Savage beasts had no refinement when it came to eating—they often consumed raw meat directly.

So the meal prepared by Liu Wanshi dealt a fatal critical hit to the Purple Scale Demon King, leaving him sitting there in a daze for quite some time.

In that moment, his soul had already flown away, chasing after his lost youth beneath the setting sun.

“Got him.”

A smile appeared on Jun Changxiao’s face.

He had complete confidence in the meals Liu Wanshi prepared.

As long as the other party could taste how good it was, if once wasn’t enough, they’d just do it a few more times. Let’s see how long it could hold out!

“Smack, smack!”

The Purple Scale Demon King’s soul finished running around, then it began wolfing down the food.

It was truly too weak and too hungry. In just a few moments, it had eaten an entire table of delicacies clean.

“Gulp!”

After drinking more than half a jar of wine, the Purple Scale Demon King said with unsatisfied desire: “Is there more!”

“Yes, tomorrow.”

Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers and said: “Xiao Mo, drag it out to accept artillery judgment.”

“…” The Purple Scale Demon King.

Damn it, just finished eating and before it could even catch its breath, the torture begins. That’s way too fast!

“Boom!”

Artillery fire came from the back mountain.

Before long, the heavily wounded Purple Scale Demon King was dragged back to its cell.

Jun Changxiao knew this fellow must have been formidable during its prime, so during the persuasion phase, continuous bombardment was necessary to prevent it from healing, keeping it perpetually in a weakened state.

Xiao Zuiji had never expected that not only would he find a live target, but he could also use it for practice every day!

This was so comfortable!

…

“Whoosh!”

Jun Changxiao stretched in his chair in the study, then began thinking about more problems, such as the egg the Purple Scale Demon King had mentioned.

Was it the egg obtained from the Fire Dragon Beast that eventually hatched Little Dragon?

“Could it be…”

Jun Changxiao said in surprise: “It laid the egg?”

“No, no.”

“That fellow is clearly male, how could it possibly lay eggs!”

The System said: “Maybe it just has that function.”

“Nonsense!”

Jun Changxiao absolutely didn’t believe a male body could have the ability to nurture life, otherwise what use would female bodies have?

“I’ll ask tomorrow.”

This Purple Scale Demon King definitely had a story—he had to pry it open!

“Sect Master.”

Elder Wei walked in and said: “The new batch of medicinal herbs has matured.”

“Really?”

Joy flashed in Jun Changxiao’s eyes.

This batch of matured medicinal herbs could be used to refine Wuwang Pills.

After collecting them from the Medicine Hall into his spatial ring, he began unhesitatingly refining them with maximum one-click automation.

“What a hassle.”

Jun Changxiao rubbed his temples and said: “I still have to do this pill refining myself.”

The System said speechlessly: “Your realm has been entirely raised through missions and experience talismans—doing a little work will kill you?”

“It will.”

“…”

“The side missions gave quite a bit of contribution value, and I still need to consume it to make room for the rewards from sect missions.” Jun Changxiao murmured.

When sect construction level increased, the member limit would also rise, so martial equipment also needed continuous expansion.

When contribution value was scarce, Jun Changxiao mostly used it to refresh the shop and try his luck, but ever since disciples exceeded ten thousand, his usage had also leaned more toward sect development.

This was quite normal.

After all, it was a sect system—everything prioritized the sect.

…

The next day.

Jun Changxiao first inspected the construction site, then went to the prison. As usual, he set out food and wine for the Purple Scale Demon King to eat first.

This made Zhao Doudou incredibly envious, but he could only watch longingly without daring to make a sound.

During the meal, Sect Master Jun had inquired about the egg matter, but unfortunately, while the other party ate, it was very principled—it wouldn’t answer any questions.

So be it.

Straight to artillery judgment.

From then on, the Purple Scale Demon King could eat a meal prepared by Liu Wanshi every day, and also had to endure bombardment every day. Its life could truly be described as a world of ice and fire.

The Eternal Sect returned to its usual tranquility, with disciples continuing to cultivate and complete missions.

A few days later, all sect missions were completed. Personnel numbers and achievement value all met requirements, and an upgrade button appeared for construction.

“Upgrade!”

“Ding! Sect construction upgraded to Level 8!”

“Ding! Sect member limit, contribution value limit, and achievement value limit increased!”

“Ding! Sect [Lingyan Pavilion] has opened!”

As the notification sounds ended, the System panel changed.

Sect Name: Eternal Strongest Sect.

Sect Master: Jun Changxiao.

Sect Level: Fifth-rate.

Sect Construction: Level 8.

Sect Functions: Alchemy Pavilion, Forging Pavilion… Lingyan Pavilion.

Sect Techniques: Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic [Divine Grade Initial Stage]… Mountain-Crushing Earth-Shattering Fist [Supreme Grade High Stage].

Sect Members: 20,000/50,000.

Sect Contribution Value: 20,000/50,000.

Sect Achievement Value: 2,200/50,000.

Sect Missions: None currently.

Sect Main Mission: Within 100 years…

Seeing each value increase from twenty thousand to fifty thousand, Jun Changxiao almost couldn’t resist dancing, since there was only half the distance left to the main mission quota!

If it upgraded to Level 9, it would very likely reach one hundred thousand!

“Calm down, calm down.”

Jun Changxiao took a deep breath and said: “The road is only halfway done, don’t get carried away too early!” Though he said this, in reality he had already crouched down, covering his face while getting completely carried away.

After the System upgraded, the most satisfying part wasn’t the increased values, but the new functions that opened!

“What could this be?”

“Could I really be able to summon Tang Dynasty officials?”

Jun Changxiao had already begun fantasizing about the scene of summoning fierce warriors like Qin Qiong and Cheng Yaojin!

It was also possible that inside would be portraits of the twenty-four officials, and activating them would allow him to possess the abilities of a famous general!

The System said: “Can you stop dawdling? Hurry up and open it to see!”

“Alright!”

Jun Changxiao clicked on [Lingyan Pavilion], and immediately a small panel appeared.

This newly opened function had a 3D projection space-like quality. Inside indeed hung twenty-four… blank sheets of paper with nothing on them!

“Where are the portraits?”

Jun Changxiao collapsed and said: “Why are there twenty-four blank sheets!”

“Hm?”

Just then, he saw a line of small text at the bottom. The content read—This Lingyan Pavilion is modeled after Tang Taizong’s Officials’ Pavilion. The host can also designate twenty-four disciples of the sect to become the twenty-four officials of the Eternal Sect. If conditions are met, the awarded disciples can receive generous rewards.

Looking further down, there was a selectable list. When he touched it lightly, a densely packed list of names immediately appeared.

Ranked first was Lu Qianqian, second was Li Qingyang, third was Su Xiaomo, and so on in order. From the sequence, they appeared to be arranged by order of entry.

“Just select twenty-four and that’s it?” Jun Changxiao clicked on Lu Qianqian’s name.

Whoosh!

The paper hanging at the very top of Lingyan Pavilion gradually displayed lines, as if automatically drawing. After completion, it showed the three characters “Lu Qianqian.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

He thought it would draw the disciple’s appearance, but it only wrote the name!

“Hm?”

Lines continued appearing on the paper, and the final content displayed—Merit Points: 10/100 points [Currently ineligible to enter Lingyan Pavilion].

“What the hell, merit points are needed too? Didn’t it say I could designate freely?” Jun Changxiao collapsed.

The System said: “The host only has nomination qualification. Whether they can ultimately enter Lingyan Pavilion also depends on how great the disciple’s contribution to the sect is.”

“I see.”

Jun Changxiao then casually clicked on Li Qingyang’s name. The second blank paper gradually displayed content—Li Qingyang, Merit Points: 98/100 points [Currently ineligible to enter Lingyan Pavilion].

“Wow!”

Jun Changxiao said in surprise: “My second disciple has such high merit points?”

“Obviously.”

The System said: “He both manages internal affairs and guides fellow disciples, and has been continuously renovating sect construction. Such an all-capable grand steward absolutely has high contributions to the sect.”

“So Qingyang truly is this seat’s favorite.”

Jun Changxiao then clicked on both Xiao Zuiji and Su Xiaomo. After their names were imprinted, the displayed merit points were 34 and 31 respectively.

The System said speechlessly: “Lingyan Pavilion only has twenty-four spots. Although you can change freely before final confirmation, the host can’t be this careless!”

“They’re all core disciples of my Eternal Sect, how is this careless?”

While speaking, Jun Changxiao clicked on Ye Xingchen’s name. The displayed merit points were only 6 points, even lower than Lu Qianqian’s.

“How are these merit points calculated?”

“How should I know.”

“Aren’t you all-knowing?”

“Have you ever seen an all-knowing system get slapped in the face over and over?”

“Never.”