices, he had his own ideals.
I can’t scorn and ridicule him just because I hate the Eternal Sect and hate Jun Changxiao.
Inexplicably, deep in Dai Lü’s heart, he was actually quite happy, because… this motivational speech maniac was finally getting out of prison, and he could finally have some peace and quiet!
If Jun Changxiao and Zhao Doudou weren’t present, he might have spontaneously danced and sung “Wild and Unrestrained!”
Don’t ask why he could.
The window of the Heaven Level cellblock faced directly toward the main peak’s martial arts training ground!
When disciples did their daily morning exercises, the two could not only hear wonderful music but also watch them dance.
“Stop crying.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Make your choice.”
“Whoosh!”
Zhao Doudou stood up, then fell to his knees with a “thud,” his face full of tears and snot as he shouted loudly: “I, Zhao Doudou, am willing to become a member of the Eternal Sect, willing to follow Sect Master Jun in conquering the eight wildernesses and six harmonies!”
Li Qingyang smiled.
Xiao Zui Ji and Su Xiaomo standing outside the prison also smiled.
This guy who’d been imprisoned for many years was finally going to join the big family and become one of them.
Happy for him, gratified for him.
Previously, the Eternal Sect disciples’ mission was eating, sleeping, and beating Doudou. To this day, eating and sleeping were still preserved, but they’d stopped beating Doudou long ago because their strength had increased and they feared he couldn’t withstand it.
“In a few days, I’ll formally accept you.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Stay in the prison for a while longer first.”
Because the number of disciples had already reached exactly seventy thousand, to accept him required waiting until the sect tasks were all completed and the construction level upgraded.
“Yes, sir!”
Zhao Doudou shouted loudly.
Having lived in the prison for so long, if he suddenly left, he definitely wouldn’t adapt immediately. Waiting here for a while to slowly accept reality wasn’t bad.
“Did you draw this pattern on the ground?” Jun Changxiao asked.
“Yes, Sect Master!”
Zhao Doudou hadn’t yet become a disciple under his command, but he’d already preemptively dropped the “Jun” honorific.
“What is it?”
“Sect Master, this is a prison blueprint this disciple drew!”
Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.
To draw a blueprint this wildly—this guy’s artistic talent was at most 1 point!
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang stroked his chin: “Doudou’s blueprint is quite good!”
Jun Changxiao was startled.
You were outside the prison—when did you come in!
Also… this pattern that looks like someone randomly jabbed at it with a stick, you actually think it’s good? Then couldn’t I change careers and become a painter tomorrow?
Li Qingyang observed carefully.
After a moment, he took out paper and brush to copy it: “Sect Master, Doudou’s sketch gave me great inspiration. I’ll go back and refine it a bit!”
“…”
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
The world of architectural masters—ordinary people really don’t understand!
“What about you?”
“Do you want to join the Eternal Sect?”
Jun Changxiao looked at Dai Lü, and the latter remained as unyielding as ever: “I will never compromise!”
“Creak!”
The door closed, and Jun Changxiao left.
He was just asking casually. Since this guy was still so stubborn, he could spend the rest of his life in the Eternal Sect’s prison.
…
“Hahaha!”
From time to time, Zhao Doudou’s laughter came from the prison, his face full of joy and excitement. Even when sleeping at night, he would involuntarily laugh out loud.
No, no!
Since the Sect Master was accepting him as a disciple, he must perform well!
Thus, Zhao Doudou began earnestly persuading Dai Lü until the other was nearly bleeding from all seven orifices.
…
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang placed a design blueprint on the table: “This is the blueprint Doudou designed. I refined it a bit.”
“Pfft!”
Jun Changxiao spat out the tea from his mouth.
The design blueprint had clear lines and angles, divided into nine levels with each level corresponding to a prison tier. It was both professional and detailed, clear at a glance—worlds apart from what Zhao Doudou drew!
This wasn’t “refined a bit.”
This was a complete makeover from inside to outside, from head to toe—a comprehensive overhaul!
Li Qingyang’s design blueprint was indeed copied from Zhao Doudou’s sketch, but the wild artistic style had transformed into a realistic artistic style.
“Good, very good.”
After careful observation, Jun Changxiao expressed satisfaction.
Especially since each level’s layout had corresponding supporting facilities—without rich prison experience, one couldn’t think so thoroughly.
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang said: “When should we start construction?”
His realm was stuck at peak Wuhuang level and would be difficult to increase in the short term. He’d just recently made a trip to Little Cold Village and was truly idle now—he wanted to find something to do!
“Tomorrow then.”
“Yes!”
“Don’t forget to bring Page. Having it dig holes will be faster.”
“Yes!”
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