“My head hurts so much…”
Ye Xingchen held his forehead and delivered a line he often said, then slowly opened his eyes.
Sigh.
I got drunk again.
The Night Emperor began trying to recall yesterday, but his memory still stopped at picking up the washbasin-sized bowl.
During the several months of training his alcohol tolerance, he had grown accustomed to blacking out and losing consciousness, so his emotional fluctuations weren’t as intense as before.
To be precise.
He had already cast aside face and dignity, as long as…
Sensing his body’s stronger perception of heaven and earth attributes, Ye Xingchen’s mouth twisted into a difficult smile.
A Niu.
Had truly changed!
Whether this change was good or bad for Ye Xingchen no longer mattered. What mattered was becoming stronger, ascending to the upper realm as soon as possible to take revenge on that woman!
“Creak!”
After washing up, A Niu stepped out.
“Senior Brother Ye, you were too amazing yesterday. You not only beat the one who drank, but also the one with the sword and the one with the brush!” Su Xiaomo walked over from a distance, giving a thumbs up.
Ye Xingchen was confused.
Yesterday I only had a drinking contest with that guy, right? When did I compete with swords and brushes?
…
In the great hall.
Yi Feixue cupped his hands: “Sect Master Jun, your disciple’s comprehension of sword dao left this Yi in awe!”
“This old man has competed in literary contests countless times. This is the first time I’ve seen someone able to write such free-spirited calligraphy with a sword while completely unconscious from alcohol!” Xing Yunzi said admiringly.
“You flatter me, you flatter me.”
Jun Changxiao said this outwardly but muttered inwardly: “I didn’t realize it—A Niu is quite strong when drunk!”
Yesterday at Spirit Beast Peak, Ye Xingchen swayed over, insisting on finding a bed to sleep, but was blocked by Spirit Beast Hall members, leading to battle.
The drunk A Niu’s combat power skyrocketed. He actually summoned his sword. His drinking behavior was too terrible to watch.
Ye Xingchen had already blacked out, so his sword techniques during the process were completely without form. This left Yi Feixue, who was watching from afar, astounded. Xing Yunzi also discerned calligraphic essence from it.
Thus the two were deeply impressed.
Reader: “Could you be any more perfunctory!”
“This…”
At Spirit Beast Peak, Ye Xingchen stood in the martial arts arena still bearing battle traces, looking at the crisscrossing sword marks with a blank expression: “I really did this?”
“Junior brother.”
Su Xiaomo pointed at the sword marks covering the ground: “Yesterday that strong brush-wielding expert stared for a full hour, then sighed to the heavens—this is the great realm of calligraphy, this is the Literary Dao Supreme!”
“…”
Ye Xingchen fell silent.
Sword marks I randomly slashed while drunk—he could actually see calligraphic great realm in them. Is that guy mentally ill?
Can’t say that. Perhaps a master’s eye surpasses ordinary understanding. Perhaps A Niu’s formless sword-swinging truly composed a stirring… I can’t keep making this up!
…
“You three.”
In the great hall, Jun Changxiao said seriously: “Having witnessed my Eternal Sect disciples’ strength, are you interested in staying here to exchange pointers and discuss dao with him daily?”
This scoundrel finally revealed his fangs.
Molding Ye Xingchen as an all-around king wasn’t to deliberately set him up, but to trick these powerhouses into staying. Win or lose, he wanted to find ways to keep them for his own use.
“Sect Master Jun!”
The Wine Demon said: “I’m willing to stay!”
Obsessed with alcohol dao, he had already been won over by Drunken Life and Dreaming Death. So as long as the alcohol kept flowing and meals were provided, living at the Eternal Sect was fine.
“What about you two?” Jun Changxiao asked.
Yi Feixue hesitated briefly: “Sect Master Jun’s sect has abundant spiritual energy and beautiful scenery, suitable for long-term sword comprehension.”
“Indeed.”
Xing Yunzi said: “Comprehending literary dao in such poetic and picturesque surroundings is this old man’s lifelong pursuit.”
This wasn’t deliberate flattery. In fact, the Eternal Sect’s environment and spiritual energy attributes were particularly excellent—calling it Xingyun Continent’s strongest feng shui treasure land wasn’t an exaggeration.
The three powerhouses agreed to stay.
Of course, it wasn’t because they were won over by Ye Xingchen’s multiple Supreme titles. Mainly because Jun Changxiao had rescued them from prison—that counted as a great favor.
As for main culprits like Taotie and Huo Yanmao, they either became contracted beasts or had their soul origins controlled, so no persuasion was needed. Joining the Eternal Sect was set in stone.
Except for the unlucky Void Eye being used as a water reservoir in the ninth-floor prison, everyone else could come and go freely and move about as they pleased.
“Senior Shang.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Will you return to Tianyuan Continent or remain at the Eternal Sect?”
“Sigh.”
The Shang Family Ancestor shook his head: “This old man has long seen through worldly matters. I only hope to break through to mid-rank Void Breaking Realm in my remaining years. If Sect Master Jun doesn’t mind, I’m willing to spend my twilight years here.”
Of course.
Another reason was to accompany Shang Youhen.
Jun Changxiao took out the entrance form and began the admission process.
“Snap!”
The Sect Master’s seal fell. A powerhouse about to enter mid-rank Void Breaking Realm thus became an Eternal Sect member. And considering he was Shang Youhen’s ancestor, Gou Sheng didn’t even charge an entrance fee.
Yi Feixue, Xing Yunzi, the Wine Demon, Iron-Clothed Marquis, Qin Linran, and Huo Yanmao—six people successively completed procedures to become Eternal Sect members. Taotie, being a contracted beast, didn’t go through sect admission procedures.
Thus.
The Eternal Sect gained eight low-rank Void Breaking Realm cultivators and one mid-rank Void Breaking Realm cultivator. Its strength could be described as ‘soaring madly’!
Not counting Void Eye and Taotie, there were only seven total. How did two more appear?
They were Guan Jiu and He Qi.
As spies Jun Changxiao planted, they were thrown into hell by the Fortress Lord in one encounter and suffered Huo Yanmao’s mad butt-spanking. The two brothers finally saw the end of their suffering.
Without a doubt.
With the Eternal Sect’s current overall strength, no force on Xingyun Continent could compete with it. Even placed among stronger planes in the mortal universe, it was daddy-level.
“Still not enough.”
“Still need to elevate the sect level to first-rate!”
Hard power was there, but disciples still hadn’t reached the required number and couldn’t meet epic mission requirements. So Jun Changxiao specifically instructed the Ning Brothers to be more lenient in recruitment, striving to reach one hundred thousand as soon as possible.
…
In the study.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and other core disciples stood neatly in rows, each holding a pill the Sect Master had just given them.
“This is the Half-Step Martial Saint Pill.”
Jun Changxiao crossed his legs on the table and said casually: “After taking it, you can break through to Half-Saint.”
The Sect Master had given many potions and pills before, so when Li Qingyang and others received the Half-Saint Pills, they could somewhat guess, but even knowing the effects, they were still shocked into standing dumbfounded.
“Gulp!”
While everyone was dazed, Ye Xingchen had already swallowed the pill.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
In about a moment, thick auras erupted in the study, surging out recklessly and ultimately covering the entire Eternal Sect.
Ye Xingchen!
Broke through to Half-Step Martial Saint!
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and the others gradually calmed down, then swallowed their pills one after another, staging a spectacular scene of over ten disciples simultaneously advancing to Half-Step Martial Saint.
“What’s that?”
Inside Qingyang City, busy martial artists looked up toward Iron Bones Mountain where thick clouds appeared.
…
“Whoosh!”
In the Ice Heaven of the Nine Heavens Secret Realm, Jun Changxiao stood in the snowy environment and looked up: “There’s a pill here that can help you break through to Half-Saint.”
Lu Qianqian, who was cultivating on the mountain peak, opened her eyes: “When did the Sect Master return?”
“Returned several days ago.”
Jun Changxiao tossed the pill up, using a commanding tone: “Hurry up and take it.”
“Oh.”
Lu Qianqian swallowed the Half-Saint Pill. Her realm broke through from peak Martial Emperor to Half-Saint.
Just as she showed a surprised expression, Jun Changxiao took out something resembling a conch shell, placed it by his mouth and said: “Elevate Lu Qianqian.”
“Reason.”
“My grand disciple.”
“Meets requirements.”
“Whoosh—”
The treasure called [Words Into Reality] suddenly disintegrated, transforming into specks of powder that flew toward Lu Qianqian. As soon as it touched her body, her realm instantly broke through from Half-Saint to Martial Saint.