The Tianyuan Soul-Suppressing Tower came from the Upper Realm, but did it have limits?

At present, a Three-Revolution Core Formation Realm cultivator being tormented to the point of losing all backbone and dignity was enough to prove it was still far from reaching its upper limit.

Actually, this couldn’t really be used to judge strength, because sealing someone’s cultivation level and then stringing them up for training—even if you swapped in the overpowered Jun Changxiao, he couldn’t withstand it either.

“Tsk tsk.”

An elder from Ling Dao Profound Sect sneered: “You people from Imperial Sword Profound Sect are really cowardly.”

The two great sects had temporarily set aside old grudges because of Jun Changxiao, but if there was an opportunity, they definitely needed to take jabs at each other—it would make their hearts feel much better.

However…

Just as the words left his mouth, the expert from his own sect tied to a pillar howled: “Old Song, hurry up and pay the money!”

“…”

Old Song’s face instantly turned green with anger.

The Third Elder sneered and said: “Right back at you.”

“Everyone.”

Jun Changxiao said: “This Seat doesn’t give you much time to consider, so please make your choice quickly.”

“Of course, you can also force your way into my Eternal Sect. Let me make it clear beforehand—if you dare make any rash moves, you’ll be responsible for all subsequent problems.”

The various great sects had sent quite a few people, and their strength wasn’t weak either, but Dog Sheng wasn’t worried at all. In fact, he looked forward to them making trouble, because his own prison was big enough.

“How much money?”

The Third Elder asked while forcibly suppressing his rage.

“Not much.”

Jun Changxiao said: “For Breaking Sky Realm, whether lower, middle, or upper level, one hundred thousand profound stones per person. As for the several Core Formation Realm cultivators, one million profound stones per head.”

The Third Elder immediately raged: “You’re robbing us!”

“Correct.”

Jun Changxiao frankly admitted it.

I just arrived in the Upper Realm and was inadvertently teleported to your non-absolute sect faction’s territory where I nearly got unlucky. You came to my territory and wantonly broke through my formations—shouldn’t I rob you of your money?

“Make your choice.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Pay up, or let them die.”

While speaking, Ye Xingchen had already stopped sword in hand before the several Core Formation Realm warriors bound to the pillars.

The sharp blade gleamed, seeming to tell them: no money, people die.

This executioner’s work was undoubtedly most suitable for Aniu, because the coldness emanating from his eyes—which Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji didn’t possess—let people know at a glance he was a ruthless character.

“Boy!”

The Third Elder said through gritted teeth: “If you dare harm a single hair on Old Lu, my Imperial Sword Profound Sect will…”

“Pfft!”

Ye Xingchen stabbed his sword into Old Lu’s chest and coldly said: “Noisy.”

“Ah!”

That Imperial Sword Profound Sect Core Formation Realm expert immediately screamed miserably.

With his level of strength, a little injury was nothing, but after being tormented all night, he could be described as both painful, tired, and weak. Now getting stabbed with another sword, his mind and body simply couldn’t withstand it.

“Don’t… don’t consider anymore… hurry up and pay!”

“…”

The Third Elder’s face became gloomy to the extreme.

Being threatened like this by a mortal realm sect that had just smuggled up was truly extremely unpleasant.

“Swish!”

“Pfft!”

Ye Xingchen pulled out the sword and stabbed again, fresh blood dripping along the blade.

“This disciple of mine goes crazy like a wild dog, so in order to avoid deaths, please everyone must cooperate.” Jun Changxiao said.

“Pay!”

After a difficult choice, the Third Elder finally chose to compromise.

No choice—a Three-Revolution Core Formation Realm cultivator was very important to a Profound-rank sect. If he was really killed, the loss wouldn’t just be a million profound stones.

“What about you all?”

Jun Changxiao looked toward the other sects.

“Pay!”

“Pay money first, release people after.”

“…”

“You two Protectors, come out and collect money!”

“Swish!”

With special effects enhancement, the Black and White Rakshas once again appeared in a spinning manner flying out from the sect and landed before everyone.

The various great sects had originally planned to pay money first, then redeem their people and settle accounts with Eternal Sect afterward, but feeling the pressure aura from two Six-Revolution experts, their little hearts immediately went ice cold.

No wonder the dispatched warriors were captured—turns out there were masters sitting in command!

The Third Elder painfully took out his spatial ring, then paid the profound stones corresponding to his side’s numbers. The others also paid in order, facial muscles transmitting waves of pain.

The warriors from various sects who had become prisoners totaled fifty people, including four Core Formation Realm cultivators. The ransom amounted to a total of eight million six hundred thousand profound stones.

This quantity truly wasn’t a large sum for a Profound-rank sect, but for Jun Changxiao, it was no different from the first windfall earned after coming to the Upper Realm—at least it could get the entire sect operating temporarily.

“Untie them!”

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

The dozens of imprisoned warriors were escorted out of Eternal Sect by Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and others.

The Third Elder first stopped Old Lu’s bleeding, then looked up and glared at Jun Changxiao before the mountain gate, saying through gritted teeth: “Boy, just you wait!”

With harsh words left behind, he turned and departed.

Ling Dao Profound Sect and other factions also left one after another. Some didn’t even leave harsh words, and some even felt a bit of schadenfreude—Profound-rank sects all ate humble pie, so what’s my little pain?

“Everyone!”

Standing before the mountain gate, Jun Changxiao loudly said: “As the saying goes, when will mutual revenge end? Why don’t we all become friends and work together to create a beautiful tomorrow!”

Hearing this, warriors from the various great sects nearly turned back in unison to curse him out.

…

“Do you know that the great mountain that flew out from the vortex landed on Phoenix Roost Immortal Mountain, and there’s a sect on the mountain called Eternal Something Sect?”

“I knew about that long ago, and I even heard that a few days ago, several Profound-rank sects led by Imperial Sword Profound Sect and Ling Dao Profound Sect went to make trouble, but all came back eating humble pie.”

“Tsk tsk, a sect that came up from the mortal realm is that formidable? It can actually go toe-to-toe with Profound-rank sects.”

“According to the information I obtained, this Eternal Sect has two Six-Revolution experts, and that sect master’s master is the Taixuan Hermit!”

“I’ve heard of the Taixuan Hermit—he likes to research mysterious arts and esoteric techniques.”

“No wonder they dared to ascend to the Upper Realm with their entire sect—turns out they have such a backing who stays indoors all the time.”

Just as Jun Changxiao obtained his first windfall and was pondering how to use it, the outside world began discussing it on a large scale, making him quite the minor internet celebrity.

The most depressed was none other than Old Man Taixuan.

He and Dog Sheng were merely fellow countrymen, not master and disciple at all.

But as the news gradually spread through the Upper Realm, everyone had already decided this was fact. Explaining was useless.

“Ai.”

Leaving a certain city’s tavern, Old Man Taixuan walking on the street sighed toward the heavens.

The only consoling thing was that the kid was still fairly honest and had only offended Imperial Sword Profound Sect, Ling Dao Profound Sect, and a few minor factions.

“The problem’s not big, the problem’s not big.”

Old Man Taixuan thought to himself: “Someone so young who can rely on his own ability to smuggle up to the Upper Realm—as long as he doesn’t provoke too much trouble, he should be able to develop quite stably. I’m betting he can achieve great things in the future!”

That red-haired person’s bet was just an arm, but this legend’s bet would probably be his life.

…

Within continuous mountain ranges.

Jun Changxiao walked along ancient roads like a scholarly gentleman, sometimes walking and stopping, sometimes composing poetry.

Accompanying him were Ye Xingchen and Xiao Zuiji.

The three of them were currently no longer within Eternal Immortal Mountain’s boundaries. Their destination was the nearest city of decent scale. The reason: purchasing various medicinal materials and seeds for use in developing the sect.

As the dignified master of an entire sect, having to personally go shopping—this really made it easy for readers to seize the opportunity to complain.

No choice.

The disciples had just come to the Upper Realm and their strength was still very weak.

Dog Sheng could only handle this matter personally. Moreover, when he smuggled over earlier, he’d only been to a town and hadn’t yet seen an Upper Realm city.

“Aniu.”

On the road, Jun Changxiao said seriously: “After entering the city, you must stay low-key. Don’t provoke trouble, because even a seemingly ten-year-old child, you might not be able to beat.”

“Tch.”

Ye Xingchen looked on with disdain.

When Imperial Sword Profound Sect, Ling Dao Profound Sect, and other factions came to make trouble, the warriors they sent were very strong, and he admitted he wasn’t their match. But if he couldn’t even beat a ten-year-old child, what meaning was there in living?

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