“Ding! Host has spent 100,000 contribution points to obtain Divine Modified Great Sage Set ×1, delivered to spatial ring.”
“Ding! Sect contribution points: 10,000/100,000.”
After reviewing the item description, Jun Changxiao purchased it directly without the slightest hint of hesitation.
“So decisive?”
The system said in surprise, “Isn’t the host afraid this might just be a cosplay outfit with no actual effects?”
When Gou Sheng doesn’t spend, it pushes sales relentlessly; when Gou Sheng spends generously, it undermines him mercilessly. Everyone judge for yourselves—isn’t this just… cheap!
No helping it.
Staying together too long leads to mutual influence.
“You don’t understand.”
Jun Changxiao said earnestly, “This is my childhood dream.”
He rarely read the original Journey to the West novel, but as a child he’d watched the TV series countless times.
He especially often fantasized about wearing the Great Sage’s equipment to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace, so even if it’s expensive, even if it has no effects… if 100,000 contribution points bought nothing useful, I’ll draw my sword and commit suicide on the spot!
Moreover.
This was a divine modification.
Magic modifications had enhancement modes; divine modifications had special skill effects.
Jun Changxiao truly didn’t believe that spending 100,000 contribution points in the high-tier mall would just be for a cosplay show.
There was another more important reason he bought the Great Sage Set without hesitation—the boasts he’d once made could finally be fulfilled!
Years ago when recruiting disciples in Qingyang City, Jun Changxiao had claimed before many martial artists that the sect inherited ancient traditions, with the first sect master holding the immortal title Qitian Dasheng (Great Sage Equal to Heaven).
Now having obtained equipment he’d once worn, though merely a replica, at least he could tell disciples openly and honestly: “This is what the first sect master passed down, this is our Eternal Sect’s secret treasure!”
“…”
The system was speechless.
Nearly spending all his savings just to fulfill a childhood dream, just to validate a past lie—this guy’s thought process was truly extraordinary.
“Host shouldn’t celebrate too early.”
The system said, “Though the Great Sage Set looks very powerful, if your measurements don’t meet requirements, you’ll be shattered to pieces.”
“Right…”
Jun Changxiao stroked his chin, “Do my measurements work?”
In the martial arts world, the so-called measurements referred to soul, physique, and agility. Of course, some places called them spiritual power, defensive power, and mobility—though the names differed, the meaning was similar.
The Divine Modified Great Sage Set’s function was to massively boost measurement indices, but if one didn’t meet the minimum required indices, wearing it would be impossible, and forcing it would result in being shattered to pieces.
The system said, “Such expensive divine modified goods probably have high requirements.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao felt somewhat depressed.
If he’d spent so much money on something he couldn’t wear, it really could only be displayed in the sect as a treasure.
Perhaps much later, when the sect faced crisis, some disciple with protagonist destiny would meet the requirements, don the Great Sage Set, and turn the tide.
The system said, “That’s probably content for the next book. Host shouldn’t think so much on the author’s behalf.”
“Whew!”
Jun Changxiao exhaled and encouraged himself, “I have the Tianjun Soul Refinement Formula—my soul continuously increases. My physique and agility have been tempered since the sect’s founding. My measurements should be fine.”
“How about…”
He said, “I try it?”
The system said, “Just afraid trying will lead to dying.”
Jun Changxiao had been quite worried, but seeing it repeatedly undermine him, he actually gained some confidence—after all, this thing was a reverse jinx.
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand, summoning three pieces of equipment shrouded in seven-colored flowing light.
Since this was a high-quality replica of Great Sage equipment, no effort would be spent describing its appearance—if truly unclear, please go read Journey to the West.
“This chain-mail golden armor doesn’t look as good quality as the Xuanyuan Divine Armor.” Jun Changxiao muttered to himself. Could what he bought really just be a cosplay outfit?
Forget it.
Since it was already bought with no refund option, might as well try wearing it.
Jun Changxiao carefully donned the chain-mail golden armor. As he’d guessed, having constantly refined his physique with mall items, he could fully support the equipment.
“Swoosh!”
He also put on the lotus-root silk cloud-walking boots.
Both pieces of equipment fit well and were comfortable.
However, what left Jun Changxiao somewhat dissatisfied was that his various aspects only improved slightly, nowhere near as effective as other individual equipment pieces.
“Sets only work when worn complete.” The system said irritably, “If one or two pieces could make you transcendent, what would be the point of calling it a set?”
“True.”
Jun Changxiao picked up the phoenix-wing purple-gold crown.
The system said, “Though Host can wear the two pieces, you haven’t achieved the full set effect yet, so once this purple-gold crown is placed on your head, if your measurements don’t meet requirements, you’ll probably be shattered to pieces…”
“Snap!”
Before it finished speaking, Jun Changxiao directly placed it on his head, because this thing had activated its power, so he needed to capitalize on the momentum.
…
Several thousand prisoners huddled in the darkness. They still remembered what happened after being controlled earlier, so they felt extremely remorseful about their brain-dead behavior.
Of course.
This wasn’t the main thing.
What left the deepest impression on them was that singing voice, as if countless fierce beasts were wildly pounding their bodies and souls—every recollection made their hair stand on end.
“Too terrifying!”
“That singing was even more horrifying than advanced martial techniques!”
“Eee—”
Suddenly, an extremely high-pitched instrument sound came from the magic-modified speakers. The prisoners had never heard it before, but readers present instantly recognized this absolutely came from a suona!
The grand, magnificent melody climbed continuously, with pipa, erhu and other instruments joining in, instantly achieving a shocking effect.
“Whoosh!”
Under this classic Monkey King entrance BGM from A Chinese Odyssey, Jun Changxiao—wearing the phoenix-wing purple-gold crown, draped in chain-mail golden armor, stepping in lotus-root silk cloud-walking boots—flew over riding seven-colored auspicious clouds.
“Holy crap!”
Several thousand prisoners’ eyes widened.
Sound effects, lighting, costume, and environment all combined—this entrance effect was simply heart-shaking, dozens of times more stylish than Qin Linen!
“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”
After landing, Jun Changxiao advanced rapidly forward by doing consecutive somersaults, the speed so fast it shocked everyone’s mouths open, as they witnessed him go “bang!” and crash hard into the prison wall.
“…”
“Ugh… so painful…” Qin Linen, lying nearby, covered his head and woke from unconsciousness, then shakily stood up.
“Gah!”
The previously unbearable singing rang out in his consciousness sea, making him unable to help spewing blood again.
“Damn… bastard…” Qin Linen struggled to suppress the roiling blood in his body, his gaze flashing with intense fury.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Just then, terrifying pressure suddenly transmitted from above. The Jun Changxiao who should have hit the wall rose into the air, gripping the Tyrant Heaven Spear tightly with both hands in a chopping stance, roaring furiously, “I want your life!”
The system roared, “Boss, wrong script!”
“Boom—”
Jun Changxiao, enhanced by the Great Sage Set, possessed power pushed to the extreme. The newly awakened Qin Linen had absolutely no chance to resist, ultimately getting smashed on the head with one stick, directly collapsing to the ground and fainting unconscious again.
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