First-Grade Flame Stones from the Crimson Prison Realm were very suitable for use as energy propulsion, but Jun Changxiao didn’t purchase any because… he had no money.
Admittedly, Dao Stones were more comprehensive than Flame Stones, but this world primarily cultivated fire-based martial dao. If he took them out for exchange, people definitely wouldn’t care for them, so he could only find a way to earn money.
Actually, with Jun Changxiao’s strength, he could simply rob them directly. Let alone Revered Martial City—even the entire Crimson Prison Realm had no one who could stop him. But how would that be different from being a bandit?
Along this journey, Jun Changxiao had indeed robbed quite a few things, but he could say with a clear conscience that he had never done anything like unprovoked pillaging and plundering. If there were such cases, please give examples—I’ll shut down the book and stop writing myself.
Some people might use forbidden lands as an example.
However, those were merely ownerless objects nurtured by heaven and earth, not public facilities built with official organization funding.
What’s the problem with me taking them by my own ability?
If forbidden lands count as public property, then what about various mineral veins? Would all the major sects be unable to compete for them? Would there be no development?
Moreover.
Forbidden lands were extremely dangerous—of ten who entered, six or seven died.
By destroying them, Jun Changxiao not only deprived most people of cultivation environments but also invisibly saved many lives from becoming moths to the flame.
Using modern morality to judge his morality in a world where the strong prey on the weak—destroying forbidden lands and saving living beings, wasn’t that righteous?
Of course.
Jun Changxiao’s original intention was to strengthen the sect, not to save all living beings.
But what he did indeed prevented many martial artists from perishing in forbidden lands in the future. This was undeniable and unquestionable.
Gou Sheng never considered himself a good person.
For example, on the planar battlefield, he crazily extorted continental martial artists. The behavior seemed excessive, but in reality, he let them exchange money for safety, allowing them to return smoothly to their homelands and reunite with their loved ones.
You’re happy, I’m happy.
Isn’t everyone satisfied?
Did he really have to be portrayed as a great chivalrous hero serving country and people, doing everything without expecting returns?
There was such a case!
When the Star Spirit Realm’s First Fleet invaded, there was no quest, yet didn’t he still step forward?
He even used the System’s power in the Dragon Clan to pull Gu Tianxing and his wife to the Upper Realm, thereby avoiding a world-destroying calamity.
Looking back at Jun Changxiao’s development from the Meteor Star Continent to the Upper Realm, whenever great disasters struck, it was always he and the Eternal Sect who turned the tide. Otherwise, right now the Demon Ancestor would still be fighting the Ten Great Immortal Sects to the death—or perhaps they would have already been destroyed by the Star Spirit Realm and become cosmic dust.
Stop saying Gou Sheng’s morality is wrong.
Besides being foul-mouthed and liking to cackle strangely, when has he ever done anything that harms heaven and reason?
I also hope some readers maintain a pure heart of critique, rather than going overboard with criticism and getting trapped in their own imaginations, viewing Jun Changxiao as a thoroughly evil person. That would be unfair to him.
A certain reader surnamed Duo: “He’s a scumbag!”
Author: “Plus one!”
…
“Very good!”
“Now I’m motivated!”
Jun Changxiao was completely unaware that so many words had been written about his moral issues. At this moment, his eyes flashed with brilliance.
From the Upper Realm to the Star Spirit Realm, they had to cross quite a few star systems along the way. The energy problem must be resolved, otherwise if they ran out of fuel while flying, being stranded in the endless universe would be awkward.
However.
How to earn money?
Jun Changxiao wandered aimlessly through the streets, beginning to consider how to obtain First-Grade Flame Stones.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Just then, sounds of fighting came from the distance, and rolling heat waves surged over.
“Isn’t fighting prohibited within the city?”
Jun Changxiao released his spiritual sense and discovered that at the end of the street, a disheveled martial artist was gathering fire attributes and madly attacking passersby. His pupils were crimson red, as if he had fallen into madness.
“Sigh.”
A middle-aged man nearby shook his head and said, “Another one’s gone mad.”
Another?
Jun Changxiao curiously asked, “Friend, is this person sick?”
“He’s not sick.”
“If he’s not sick, how did he go mad?”
The middle-aged man looked him over and, seeing his plain attire, said impatiently, “Any martial artist who absorbs Flame Stones could fall into madness. Don’t you know that?”
“…”
Jun Changxiao fell silent.
“Die!”
“Die!”
At the end of the street, the martial artist with crimson pupils charged through the street like a mad bull. Although passersby avoided him one after another, they still couldn’t escape being severely injured.
“If you don’t want to die, hurry and hide.” The middle-aged man reminded coolly, and he himself had already moved far away.
In a short time, all the martial artists on the entire street had scattered. Although there was panic on their faces, it wasn’t too obvious—mainly because they had experienced this many times and were already accustomed to it. They also knew that the Forbidden Guard Army would soon appear and kill the mad person on the spot.
Wait?
Why wasn’t that guy in the gray robe hiding?
The passersby who had hidden in advance all looked at Jun Changxiao standing motionless in place.
Some wanted to give a kind reminder, but feared alarming the mad martial artist, so they could only hold back their words.
“Die!”
“Die!”
The mad person couldn’t find any targets on the street and charged directly at Jun Changxiao.
…
“Buzz!”
“Buzz!”
On the Eternal’s light screen, real-time images of what was happening on Revered Martial City’s street appeared.
“Sun Bukong.”
Jun Changxiao’s voice rang out, “Is this person sick?”
Sun Bukong hurriedly walked over to examine carefully, even enlarging the image so that every nose hair of the mad martial artist could be seen clearly. But before he could determine anything, Miao Saifeng, who was sitting nearby drinking tea, spoke up, “This person has been poisoned by fire toxin. He will die within a quarter-hour.”
“Fire toxin?”
Jun Changxiao said, “Is there a way to save him?”
“This type of poison isn’t terrible—it only forms through accumulated exposure over time. Small amounts won’t cause death, but if it accumulates to a certain degree and erupts, even immortals would find it difficult to save him.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
“However.”
Miao Saifeng continued, “Sect Master possesses the Fire Soul Spirit and should be able to forcibly neutralize it.”
“Understood.”
Jun Changxiao removed the special glasses that connected him to the warship and looked at the mad martial artist charging at him, saying, “Meeting me is your good fortune.”
“Swish!”
He moved.
“Smack!”
He grabbed the mad martial artist!
“Boom!”
With his left hand in a slow motion, he pressed the other party to the ground. With his right hand in a slow motion, he pried open the mouth and tossed in a pill.
“Ahh—”
The mad martial artist screamed.
The middle-aged man from earlier said in surprise, “This guy has some skill!”
The passersby also began discussing, clearly not expecting that the seemingly frail fellow could easily subdue a martial artist who had fallen into madness.
“As expected!”
“Experts truly exist among the common folk!”
However, what shocked them even more was that the mad martial artist being pressed to the ground and screaming gradually regained normal vision. The violent fire attribute dissipated, and he said with a dazed expression, “Wasn’t I cultivating? How did I end up on the street?”
“He’s awake!”
“He actually woke up!”
The passersby on the street cried out in astonishment.
Jun Changxiao helped the now-normal martial artist to his feet and assumed the appearance of a sanctimonious charlatan, saying, “You just had a violent poison outbreak. First you would lose rationality, then you would die on the spot. Jun, adhering to heaven’s virtue of cherishing life, used a special pill to completely cure you.”
“Here it comes!”
The System said, “Jun the Great Deceiver!”
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