After two years, Epic Quest Six was not only successfully completed, but the completion rate reached 1000%, creating the highest record.

Setting aside other rewards, just leaping from Lower to Peak in one go—this kind of terrifying degree, not calling him a cheat would simply be doing a disservice to all the martial artists in the Upper Realm.

“As expected.”

Jun Changxiao sat elegantly on the rooftop, hands clasped together. A breeze blew, lifting his regenerated permed-looking black hair, revealing his chiseled face: “The process of growing stronger is just this plain and simple, yet monotonous.”

The system promptly delivered a piping hot roast: “For a person like Host, without relying on quests to advance, breaking through to Wuwang in the Lower Realm would be a huge miracle.”

“Did I boast?”

“…”

Admittedly, from Dog Sheng’s growth to now, realm advancement overwhelmingly came from Epic Quests and experience talismans. But he actually had his difficulties too. Managing an entire sect, being both father and mother—if he still advanced using traditional methods, how could he complete main quests?

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao leaped down before the sect’s great hall, domineering and majestic: “Ten great Immortal Sects, this seat awaits your arrival!”

After breaking through to Peak, even his speaking tone changed.

This.

Very Dog Sheng.

However, after skillfully pulling up the shop and seeing the new Supreme commodity purchase right priced at 22,000 reputation points, he couldn’t help cursing, “Damn, I have to pay another 2,000 out of pocket!”

“Ding! Host consumes 22,000 reputation points, obtains Supreme Commodity ×1, already transported to spatial ring.”

“Ding! Sect Reputation: 9,000.”

No matter how expensive this thing was, Jun Changxiao had to buy it.

He didn’t immediately touch it, because like drawing prizes, it required luck and timing. He’d definitely need to specially bathe and burn incense before opening it when he had time later.

“The hundred tons of ore rewarded should be useful, right?”

Jun Changxiao thought for a moment, then got up and headed to the Array Formation Hall.

“Huh?”

“The Sect Master has recovered to his original appearance!”

Along the way, disciples stopped to discuss.

“Sigh.”

Hua Meigui also saw, shaking her head: “Still cuter in child form.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.

Actually, he hadn’t expected continuous realm breakthroughs would restore his body.

“Master.”

Entering the Array Formation Hall, Jun Changxiao took out a brilliant ore: “Take a look at this item’s quality.”

Taixuan Elder put down the diagram in his hands, leaned in for a careful look, quite surprised: “What is this?”

“Heavenly Spirit Tempered Ore.”

“Heavenly Spirit Tempered Ore?”

Taixuan Elder had some understanding of various ores in the Upper Realm, but had never heard this name.

Jun Changxiao said, “Can it be used to build warships?”

The Epic Quest rewarded a hundred tons of ore. His first thought was warships, since Master had previously mentioned needing high-grade ores.

“Go ask Hall Master Fan.”

Taixuan Elder said, “Check the quality.”

He was devoted to array formation research, not very proficient in ores.

“Alright.”

Jun Changxiao went to the Casting Hall. The reason for personally going was also because Fan Yeizi worked late into the night every day forging second-generation battle armor, with no free time except for eating, drinking, and relieving himself.

…

Casting Hall.

Metallic scent pervaded.

Jun Changxiao walked in from outside.

Fan Yeizi was single-mindedly researching molds, with moldy steamed buns on the table long since dried out.

Dog Sheng standing at the entrance gradually formed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

He loved seeing employees working busily, because it let him see himself toiling and worrying for the sect.

“Pff!”

Fan Yeizi coughed up blood.

Mecha battle armor was his responsibility. Working day and night researching, truly painstaking effort in the literal sense.

Jun Changxiao felt deeply guilty, silently calling Sun Bukong over to give him a full physical examination while instructing him to work harder and strive to complete the year-end task quotas.

Under the boss’s encouragement, Fan Yeizi worked even more desperately, repeatedly fainting and being revived at the table.

For a sect to succeed required employees’ plain, simple, yet monotonous lazy work.

…

“Sect Master!”

“This ore of yours is good stuff!”

Fan Yeizi held a piece of Heavenly Spirit Tempered Ore, eyes flashing with excitement.

As an expert in forging, just from the touch he could feel this item’s quality was extraordinary. Forging weapons or protective gear would be no problem.

“Can it build warships?”

“Build what?”

“Warships.”

“The Wangu kind?”

“Correct.”

“…”

Fan Yeizi rolled his eyes: “A piece of ore weighing two or three jin can already produce complete battle armor with difficulty. The Sect Master still wants to make warships?”

“There’s material.”

“How much?”

“One hundred tons.”

“O-one hundred tons?”

Fan Yeizi’s eyes widened.

He had high awareness of Upper Realm ores. Though he hadn’t heard of what he held in his hand, its tier was at least comparable to Immortal-grade. The Sect Master actually had a hundred tons—this…

“Stop joking!”

…

“Rumble!”

In the large warehouse used for storing ores on Casting Peak, Jun Changxiao casually waved his hand. A hundred tons of Heavenly Spirit Tempered Ore appeared from thin air, the scale comparable to a small mountain.

“My heavens…”

Fan Yeizi’s eyeballs nearly popped out.

Jun Changxiao asked, “This seat wants to use this ore to make warships. What do you think?”

“Yes!”

With so much high-quality ore, as long as the technique was exquisite, in Fan Yeizi’s view, never mind building one warship—even ten wouldn’t be a problem!

“However.”

His expression turned serious: “The ten great Immortal Sects could attack at any time. Why not make the ore into weapons and equipment?”

“That works too.”

Jun Changxiao wasn’t in a hurry to build warships. If it could be converted into equipment to enhance sect hard power, that was naturally excellent.

Fan Yeizi said, “The sect has ready-made battle armor assembly lines and complete battle armor systems. As long as we set the plans properly, we can forge third-generation battle armor in no time!”

“What’s the strength?”

“Definitely far superior to second generation!”

He was very confident, stemming from the ore’s high grade.

“Alright.”

Jun Changxiao said, “I’ll give you fifty tons of ore. Produce third-generation battle armor as quickly as possible.”

“What about the other fifty tons?”

“Naturally for forging mechas!”

“That works!”

The Dark Diablo’s raw materials weren’t very high grade. Its super-strong defensive power came from the internal array formation system. If forged with Heavenly Spirit Tempered Ore, the tier would definitely rise several levels.

Jun Changxiao asked Taixuan Elder, who naturally had no objections after learning of it.

Thus, the Casting Hall became even busier than usual. Many Array Formation Hall members were dispatched to participate in battle armor and mecha research. Even Mao Xiaodao, who cleaned the toilets, was no exception, striving to achieve substantial progress as quickly as possible.

“Pff!”

“Pff!”

Sounds of painstaking effort rang out in the workshop.

Jun Changxiao stood at the door crack, witnessing disciples still working diligently on IVs. The corner of his mouth slightly curved upward, showing a satisfied smile.

This.

Was life.

…

Wangu Sect was busy, and the ten great Immortal Sects weren’t idle either.

According to preliminary estimates, roughly one or two months would be needed to seal the Stone Statue Clan and Dragon Clan.

“Hmph.”

The Lingtian Immortal Sect Master sat in the great hall, sneering coldly: “Jun Changxiao, cut off one pair of your wings—can you still fly?”

…

Dragon Domain.

Jun Changxiao sat in the Dragon Palace: “The ten great Immortal Sects are targeting Wangu Sect. You don’t need to worry about this. This seat will beautifully resolve them.”

Damn!

How did this guy get in?

Of course by relying on the Star Spirit Realm’s main warship.

This type of tech product could forcibly fly to the Lower Realm. Silently merging into a small world was naturally effortless.

That being said, outside the ten great Immortal Sects were working themselves to exhaustion, yet still couldn’t prevent Jun Changxiao from maintaining contact with both clans. In the end, it was merely… drawing water with a bamboo basket—a complete waste of effort.