The Jun Changxiao who came to the Sacred Medicine Realm only wanted to take what he needed, so he ordered his disciples to get busy.
However, the things he needed were too numerous—medicinal herbs, medicinal seedlings, medicine beasts, medicinal fields.
To take all these would require moving the entire Sacred Medicine Realm empty.
Shang Zhonghou wasn’t pleased.
He’d finally taken on a big contract to help Young Master Chen obtain various resources, only to encounter this group that seemed like bandits. He had to stop them!
To put it bluntly.
If Jun Changxiao only took a few items, he could pretend not to see, but digging away even the land interfered with his employer’s profits—he absolutely couldn’t accept that.
Therefore, Shang Zhonghou made his move.
A finger beam flew out, severing the blade of grass Jun Changxiao was chewing.
This was a warning—if he didn’t cooperate, next time it would be his head that was severed.
If it were someone else, they’d surely be shocked by that divine finger beam just now and might even develop a psychology of fear and flee. But the person in question happened to be Jun Changxiao.
Who was he?
A protagonist suspected of having improper values and suspected of being a eunuch.
There’s no smoke without fire.
Since he’d been labeled with such tags, it meant this person definitely had problems, and often took extreme paths due to perverse and twisted psychology.
Provoke him?
Wasn’t that just seeking death?
The early Jun Changxiao, in the eyes of the world, courted death in various ways. The later Jun Changxiao, in the eyes of readers—whoever provoked him was courting death.
“Hmph.”
The steward walked over, saying coldly, “Senior Shang has already been very merciful. You lot had better scram quickly!”
“Who are you again?”
Jun Changxiao looked over with a dark expression.
“The Chen Family!”
“Chief Internal Steward…”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Before he finished speaking, Jun Changxiao suddenly appeared before him, grabbing the rocking chair and smashing it down on his head and face repeatedly, cursing as he struck, “A mere steward acting so arrogant!”
“Outrageous!”
Shang Zhonghou’s gaze turned cold as several finger beams shot forth explosively.
Jun Changxiao turned and held the rocking chair horizontally in front of him.
“Bang bang bang!”
The powerful finger beams struck the rocking chair, shaking him back several steps. When he steadied himself, he grinned, “No wonder you’re so arrogant—turns out you have some ability.”
Shang Zhonghou was astonished.
A seemingly ordinary rocking chair could actually withstand his Aurora Finger!
Could this be a supreme treasure?
In fact, the rocking chair was truly very ordinary—it was just something Hall Master Fan made for the Sect Master in his spare time. It could withstand such powerful force because Jun Changxiao had reinforced it with profound True Spirit Force.
With his current strength, even a brick could be used as a weapon, especially the corner areas which could even produce several times the damage from head strikes.
“Boy!”
“Hitting me is hitting the Chen Family!”
“You’re finished!”
The steward, beaten bloody all over his head, retreated while roaring.
Chen Jinqiao’s brows furrowed deeply, his face showing displeasure.
He’d already announced his identity, yet this fellow dared to strike first. He truly didn’t take my Chen Family seriously.
“Senior Shang.”
Chen Jinqiao said, “These people are yours to handle.”
He also didn’t like to dawdle. After all, the Sacred Medicine Realm’s medicinal qi was too strong—staying even one more minute came at a cost. He had to quickly obtain the needed medicinal herbs and leave this place.
“Young Master Chen can rest assured and gather herbs.” Shang Zhonghou said, “I’ll handle them.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
So they’d also come to gather herbs.
I dig mine, you dig yours—wouldn’t it be fine for everyone to coexist peacefully? Why drive people away and monopolize the medicinal herb sanctuary? What’s the point!
“Ptui!”
The System said, “You call that digging? You’re basically about to collect the entire Sacred Medicine Realm!”
“I collected it with my own ability—is that wrong?”
“…”
The System was rendered speechless.
Don’t blame Jun Changxiao for speaking somewhat excessively.
In fact, if any person had an independent plane, they’d all have the thought of moving the Sacred Medicine Realm away.
Like Chen Jinqiao.
Every time he came to the Sacred Medicine Realm, every time he returned with full loads, even regretting that the warship’s capacity was too small.
So this time he hired a powerful expert and specially piloted a high-level warship to come, precisely so he could take as much as possible. If it could contain a plane, that would be best.
A plane unsuitable for living beings to inhabit—since heavenly materials and earthly treasures existed there, naturally whoever had the ability took more, whoever lacked ability took less.
This was still good.
Look—even owned property, as long as it was coveted, would be seized through any means necessary.
“Boy.”
Shang Zhonghou raised his finger as light gradually gathered, saying, “I’ll give you three counts. Quickly scram from the Sacred Medicine Realm, or else…”
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao sighed.
He slowly raised his hand.
Shang Zhonghou said, “He who understands the times is a wise man. You still have hope.”
“Don’t misunderstand.”
Jun Changxiao, raising his hand, said, “I’m not surrendering. I’m…” He waved both hands, “Everyone come over, come over.”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The Eternal Sect disciples gathered in the Sacred Medicine Realm either dropped the medicine beasts they were carrying or threw down the medicinal herbs they were holding, flying over at maximum speed, then gathering near the Eternal, surrounding Shang Zhonghou, Chen Jinqiao, and the others.
“What?”
“Want to use numbers to bully the few?”
Shang Zhonghou was disdainful.
“Hahaha!” The steward laughed loudly, “Senior Shang is famous in Du Tian Realm for being skilled at using the few to fight the many. These weak soldiers and crab generals aren’t even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!”
Shang Zhonghou’s face showed arrogance.
What the steward said was true. Precisely because of this, he was hired by Chen Jinqiao. After all, there were too many medicine beasts in the Sacred Medicine Realm—they needed this kind of expert skilled at using the few to fight the many.
“In that case.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Then let’s give you the respect you deserve.”
“Clap!”
“Clap!”
“Clap!”
Continuous clapping.
With each beat, tens of thousands of people appeared out of thin air in the sky above. Until finally, a hundred thousand disciples, tens of thousands of mechas, elders, protectors, and hall masters all arrived on scene.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
Explosive auras pervaded, blanketing the Sacred Medicine Realm.
The smiles on Chen Jinqiao and the steward’s faces completely froze, especially as they sensed the explosive realm aura waves—their scalps immediately went numb.
“Swish!”
Just then, Jun Changxiao sat in a chair prepared by Xiao Zuiji, his hands clasped together, his chin resting on them, smiling, “Will you single-handedly challenge this seat’s entire sect? Or will this seat’s entire sect single-handedly challenge you?”
“…”
Shang Zhonghou’s mouth twitched slightly.
If it were only the hundred thousand-plus disciples, he might not take them seriously, but among them existed many upper echelon and even core disciples, all glaring at him furiously, making him feel as if he’d fallen into a dragon’s den and tiger’s lair.
“Not speaking?”
Jun Changxiao said, “Then single-handedly challenge this seat’s entire sect.”
“Attack.”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
In an instant, densely packed Heaven-Crossing Palm Imprints pressed down. The quantity was already beyond description, and the scene of using many to bully the few was equally indescribable!
The Eternal Sect’s battle power all deployed—the formation was truly too powerful.
However.
Shang Zhonghou was also a veteran of many battles. Facing the pressing palm imprints, he calmly and unhurriedly spread his ten fingers. Aurora Force gathered, instantly shooting out dozens of finger beams.
“Can a firefly’s glow compete with the bright moon’s radiance?” Jun Changxiao said indifferently.
Liu Sinan, Gongsun Hou, and other upper echelon all raised their right hands as gorgeous, multi-colored light beams shot forth.
This was the Seven Profound Radiant Light Break.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Streams of seven-colored flowing light penetrated through the Heaven-Crossing Palm Imprints, striking at him from extremely tricky angles!
Shang Zhonghou’s Aurora Finger condensed energy to form slender light beams. The Eternal Sect’s Seven Profound Radiant Light Break likewise condensed light beams, but not only was the power stronger—they were also thicker and more numerous than the former!
“This is bad…”
“Bang bang bang!”
“Boom boom boom!”
Various light beams bombarded, various palm imprints suppressed.
Chen Jinqiao, the steward, and others fled in terror toward the warship. Occasionally looking back to see over a hundred thousand people suspended in mid-air, condensing various forces to bombard one area, their scalps exploded with fright.
If Shang Zhonghou was compared to a special forces soldier wielding an AK-47, at this moment he was one person surrounded by a hundred thousand troops. What’s deadly was that they held machine guns, heavy machine guns, and rocket launchers, bombarding him wildly.
The question is.
Who could withstand this?
So when Jun Changxiao raised his hand, when the Eternal Sect disciples ceased fire and holstered their weapons.
The arrogant Aurora Spirit Hero lay sunken in a deep pit, his entire body scorched black, his mouth and eyes crooked as he foamed at the mouth.
Jun Changxiao shook his head, looking at the terrified Chen Jinqiao, the steward, and others in the distance, disappointedly saying, “This is what you called using the few to fight the many?”
“…”
Big brother!
Your “many” is way too many!
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