Various powerful experts rushed over in a flurry, but the situation wasn’t as severe as imagined, so they left without lingering.
Of course.
Before departing, they didn’t forget to investigate the Eternal Ancient Sect.
This sect rising like a comet gave them a very mysterious feeling. Naturally they hoped to understand it further.
Unfortunately, their spiritual sense had just surged toward Iron Bone Mountain when it was mercilessly bounced back by the formation.
Formation Hall Master Zhen Dejun wasn’t just about using explosions for art. After studying the Thirty-Two Esoteric Formations, he had long ago set up an isolation formation around the sect to prevent others from peeping with spiritual sense.
“Since it’s not the Purple Scale Demon King bringing disaster to all living beings, Han will take his leave first.” City Lord Han clasped his hands.
After receiving the spatial ring containing large amounts of spirit stones from Yi Tianxing, Jun Changxiao said: “City Lord Han came all this way with great difficulty. Won’t you stay for a simple meal before leaving?”
A Martial Saint level expert.
If he could befriend him, he naturally should.
“The imperial city’s affairs are busy. I won’t trouble Sect Master Jun to go to such expense.”
City Lord Han clasped his hands, then took flight.
“City Lord Mu, stay for a simple meal?” Jun Changxiao looked toward City Lord Mu, who shook his head: “Another time.”
Thus, the various powerful experts present at Iron Bone Mountain quickly departed, but in their hearts they muttered—it was clearly just a small group of low-level fierce beasts invading, yet the altar side had made such a big deal out of it.
After seeing everyone off, Jun Changxiao was also muttering to himself: “This Purple Scale Demon King should have some ability. Otherwise, how could the entire continent’s powerful experts be so tense?”
However…
Being toppled by a single cannon shot was way too weak.
Or could it be that fellow had been sealed for too long and his strength hadn’t reached its peak? Thinking my Eternal Ancient Sect was easy to bully, he came over arrogantly looking for trouble?
“If that’s the case.”
Jun Changxiao shook his head: “He’s really stuck on ‘dying before completing his mission.'”
Indeed.
Thousands of years ago, having assembled so many formidable fierce beasts preparing to make a big splash, he was finished before even starting.
Now making a comeback, his cultivation not yet recovered, his subordinates not fully summoned, he became a prisoner again.
The Purple Scale Demon King, locked back in the prison cell, sighed with tears filling this hero’s襟: “This King wants to do great things with vigor and vitality. Why is it so difficult!”
“Creak!”
The cell door opened again.
Su Xiaomo entered first and efficiently set up a chair. Jun Changxiao sat down gracefully, crossed his legs, interlaced his fingers, and smiled: “Do you submit?”
“Submit my ass!” the Purple Scale Demon King said angrily.
Although captured, although his subordinates were defeated, he was unwilling to accept it. Because he wasn’t in his strongest state—otherwise, he could definitely crush this human and his sect to powder!
Jun Changxiao’s expression turned grave: “You’re a Demon King who wants to do great things. I’m also a person who wants to do great things. If we strong individuals join forces in a human-demon combination, we’ll definitely be able to accomplish great achievements!”
Ding!
Your friend Strategic Hoodwinking Bureau Vice Director Jun has come online!
“Bah!”
The Purple Scale Demon King said hatefully: “You humans are cunning and treacherous. This King would be sold and still help you count money—how could I work with you!”
Jun Changxiao said seriously: “Your strongest physical body, my strongest brain—if we two join forces, we can truly do whatever we want on Falling Star Continent!”
He wasn’t in a hurry to use the Sect Master Ball, because if he could persuade surrender with words, he could naturally save it.
However, the Purple Scale Demon King said with firm will: “Dream your spring… spring…”
“Spring and autumn dream?”
“Right! Go dream your spring and autumn dream!”
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao stood up: “Since you don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame this seat for being impolite.”
“Swish!”
The high-grade Sect Master Ball appeared in his hand. He struck a graceful throwing pose: “Say you’ll eat your words!”
“Bang!”
The Sect Master Ball directly smashed into the Purple Scale Demon King’s head, but nothing happened.
“Eh?”
Jun Changxiao was dumbfounded.
He picked up the Sect Master Ball again and shouted anew: “Go, Sect Master Ball!”
“Bang!”
It hit the Purple Scale Demon King’s head again, but still nothing changed!
“Holy crap!”
Jun Changxiao broke down: “Why isn’t it working!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
He smashed several more times in succession, finally gasping for breath as he lay back in the chair, roaring in his heart: “What’s going on!”
The system said: “Theoretically speaking, the Purple Scale Demon King is only at emperor level. He should be directly subdued. The host’s repeated failures mean his true strength has exceeded the high-grade Sect Master Ball’s capture range.”
“…” Jun Changxiao broke down.
Completing the quest gave him a Sect Master Ball, but it couldn’t achieve his desired subduing. What use was this protagonist identity!
The system said: “Shouldn’t the host be laughing?”
“What’s there to laugh about?”
“Even the high-grade Sect Master Ball can’t subdue him, which means his level is very high. If you can make him yours, he’ll definitely be an extremely formidable enforcer!”
This statement instantly reminded Jun Changxiao. He immediately transformed from a broken-down state to wearing a sinister smile: “That makes sense!”
Seeing him suddenly display a strange smile, the Purple Scale Demon King’s heart immediately grew cold as he thought: “Could he have some disgusting hobby?”
“Are you hungry?” Jun Changxiao said gently.
Hungry?
Even if this King is truly hungry, how could I say so!
“Little Mu.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Go have Dudu stir-fry some dishes and bring two jars of wine. This seat wants to drink with this brave warrior until drunk today.”
“Yes!”
Su Xiaomo left efficiently.
Before long.
Hei Yi and Hei Er prepared the dining table, then set out various kinds of delicious food along with two jars of aged wine.
These dishes were substantial—all meat dishes.
“Brave warrior.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Since you’re of the beast race, this seat prepared more meat dishes.”
“Hmph.”
The Purple Scale Demon King sneered: “This King prefers eating human flesh!”
“Pity I’m not Tang Sanzang. Otherwise I’d cut off a piece for you to eat.” Jun Changxiao sat down: “Untie this brave warrior.”
“Click click click!”
The chains were removed. The Purple Scale Demon King’s body swayed unsteadily—he truly was very weak.
However, he didn’t walk over. Instead, he said coldly: “Detestable human, what tricks are you playing!”
Jun Changxiao said: “You’re a prisoner after all. Naturally you should eat your fill. Only then can we continue torturing you.”
“Sect Master Jun.”
Zhao Doudou, huddled in the corner, smelling that soul-stirring food aroma, said weakly: “May I have some too?”
“Drag him out and beat him.”
“Huh?”
The obstructive Zhao Doudou was taken out. Only Jun Changxiao and the Purple Scale Demon King remained in the cell.
One had no cultivation and was completely powerless. One was severely injured and utterly exhausted. They actually had quite the feeling of fellow sufferers.
The food’s aroma permeated the entire cell, crazily assaulting the Purple Scale Demon King’s extremely sensitive sense of smell, causing him to involuntarily drool.
“Come eat.”
Jun Changxiao said this, then helped himself to his chopsticks and began eating.
Seeing him eat with such relish, the Purple Scale Demon King swallowed, then turned his head away with difficulty. But his body was honest, step by step moving over.
“Plop!”
He sat down. His left hand pressed on his right wrist, forcibly preventing himself from taking chopsticks. His facial expression was extremely ferocious, extremely conflicted.
King!
You must hold on!
Unfortunately, the beast race’s self-restraint couldn’t compare to humans.
In the end, the Purple Scale Demon King succumbed. He picked up chopsticks, grabbed a piece of braised pork, and said angrily: “Foolish human, this King will eat until full and wait for you to torture me!”
“Swish!”
He swallowed it whole.
“Buzz—”
The food had just reached his mouth—he hadn’t even chewed yet—when the food’s flavor deeply stimulated the Purple Scale Demon King’s taste buds through his palate, making him feel as if struck by lightning. His head full of scorched black hair suddenly stood completely on end!
In a trance, he seemed to be running beneath the setting sun. That was his once-lost youth…