All the halls began bustling about after receiving the Sect Master’s arrangements.

Of course, as the Wangu Sect’s pillar tool person, Jun Changxiao certainly wouldn’t idle away drinking tea, because he still had to bring back the remaining soldiers from the Mo Wang Domain.

“Girl, let’s go.”

“Mm.”

Without even resting, Jun Changxiao took Yao Mengying and boarded the Tongu Warship to fly out of the sect.

No one could enter the Mo Wang Domain—why waste energy?

The reason was that the flowing light existing in the West had dissipated, possibly meaning the Demon Ancestor had revived, so they had to bring all the soldiers back as quickly as possible to avoid complications in the meantime.

Actually, this was no joke.

Jun Changxiao’s worry was quite reasonable.

After the Demon Ancestor revived, he didn’t immediately go into seclusion to recuperate. Instead, he was considering how to enter the Mo Wang Domain.

“That girl has fused with this ancestor’s constitution and will definitely need time to adapt, so I must act before her and seize control of the million-strong Mo Wang Army!”

Sigh.

Poor guy.

Still dreaming of raising his arm and having a million soldiers obey without exception.

…

“Whoosh!”

In the Mo Wang Domain, Yao Mengying brought Jun Changxiao back in again.

Same old routine—taking twenty thousand Mo Wang Army soldiers into the Heavenly Origin Prison-Suppressing Tower, then sending them to the Wangu Sect.

Er Ya, Zhao Doudou, and Dai Lü were frustrated. Twenty thousand coming in, twenty thousand going out—couldn’t they at least let them torture some to satisfy their hands?

“Impossible… impossible…”

The bound Zangyue Pavilion helmsman watched those soldiers, each two or three meters tall and wearing excellent battle armor, his eyes flickering with disbelief.

He and his organization had been dedicated to unsealing the Mo Wang Domain and awakening the Mo Wang Army sealed within. Now they suddenly appeared before his eyes, batch after batch—of course he couldn’t imagine it.

Because they used the Heavenly Origin Prison-Suppressing Tower for transfer, over the next half month, soldiers were continuously sent to Wangu Immortal Mountain without the world knowing.

Of course.

The entire Upper Realm currently had no mind to pay attention to the Wangu Sect, because they were all discussing whether or not the Demon Ancestor had revived.

“Something’s wrong.”

In the Jidao Cave Mansion, Qiye Zhenren said puzzledly, “If the Demon Ancestor has revived, he should take action. Why has there been no movement for half a month?”

“No movement is better.”

Tongu Zhenren rolled his eyes. “Do you want to see the Upper Realm in chaos?”

“Sigh.”

Qiye Zhenren shook his head. “I’m just afraid this is the calm before the storm.”

The Demon Ancestor’s revival had nothing to do with them as wandering cultivators. After all, those who destroyed the Mo Wang Tribe back then were the Ten Great Immortal Sects and various races. But if real chaos broke out, they’d inevitably be implicated, so they hoped more for peace in the world.

“Don’t think so much.”

Tongu Zhenren placed down a chess piece. “Everything has its destiny. All we can do is observe the changes quietly.”

“That may be so.”

“But…”

Qiye Zhenren roared, “You bastard switched pieces again!”

…

“Strange.”

In a palace of the Lingyao Immortal Realm, a hunched old man said with great confusion, “The black flowing light dispersed half a month ago. If the Demon Ancestor revived, why hasn’t there been any movement?”

Sitting on the throne, Empress Lingyao said calmly, “He probably just revived and is very weak, so he might be recuperating now.”

“My Lord.”

The hunched old man said, “The Realm Hall has summoned you several times already. Still not planning to go?”

“This empress is currently following their arrangements, pursuing the traitor Gu Zhaoxi.”

“…”

“Swish!”

Empress Lingyao stood up. “Master gave me a ten-year appointment. If there’s nothing important, don’t disturb this empress’s closed-door cultivation.”

“My Lord.”

The hunched old man said, “Jun Changxiao’s strength isn’t that formidable. Why take it so seriously?”

Empress Lingyao stopped. “In the Upper Realm, anyone can be underestimated, except him. Otherwise, Jin Hao wouldn’t have been defeated by him twice.”

“…”

The hunched old man’s expression became serious.

Defeating Jin Hao right after ascending to the Upper Realm, then thrashing him again in the Tiemu Forest—this Jun Changxiao truly couldn’t be underestimated. Who knew if he’d have the qualifications to battle their lord by the appointed day?

…

Two months later.

Jun Changxiao had finally brought all million Mo Wang Tribe soldiers back to the Wangu Sect.

Li Qingyang and Peiqi hadn’t been idle either. Inside the huge isolation formation, they’d built military camps, training grounds, and other facilities for housing them.

“Whew!”

Jun Changxiao leaned back in his study chair and let out a long breath. “Finally moved them all over!”

Twenty thousand a day.

Running back and forth a hundred times.

However, this effort was worth it.

A million First Revolution Core Formation Realm soldiers all settled on Wangu Immortal Mountain gave him tremendous confidence!

“Imperial Sword Profound Sect, Blade Ridge Profound Sect.” Jun Changxiao propped his legs on the desk, looking supremely arrogant. “If you’ve got guts, come at me!”

“…”

The System said helplessly, “If you’ve got the ability, go provoke the True Sect and Dao Sect in front of their mountain gates. What kind of hero picks on Profound Sects?”

…

Because the million-strong Mo Wang Army could be directly controlled by Yao Mengying, Jun Changxiao, after bringing them all back, didn’t enroll them in the sect. After all… there were simply too many people.

Of course.

The five males and four females couldn’t escape, nor could the Eight Ghost Generals.

“Slap!”

“Slap!”

After the sect seal was stamped, the Wangu Sect’s disciple count increased from 100,010 to 100,027.

Speaking of which, since ascending to the Upper Realm, the sect hadn’t recruited many disciples—seemingly only Sun Mucheng and the Pill Hall’s eight Chief Pill Refiners. (The word “seemingly” represents the author’s uncertainty about whether anyone was missed.)

Of course.

This related to Jun Changxiao’s development strategy.

The Upper Realm version of the main quest only required the sect to reach Immortal-tier, but had no personnel restrictions, so he preferred the elite route. After all, one more disciple meant one more resource consumption.

“Including Mengying.”

Jun Changxiao said, “My Wangu Sect has a total of nine Truth-Seeking Realm cultivators. We should qualify as a Profound-tier sect, right?”

“We don’t qualify,” the System said.

“Why?”

“Because the host is too weak.”

This sentence stabbed straight into Jun Changxiao’s heart.

According to the Xingyun Continent’s sect evaluation standards, if the sect master’s cultivation didn’t meet the standard, it would definitely be difficult to raise the tier. Fortunately, back then, Dogshit had cheated all the way and sailed smoothly, never holding the sect back in realm.

Now, he was holding them back.

“No way.”

Jun Changxiao said, “I need to confirm the Profound-tier sect standards.”

The Upper Realm had no certification institution for sects and couldn’t determine what qualified, but they could reference other sects for comparison, such as visiting the Imperial Sword Profound Sect or Blade Ridge Profound Sect.

“Girl!”

Jun Changxiao transmitted his voice. “Quickly have the Eight Ghost Generals cultivate the Hidden Cultivation Technique, then accompany this seat to visit a Profound-tier sect!”

The five males and four females who’d lost their Innate Demon Bodies were merely demonic cultivators. Bringing them out wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but the eight generals couldn’t—because they were genuine Mo Wang Tribe members. They had to constantly suppress their pure demonic energy to avoid discovery.

Someone asked.

What about their height?

As long as they completely suppressed their demonic energy, this wasn’t a problem. After all, basketball players could grow over two meters tall—wasn’t it normal for the human race to have a few tall people?

What about their appearance?

No problem—there were still disguise masks.

Simply put, with Truth-Seeking Realm level experts in the sect, if Jun Changxiao didn’t go out and stir up trouble, his whole body felt uncomfortable.

…

“Stomp stomp!”

“Boom boom boom!”

One day, to a heroic BGM, Jun Changxiao walked out of the great hall wearing a sable fur cloak and sunglasses.

Yao Mengying, wearing tight black clothing, stood on the training ground. Behind her, eight Truth-Seeking Realm Ghost Generals stood in a line wearing black suits, their hands arrogantly clasped behind their backs.

This scene was very gangster-like.

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao raised his hand and glanced at his Swiss XX brand watch. “Perfect timing. Let’s depart!”

Under the gaze of numerous high-ranking members and disciples, Dogshit brought Yao Mengying, the Eight Ghost Generals, and the five males and four females, dashingly boarding the Tongu Warship, then flying out of Wangu Immortal Mountain toward the Imperial Sword Profound Sect’s direction.

From the formation, was this a visit or settling old scores? It was really hard to tell.