When the Sharp Edge warship attacked, Jun Changxiao used the难收之刀 (Difficult to Recall Blade). He had already entered a weakened state—so why could he still fight with Xi Jingxuan?

Don’t ask. If you ask, it’s Old Man Taixuan’s doing.

Just kidding.

What enabled Jun Changxiao to stand up like a real man was using the system’s three-value zero-reset function.

Actually, right when Xi Jingxuan darkened and suddenly raised her sword to slash at him, if Dog Leftovers hadn’t reacted quickly, he’d probably have been chopped into eight pieces by now.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have much reputation value in his pocket, and contribution value had become worthless. Even emptying the three values to forcibly boost combat power, his strength still hadn’t recovered to peak condition. Otherwise, he’d have knocked that woman flat on the ground with one punch long ago.

At this moment, only Jian Guixu could stop the berserk Xi Jingxuan, yet this guy not only failed to help but actually had his sword momentum “borrowed,” truly adding fuel to the fire.

No choice.

Jun Changxiao could only put on an act.

Using his own death to attempt to awaken the darkened Xi Jingxuan.

This hackneyed plot was truly effective.

When Jun Changxiao let both hands drop, when his head lowered, the trace of consciousness still remaining within Xi Jingxuan’s body suddenly fought back, successfully seizing the initiative.

“Sect Master!”

Li Qingyang, Xiao Zueji and others roared with heart-rending grief.

Because the performance was too realistic and committed, the sorrowful emotion was rendered to the extreme. Men who heard it fell silent, women who heard it shed tears.

“You killed my worthy nephew!”

Gu Tianxing couldn’t bear it any longer. Energy gathered in his palm as he roared: “Die!”

“Father!”

Gu Zhaoxi hurriedly grabbed her father, tears streaming down: “Calm down, don’t be impulsive!”

The person is already dead! How can anyone stay calm!

“Sect Master Jun…” Xi Jingxuan’s hair and eyes returned to their original state. She was already crying like a pear blossom in the rain, then resolutely drew out the sword and held it horizontally across her neck: “I’ll follow you in death.”

“Slap!”

Just as she was about to slit her throat, a hand grabbed the sword hilt.

“I’m still alive!”

Gah!

Xi Jingxuan stared at Jun Changxiao with a blank expression.

Gu Tianxing, held tightly by his son, froze in his struggling state.

Clearly having no breath, clearly having no life force—how did this guy suddenly come back to life!

Right at this moment, Gu Tianxing’s peripheral vision swept over the Eternal Sect disciples and others, discovering they stood in place as if nothing had happened.

“Junior Brother Zhou’s swordsmanship has become even more exquisite.”

“In the Universal Holy War finals, he’ll definitely get a good ranking.”

“If there’s a chance, I must spar with Junior Brother Zhou.”

Everyone chatted back and forth, giving Gu Tianxing the instant illusion of time flowing backward.

The disciples who knew Jun Changxiao inside and out all knew he was acting and would even cooperate tacitly. Only Jian Guixu and others had believed it to be true.

If the Oscar for Best Actor were awarded to the Eternal Sect, it would be absolutely well-deserved.

—

Xi Jingxuan had awakened.

Jun Changxiao, who had genuinely taken a sword strike, was being bandaged by Sun Bukong, occasionally grimacing when the wound was aggravated.

Though the person was fine, it definitely hurt.

Especially when the power granted by the three values weakened, his whole person became even more limp than before.

“For that woman, you’d even throw away your life?” Hua Meigui walked in from outside.

“…”

Jun Changxiao roared inwardly: “It must be Big Mouth Su who spread the word again!”

A person inevitably encounters various misunderstandings.

But in this aspect, Su Xiaomo wouldn’t be wrongly accused.

Because it really was him who spread it. Now the entire sect was discussing how the Sect Master sacrificed himself to reform the berserk Xi Jingxuan.

“That…”

“I…”

Jun Changxiao stammered.

“You don’t need to explain,” Hua Meigui said. “You just need to remember that you’re the Eternal Sect’s Sect Master, with a group of disciples behind you to support. When doing certain things, you must think carefully.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao fell silent.

He had already calculated the situation at the time and knew no accidents would occur, but he didn’t open his mouth to explain for himself, because what she said was right.

Hua Meigui didn’t scold him further. After inquiring about his injury, she left.

Watching that gradually disappearing silhouette, Jun Changxiao’s chest transmitted another wave of pain.

“Sect Master,” Sun Bukong said meekly, “Master’s wife is jealous.”

“Scram.”

“Right away.”

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That night, Hua Meigui sat alone in her room, staring blankly at the flickering lamplight.

Actually, regarding the matter between Jun Changxiao and Xi Jingxuan, having been in the Eternal Sect so long, she naturally heard disciples privately discussing it, but always pretended not to know, pretended to be unaware.

Hua Meigui would absolutely never become wildly jealous or even unreasonably make a scene because her husband had connections with other women. After all, from the perspective of acquaintance, she herself was merely a latecomer.

She remembered clearly—when she married Jun Changxiao that year, she had also said she didn’t care how many wives and concubines Jun Changxiao had.

Hua Meigui was from the Soul Clan, with a mindset and thinking different from humans.

However, in the end, she was still a woman.

“Thud!” A falling sound came.

Hua Meigui pulled back her dejected consciousness. Her spiritual sense spread out and discovered Jun Changxiao lying like rotten mud below the wall. She walked out of the room and asked, “What are you doing?”

“I… I didn’t stand steady… fell down while climbing the wall…” Jun Changxiao grimaced.

Hua Meigui said helplessly, “Why are you climbing the wall?”

“Could you… first help me up…” Jun Changxiao panted. It was clear that in his weakened state, even climbing a wall gave him the feeling of having his body hollowed out.

“…”

Hua Meigui walked over, lifted him up with one hand, and placed him on a stone bench in the pavilion. She sat beside him: “Speak. What did you come to find me for?”

“That…” Jun Changxiao said, “Are you angry?”

“I’m angry.”

“Actually, Palace Master Xi and I aren’t what you imagine. We’re… just friends…”

“…”

“When a friend is in trouble, how can I stand by and watch?”

“…”

“If it were you who lost reason, I would likewise use my life to awaken you, and I wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest.”

Such mushy words actually coming from Jun Changxiao’s mouth—simply incredible!

“Pfft!”

Hua Meigui covered her mouth and laughed.

“Hey!”

Jun Changxiao went crazy: “I came to apologize. Can you be serious!”

“I’m only angry that my husband disregarded the big picture and acted willfully. Why do you need to explain your relationship with Palace Master Xi?” Hua Meigui said.

“…”

Jun Changxiao was struck speechless.

Hua Meigui leaned over: “Does my husband think I’m jealous?”

“Uh…”

Jun Changxiao responded with a non-committal sound.

“I’m not that narrow-minded,” Hua Meigui said. “Moreover, my husband isn’t the type to philander. “

“That’s good.”

Jun Changxiao breathed a sigh of relief, then said earnestly: “Though I’m cheap, though I’m shameless, though I’m especially handsome, I would never be unfaithful. I treat feelings with complete devotion!”

“I believe that without doubt.”

The system said, “Because emotional intelligence doesn’t permit the host to do that!”

“Hua Meigui,” Jun Changxiao supported himself on the table and stood up: “Listen clearly. I’m an uncultured person who can’t say sweet things. Just remember that I have you in my heart and can’t fit any other woman.”

“My god!”

Su Xiaomo hiding in the shadows widened his eyes.

Elder Wei standing nearby silently muttered: “This line, I didn’t teach him!”

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