Jun Changxiao defeating the black-robed person not only made Tonggu Zhenren happy, but also surprised at his realm.
So on the way to the City Lord’s Manor, he inquired about the situation, saying, “Disciple, did you gain deeper comprehension of your secret manual? That’s why you broke through from sixth revolution to the peak?”
Back then, Dog Sheng had fabricated a lie, saying he cultivated some kind of martial art that suppressed his realm, and only through comprehension could he break through.
No helping it.
Otherwise how to explain?
Now that his master asked again and even self-rationalized, Jun Changxiao’s answer was naturally: “Correct!”
Things had reached this point, he could only continue fabricating.
Jun Changxiao definitely wouldn’t say that advancing to the peak was because he had sacrificed his sworn brother.
Thinking of Gu Chaoxi, Dog Sheng’s heart ached again.
Old brother.
Have you already been reborn?
Did you get a good family?
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Shifting the scene to a small mountain village in the Mountain Sea Realm, Gu Chaoxi lay in a medicinal bath, his body’s meridians being frantically nourished, a blissful expression appearing on his small face.
“With such good parents, I can save at least a few thousand years of struggle!”
Why say this?
Because, having drunk the Nine Dragon Flood Dragon’s milk, eaten the juice of Nine Spirit Sacred Fruit, and now being nourished by various heavenly treasures, the not-yet-one-month-old Gu Chaoxi’s constitution had undergone tremendous changes. If he started cultivating the martial path, he would absolutely take off on the spot!
Moreover, his father and mother were both top-tier experts, so they definitely had countless profound martial arts. He completely didn’t need to cultivate his previous ones—directly learning higher-level ones, wouldn’t that be wonderful?
The more Gu Chaoxi thought about it, the happier he became, the more blissful he felt.
The good times didn’t last long. A few days later, when guests came to visit, he immediately started wailing.
Those visiting the Gu couple were the realm lord of Mountain Sea Realm and his wife. The two of them, no, they weren’t human—they were beast tribe, with human bodies and crocodile heads!
By human aesthetic standards, absolutely hideous!
This was… Mountain Sea Realm’s number one handsome man and number one beauty?
Dad.
Are you blind!
Are you deliberately sabotaging your son!
The reason the Mountain Sea Realm lord and his wife came to visit was naturally to see this future son-in-law. At first glance, they took a liking to him and began discussing with the in-laws when the wedding should take place, ultimately deciding on age sixteen, as it met this realm’s legal age.
Hearing them discussing his wedding date, Gu Chaoxi was so angry he wailed. If he had the ability to speak, he would definitely shout loudly: “I object to this marriage!”
There were countless examples of humans and demon kind uniting—he himself wasn’t opposed to it, but with parents looking like this, their daughter definitely wouldn’t be much better. If he really married in the future, wouldn’t he be falling into hell?
No way!
Once grown up, run away!
The Gu couple here were breaking their hearts over their son’s marriage, while the not-yet-one-month-old Gu Chaoxi had already conceived thoughts of escaping the marriage.
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Sacred City, City Lord’s Manor.
When Jun Changxiao followed his master and Senior Qiye inside, just outside the main courtyard there were already quite a few experts with profound auras gathered.
“Senior Tonggu!”
“Senior Qiye!”
Various major powers and rogue cultivators cupped their hands, their eyes flashing with admiration. When they saw Jun Changxiao, they also hurriedly cupped their hands, smiling: “Sect Master Jun!”
Without the previous invasion incident, Dog Sheng in the eyes of various warriors would merely be Tonggu Zhenren’s disciple. Now, however, he was truly regarded as a person of importance.
Jun Changxiao hadn’t been a sect master for just a day or two. Since he had come to this kind of occasion, he naturally would also display diplomatic grace, so whenever someone greeted him he returned the courtesy, his face constantly bearing a smile.
However arrogant he was earlier, that’s how humble he was now.
What attracted the eyes of various experts the most was Hua Meigui accompanying Jun Changxiao, because her novel-styled clothing was truly eye-catching.
The City Lord’s Manor had quite a few women, and their appearances weren’t bad either, but compared to Hua Meigui, they suffered comprehensive crushing. The only one who could compete with her was probably Empress Lingyao.
Jun Changxiao straightened his back.
The reason he prepared formal wear for this woman—wasn’t it for today?
Don’t look at how Dog Sheng could be shameless sometimes, but since he was attending a major occasion, he still cared quite a bit about face.
Hua Meigui’s azure blue long formal dress directly suppressed all other women present, greatly satisfying his vanity.
“Everyone.”
At this moment, Sacred City’s lord walked out, cupping his hands with a smile: “The meeting will be held first thing tomorrow morning. Accommodations for all of you have been properly arranged, please follow the servants.”
“Many thanks for City Lord Ying’s hospitality!”
Everyone cupped their hands and followed the attendants to their lodgings.
Jun Changxiao also went along, but since his lodging was separate from his master’s, he was arranged in the south wing.
“Sect Master Jun.”
The soldier responsible for leading the way brought them to a courtyard with a decent environment and respectfully said, “This is the room where you and your esteemed wife will temporarily reside. If you have any needs, please notify me at any time.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Just one bedroom?”
This question stumped the soldier, who weakly said, “Sect Master Jun and his wife still need two bedrooms arranged?”
“Uh…” Jun Changxiao also realized that his question was a bit stupid, so he waved his hand: “Nothing else, you may go.”
“Farewell!”
After the soldier left, Hua Meigui smiled: “Who sleeps in the bedroom?”
Although the two had long had the name of husband and wife, whether in the Soul Clan Continent or at the Eternal Sect, they had always lived in their respective courtyards, completely without any interaction.
The sect’s higher-ups and disciples all found it strange, but didn’t dare ask.
Tonggu Zhenren had heard about this matter, which was why he was puzzled—how could a married couple still sleep in separate rooms? Thinking about it led him to wonder if his disciple had some kind of problem?
The question was.
Who told him about this?
Su Xiaomo expressed: I’m not taking the blame for this!
Jun Changxiao said flatly, “I still need to cultivate.”
“Fine.”
Hua Meigui looked at the sky and walked into the bedroom: “Then I’ll go to sleep.”
“Creak!”
Opening the door, closing the door.
Jun Changxiao stood in the courtyard, feeling the cold wind blow, shaking his head: “She’s not being polite at all.”
The courtyard arranged by the city lord also had side rooms where one could barely make do for a night, but Dog Sheng still chose to sit in the stone pavilion to meditate and cultivate, thinking about the black-robed person he had encountered earlier.
He didn’t care why the other party wanted to hide his appearance and change his voice. What he cared about was that when he himself got serious in the match, this guy had instead held back.
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West wing.
Guhong Zhenren stood at the study window, looking at the scenery outside, saying, “On the appointed day, are you confident you can defeat that brat?”
He was also one of those participating in the meeting, so he had been arranged an independent room.
“Before seeing him, this disciple didn’t dare be certain.”
The black-robed person leaning against the doorway said, “But after exchanging blows with him today, I have ninety percent confidence.”
These words sounded arrogant, but coming from his mouth they seemed very calm, as if giving people a natural feeling.
“Hahaha.”
Guhong Zhenren laughed loudly: “This master took a liking to precisely this confidence of yours, which is why I didn’t hesitate to expend my lifespan to bring you up from the Lower Realm.”
“Master, please rest assured.”
The black-robed person gently raised his head, the corner of his mouth slightly upturning, revealing a tiger tooth: “On the day of battle, this disciple will definitely be able to defeat him.”
“Achoo.”
Jun Changxiao, sitting in the stone pavilion, sneezed and rubbed his nose: “The wind is a bit strong.”
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