Sword Control Profound Sect, great hall.

Several immortal-looking elders sat in lower seats, anger filling their brows.

Someone stealthily snuck into territory protected by formations, even injured twenty disciples and the Chief Senior Disciple while robbing flying swords and weapons—who the heck could tolerate this!

“Lin Lang said.”

An elder’s gaze turned cold: “That fellow reported his sect before leaving, called Ten Thousand Ancient Sect.”

“Ten Thousand Ancient Sect?”

The white-haired elder beside him sneered disdainfully: “Hmph, what an arrogant name!”

“Never heard of it at all. The Upper Realm has such a sect.”

“Not even a Profound character—sufficient to explain it’s a bottom-tier sect.”

“Since so, they probably don’t have backing or connections either. Quickly dispatch people to investigate. Once discovered, immediately capture and bring back to the sect!”

“I’m afraid…”

An elder who seemed relatively intelligent said: “He randomly reported a sect name, or deliberately framed someone.”

“This possibility exists!”

The relatively authoritative Third Elder said gravely: “So now we shouldn’t worry about what Ten Thousand Ancient Sect, but first find that fellow!”

“I’ve already dispatched Heavenly Eye Hall Master to investigate the battle scene. I believe within days, we can lock onto the opponent’s specific location.” Fourth Elder said confidently.

As a respectable sect that primarily cultivated sword dao with considerable status among the same tier, they’d never been bullied like this before—even bullied to their doorstep. So even if not for maintaining dignity, they had to pursue this to the end for honor!

…

Several days later.

A muscular, sharp-eyed, tightly-clothed middle-aged man entered the great hall: “Reporting to the elders, I’ve locked onto that fellow’s aura.”

“Good!”

Third Elder immediately ordered: “Dispatch people to pursue and capture immediately!”

The Chief Senior Disciple at Middle Void-Breaking Realm was beaten into seclusion to heal—Sword Control Profound Sect couldn’t be careless. So they dispatched one Upper Void-Breaking Realm and two Middle Void-Breaking Realm experts, even the flying swords they rode were top configuration.

…

“Three elders.”

The Hall Master responsible for tracking aura stopped at the cave where Jun Changxiao had lingered, saying gravely: “He came here!”

“Where did he go now?”

“Went east!”

“Go!”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four sword lights sliced through the firmament, proceeding eastward. They subsequently entered a lush mountain forest and successively discovered battle traces on the ground with blood everywhere.

“It’s sacred beast blood!”

Heavenly Eye Hall Master said with certainty: “That fellow must have acted!”

“Strange.”

A leading elder was rather puzzled: “From the blood at the scene, the sacred beast should be certainly dead, yet why isn’t there even a single beast hair visible?”

“Could that brat have packed everything away?”

“The sacred beasts existing in this mountain forest are at most second or third rank. Even selling them at the market wouldn’t be worth much money. Does that brat have brain problems?”

…

“Achoo!”

Jun Changxiao thousands of miles away sneezed, continuing to skillfully skin and debone the just-hunted sacred beast with the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, grinning: “Worthy of being the Upper Realm—can casually encounter sacred beasts comparable to Martial Emperor level!”

“…”

The System despaired: “Can we hurry up and travel!”

Clearly time was extremely urgent, yet this guy was addicted to hunting and couldn’t extricate himself.

“Fine!”

Jun Changxiao summoned his flying sword and flew eastward.

Because he didn’t know where he was or where Phoenix Perch Immortal Mountain was, what he needed to do now was quickly find a town and someone familiar with the Upper Realm to ask directions.

However.

The Upper Realm was truly vast!

Dog Leftover flew for three whole days, passing countless mountain ranges and peaks, before finally seeing something resembling a city in the distance.

“Still Water Town?”

Stopping at the city gate and seeing the engraved characters above, Jun Changxiao despaired: “A city several times larger than Qingyang City is merely just a town?”

Still Water Town in the Upper Realm was an extremely ordinary small town with a permanent population of just five million, but inside various industries were complete.

When Jun Changxiao walked in and saw the street vendors’ strength wasn’t particularly high, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“The Upper Realm still has ordinary people.”

The System said: “Not everyone has Lower Void-Breaking Realm.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao spread his legs, pointing at the shoulder-pole carrier passing by and the shop attendant welcoming customers, roaring: “Big brother, they’re all Emperor-level Semi-Saint cultivation—can this count as ordinary people!”

“Normal.”

The System said: “With the Upper Realm’s concentrated heavenly and earthly attributes, even bringing a dog up, just breathing and circulating qi daily could break through to Dog Emperor Realm.”

“I don’t believe it!”

“Little big brother.”

A voice transmitted beside his ear.

Jun Changxiao turned around, discovering a massive heavy mountain stone had appeared out of nowhere before his eyes.

Looking down, he could barely see a three or four-year-old child supporting it single-handedly, smiling brilliantly at him: “Please let me through.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao’s expression stiffened as he moved aside.

“Stomp!”

“Stomp!”

The little one proceeded step by step. Reaching a corner courtyard, his finger lightly lifted and the heavy boulder fell with a “thud,” then he dusted his hands: “Mom, I’ve carried the ten-thousand-pound stone back. Can I eat now?”

“Stinking brat.”

A seemingly quite ordinary woman walked out from the courtyard, hands on hips scolding: “A round trip of five hundred miles—why were you a quarter-hour slower than yesterday!”

“Uh…”

The child scratched his head, weakly saying: “I went to catch rabbits midway.”

“Dinner is halved.”

“Ah, no no no, my good mother!”

“…”

Jun Changxiao, who watched the entire mother-son dialogue, had an expression completely stiffened on his face.

Big brother!

Two or three-year-old children should act like two or three-year-olds!

Like peeing to play with mud themselves. Physical labor like lifting ten-thousand-pound stones and running five hundred miles round trip—isn’t it better to leave that to adults!

“Boom! Boom!”

Just then, fighting sounds transmitted from behind.

Jun Changxiao hastily turned around and saw two shoulder-pole carriers having a conflict.

The two first argued verbally, then directly fought, with various spiritual energy eruptions and martial techniques displayed—simply master-level!

“Hey!”

“Ha!”

Several children walked past him.

They were in a slow jog state. From their tense little faces, one could see their strength definitely started at Martial Ancestor level!

In this town where all people practiced martial arts with extraordinary strength, Jun Changxiao stood alone on the street, seeming incompatible with the entire world.

A long time later.

He calmed the waves in his heart, stiffly turning to face the camera.

First expressing his emotions with “hehe” dry laughter, then dully humming: “I wish to become the angel you love in fairy tales, spreading my arms to transform into wings protecting you!”

“This isn’t a fairy tale!”

The System said speechlessly: “This is a real Upper Realm, a plane even crueler than the Lower Realm!”

…

General store.

Jun Changxiao walked in.

He wanted to sell all the beast hides and bones obtained along the way.

However, just reaching the counter, about to inquire with the shopkeeper, a martial artist in tight clothing walked over first, hand slapping the table, cursing: “Stayed in the mountains a month, encountered all worthless sacred beasts. Old Li, you price them.”

“Better not.”

Shopkeeper Li said: “These things don’t sell well. If I buy them, they’ll just rot in my place. You should try asking next door.”

“I knew it!”

That martial artist sighed, then helplessly left.

Shopkeeper Li was quite familiar with this person. After just saying “take care,” he turned to look at… wait, where did the living person just standing here go?

“You cry telling me, fairy tales are all lies—”

From an alley, out-of-tune, off-key, sorrowful singing transmitted, shocking passersby until their blood and qi churned. Some even collapsed on the spot convulsing.

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