“Let’s go.”
Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers and led the disciples back to the sect.
On the road, he skillfully opened the system shop, considering what commodities he should buy.
Currently speaking.
Having advanced to Huang level, with more weapons and pills added, there really wasn’t any clear hard need.
However.
Overflowing contribution points would be zeroed after twenty-four hours, so even without needs, he had to create needs.
Jun Changxiao thought silently: “The modified Insurmountable Blade can’t be unsealed, meaning I still don’t have any trump cards. I could consider buying a Cosmos Talisman just in case.”
Even with cultivation advancement, ultimately he still needed reliable trump cards to save his life at critical moments.
The Cosmos Talisman that drastically increased cultivation was undoubtedly very suitable.
As for the full year of side effects, with the Spacetime Secret Realm, it really wasn’t a problem at all.
Decided!
“Ding! Host has spent 10,000 contribution points to obtain Cosmos Talisman ×1. Already transmitted to space ring.”
“Ding! Sect contribution points: 23743/20000.”
After purchasing, Jun Changxiao looked at the commodities and discovered small note annotations—the content read: This item limited to two purchases.
Regarding this kind of purchase limitation, he’d already seen through it. Not only did his heart stir not a ripple, but he even felt like laughing.
“The remaining several thousand contribution points, I’ll buy from the intermediate shop.”
Sect Master Jun had developed a habit—he had to save up enough contribution points for his heart to feel secure.
It was precisely this habit that enabled him to have enough contribution points to buy a Cosmos Talisman when the Extreme Cold Palace Supreme Elder came to kill, thereby subduing him to sweep the sect’s courtyards.
“Ding! Ding!”
A series of complicated notification sounds rang out.
Sect Master Jun’s control was excellent—he spent all the excess three thousand plus contribution points.
What did he buy?
AK47s, AWM sniper rifles, and various grades of constitution liquids.
Firearms here were items that became harder to demonstrate value as levels increased, but mainly they were cheap and could be equipped to Wolf Cavalry Hall.
At that time, Wolf Cavalry soldiers riding Hurricane Wolves and wielding AK47s, killing back and forth on battlefields—the scene would definitely be beautiful as a painting!
“Screech—”
The Magic Ridge Black Eagle’s cry echoed through Eastern Haotian Province’s firmament.
“Awooo!”
“Awooo!”
Wangu Sect disciples riding Hurricane Wolves galloped across this land, sometimes forming character formations, sometimes forming straight lines, extremely ostentatious.
…
“Hmm?”
Having just left Eastern Haotian Province’s border, Jun Changxiao suddenly ordered the Magic Ridge Black Eagle to stop, frowning as he looked toward the distant dark mountain forest.
The disciples following immediately halted.
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang said: “Why did we stop?”
“There are people in the forest ahead.”
People?
The Extreme Cold Palace Supreme Elder released his spiritual perception and indeed discovered a group of black-robed martial artists in the forest. His eyes immediately showed surprise.
That was at least seven to eight hundred miles away.
He could actually detect it—his spiritual perception’s extension distance was too exaggerated!
As a half-step Wusheng, the Extreme Cold Palace Supreme Elder could easily extend his spiritual perception thousands of miles away. Naturally, when traveling, he would also reduce it to several hundred miles.
At this distance, even peak Wuwang couldn’t compare.
Now, at a mountain forest seven to eight hundred miles away, Jun Changxiao could detect it in advance—this was truly somewhat inconceivable!
“That mountain forest is filled with fierce beasts. Perhaps there are mercenaries hunting fierce beasts.” Zhen Dejun said.
“No.”
Jun Changxiao said: “They’re waiting for someone.”
“Waiting for who?”
“Waiting for us.”
Zhen Dejun looked completely confused.
In this unfamiliar place, who would be waiting for us?
“Whoosh, whoosh—”
Just then, several streams of light flew from the dark forest, then suspended in midair, presenting six martial cultivators wearing strange masks.
Li Qingyang and the others didn’t recognize them.
However, Xiao Zuiji and Ye Xingchen recognized them.
Because years ago, just after finishing their challenge at Northwest Hezhou Royal City, they’d been pursued by four masked Wuhuang.
From the auras emanating, these six were clearly stronger in cultivation than those before.
Especially the masked person standing at the very front—his aura was extremely profound, seemingly merged as one with heaven and earth. He was either peak Wuhuang or half-step Wusheng!
“Sect Master Jun.”
A hoarse, aged voice came from within the mask: “My family’s master wishes to see you. Would you be interested in accompanying this old man for a trip?”
Jun Changxiao said: “This seat is hurrying back to the sect and has no interest in accompanying you.”
In Northwest Hezhou, they nearly abducted my disciple. This debt hasn’t been settled yet, and they dare appear again? Do they think I’m magnanimous and don’t hold grudges?
The masked person said: “Sect Master Jun, coming to invite you today—go you must, not go you must as well.”
Very domineering, very arrogant!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Just then, large numbers of black-clothed martial artists hidden in the distant mountain forest rode wind-element fierce beasts and charged forward.
Their numbers reached over a thousand, all wearing strange masks.
“Roar!”
“Roar!”
Roars rose and fell in succession.
In mere moments, this group of masked martial artists flew over, surrounding Wangu Sect’s several hundred disciples. The sinister evil aura they emanated together made people shudder!
“How scary.”
Su Xiaomo pretended to be frightened.
Li Fei, Tian Qi, and the others grinned.
Looking across all Wangu Sect disciples—even surrounded by so many fierce and malevolent masked martial artists, far from being afraid, they instead emanated strong battle intent.
Going to Hundred Lily Saint Sect, many hadn’t fought, holding back their energy.
Now, suddenly a group of ill-intentioned martial cultivators popped out—naturally they could vent satisfyingly!
“Sect Master Jun.”
That leading masked person said in a deep voice: “If you don’t want any disciple casualties, best to follow this old man.”
This meaning.
Refuse to cooperate and they’d attack.
“Who are you people?” Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose.
He could immediately order disciples to fight freely, but had to ask clearly whether these masked fellows were Dark Sect forces!
That person said: “Follow this old man to meet the master, and you’ll know who we are.”
“Not saying.”
Jun Changxiao shrugged: “Then naturally this seat won’t go.”
“Sect Master Jun.”
That masked person’s voice turned cold: “Don’t refuse the toast only to drink the forfeit.”
“Elder!”
Someone standing beside said: “This brat clearly doesn’t want to go. Might as well just attack directly!”
Several other masked people agreed, both hands already gathering spiritual energy.
“This world’s wines—this seat has drunk them all, but never drunk forfeit wine. Today, I’d like to taste it.” Jun Changxiao smiled.
These words were really cheap.
That leading masked person raised his hand, saying indifferently: “In that case, this old man will let Sect Master Jun taste this forfeit wine’s flavor!”
Swish!
Swish!
A thousand black-clothed masked people riding fierce beasts all rose into the air, either bringing out weapons or gathering spiritual energy to kill forward.
These people’s strength was very formidable—average cultivation all at peak Wuzong level.
Moreover.
Among them were several dozen Wang-level cultivators!
Being able to deploy such forces, it was hard to imagine how powerful their faction was!
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao’s eyes turned cold: “Execute without mercy!”
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
The Wangu Sect disciples who’d long been eager to try all brought out weapons, eyes blazing as they met the attacking masked people.
Whoosh, whoosh—
For a moment, powerful killing intent instantly permeated this firmament.