Never would anyone have imagined that after hiring a substitute, there would be such terrible side effects that Jun Changxiao went insane!
How insane?
Every day he fantasized about being the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, thinking about how to attack the Heavenly Court.
The only thing still relatively normal was that this guy didn’t perform Monkey King’s signature ear-scratching and cheek-rubbing actions—otherwise, people would easily suspect he’d been possessed.
He hadn’t been possessed.
It was simply that the side effects made him go mad.
Perhaps when Monkey King was substituting for him, he left his own memories in Gou Sheng’s mind, which was why he acted so abnormally after waking.
“What should we do about this?”
Liu Sinan and the others stood in the great hall, watching the Sect Master lounging in a chair with an attitude of “my fate is mine to control, not heaven’s,” and the worry on their faces grew even thicker.
“Alas.”
Elder Wei sighed.
Everything had been fine, and suddenly he’d gone mad.
“Everyone.”
Hua Meigui walked in and said, “All matters will temporarily be handled by Young Master Yuan.”
“Yes!”
The elders quickly cupped their fists.
The Sect Master had gone mad, but the Sect Master’s wife was still here—everyone would naturally follow her lead.
“Husband.” Hua Meigui took Jun Changxiao’s hand and led him out of the hall, saying, “I’ll take you to the Heavenly Court.”
At this moment, she could have managed the sect herself, but she still entrusted it to Yuan Feng because she wanted to use more time to care for him.
“Swoosh!”
Gou Sheng shook off her hand and shouted, “Monster, don’t randomly claim to be my wife!”
“…”
Everyone was speechless.
The Sect Master had truly gone thoroughly mad—he was even treating his own wife as a monster.
Elder Wei helplessly thought to himself, “The Sect Master was already a bit unenlightened in emotional matters. Now that he’s gone mad, it’s probably even more hopeless.”
…
Jun Changxiao had gone mad.
But life had to go on.
So the Eternal Sect was temporarily managed by Young Master Yuan, and each peak and hall continued operating in an orderly fashion.
More and more disciples broke through using the Heavenly Mechanism Secret Realm, and overall strength rose with the tide.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
On the open ground outside the Formation Hall, several newly built starship warships began test flights with excellent results.
“Swoosh—”
Inside the War Cavalry Hall, Dark Destroyer mechas conducted routine training. Because their performance was constantly being improved, their combat power increased daily.
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
Suddenly, one mecha flew up and down, high and low, even performing high-difficulty aerial rotations—the most dazzling presence among all the Dark Destroyers.
Shortly after, the mecha landed and its glow dimmed.
The camera gave a close-up of the mecha’s back, which had ’66’ carved on it.
“Click!”
The hatch opened.
Jing Zhixiao jumped down dashingly.
He tossed his helmet to a junior brother nearby and skillfully caught the toilet-cleaning broom.
Before leaving, he didn’t forget to instruct, “Everything’s normal—no maintenance needed for now.”
“Senior Brother Jing is amazing!”
“Just that aerial rotation flying technique—we’d probably need several years to learn it!”
“Definitely! Senior Brother Jing is the first-generation pilot of mecha number 66. When it comes to piloting, he’s absolutely the strongest.”
Jing Zhixiao, walking out of the War Cavalry Hall, stopped and listened to his fellow disciples discussing him, a proud smile gradually appearing on his face.
In terms of strength.
I can’t compare to Second Senior Brother and the others.
In terms of photography.
I can’t compare to Li Shangtian.
But when it comes to piloting mechas, I, Jing Zhixiao, dare claim first place!
“Why does Senior Brother Jing, being so amazing, go clean latrines?”
“I heard he faked an injury on purpose, so the Sect Master punished him to clean toilets. His technique is quite good—on par with Senior Brother Mao.”
“Indeed, gold will shine even in a latrine!”
The junior brothers watched Jing Zhixiao’s gradually receding figure, their gazes filled with deep admiration.
…
Inside the Forging Hall.
Brand new battle armors were being produced one after another.
Fan Yezi caressed the equipment he was responsible for forging as it emerged, a gratified expression appearing on his haggard face.
Speaking of the Eternal Sect’s busiest halls, they were definitely the Pill Hall, Formation Hall, and Forging Hall, because they were constantly researching pills, mechas, battle armor, and other strategic resources.
Therefore.
Over these years, Hall Master Fan had been in a state of high-intensity work. His beard had nearly grown to the ground, and his face was haggard to the point of seeming near death.
Actually, with the Eternal Sect’s current production capacity, just equipping the disciples was more than sufficient.
But in Jun Changxiao’s plan, since they needed to crush the Star Spirit Realm with absolute strength, relying on just one sect wasn’t realistic. They had to mobilize the entire Eternal Realm and use all available forces, so various strategic resources were actually being prepared to equip all the tribes.
Not just arming the sect.
But arming an entire realm.
Don’t say I’m using hall scenes to deliberately pad the word count—today’s close-ups are laying the groundwork for better showing off tomorrow.
The key point is that when Jun Changxiao leads everyone to attack the Star Spirit Realm, the scene must be absolutely shocking, must make the artist cry, and must follow the three abundances: many warriors, many warships, many special effects!
When that time comes, I hope everyone upgrades to new high-spec phones in advance to prevent them from crashing.
…
Before a waterfall on Iron Bone Mountain.
Hua Meigui stopped and pointed at the cave inside. “Husband, this is the Water Curtain Cave you mentioned.”
Jun Changxiao had been madly rambling about Flower-Fruit Mountain and Water Curtain Cave, so she had Peppa create one according to her speculation.
The question was:
How could she create something so similar when Jun Changxiao was just rambling names?
Because back when they had leisure time, Gou Sheng had told Hua Meigui stories—like Journey to the West and Investiture of the Gods—so she knew quite a bit about these things.
“Nonsense!”
Jun Changxiao said, “This isn’t the Water Curtain Cave at all—don’t try to trick me!”
Though this guy spoke that way, his body very honestly stepped forward.
“The Great King has returned!”
“The Great King has returned!”
Passing through the waterfall into the cave, a group of monkeys surrounded him.
Don’t ask where they came from—ask and you’ll learn that Hall Master Zi personally selected these actors from the Spirit Beast Hall to perform alongside the Sect Master’s wife.
“Haha!”
“Children, sorry to keep you waiting!”
Jun Changxiao sat in a chair, crossing one leg. “Bring me fine wine!”
“Pa!”
“Pa!”
Jars of Drunk in Life and Death were neatly arranged. When the mud seals were opened, wine fragrance filled the entire cave, making people drool.
“Come!”
“Drink to your heart’s content!”
The mad Jun Changxiao truly substituted himself as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven—even his drinking posture appeared unrestrained and free.
“Thud!”
After three rounds of wine, he collapsed drunkenly on the ground.
Old Niu took off his monkey skin and collapsed, saying, “Madam, how long do we have to keep acting?”
“Until he regains consciousness,” Hua Meigui said.
“…”
“Next, you’ll play the Great Sage Pacifying Heaven, Bull Demon King, and perform a sworn brotherhood scene with your husband,” Hua Meigui instructed.
“Yes.”
Playing a monkey was a bit difficult, but playing a bull? That was type-casting.
…
That night.
Jun Changxiao slept in the Water Curtain Cave.
Because he’d drunk too much, his snoring thundered like rolling thunder.
Hua Meigui came over, gently covered him with a blanket, sat beside him, and murmured, “Husband, do you remember on our wedding night when I fell asleep reviewing memorials and you woke from your drunkenness and covered me with a blanket before leaving?”
Jun Changxiao didn’t respond.
Because he was sleeping deeply.
Hua Meigui leaned against the bedside, her hands supporting her chin, her eyes glimmering with memories of the past. “I kept asking myself why I came to like you. After thinking for a long time, I finally understood—it was probably that casual gesture that day.”
“I don’t know what burdens you’re carrying that make you wholeheartedly develop the sect. I only know you’ve been evading feelings, even though you’re misunderstood by many.”
“Now.”
“You should have put down those burdens.”
“And I…” At this point, Hua Meigui stood up and gently nestled into Jun Changxiao’s embrace, saying softly, “As your wife, I’ll always stay by your side and perform a carefree, worry-free play for you.”