“Name.”

“Gou Fugui.”

Jun Changxiao looked up at Du Nan and said, “In the future, should this Sect Master call you Fugui or your dharma name?”

“Dharma name.”

“Okay, Fugui.”

“…”

Slap!

Jun Changxiao stamped the seal. The sect had one more disciple.

Moreover, this was very meaningful because the recruit was a Buddhist cultivator.

At this point, the Eternal Sect already had Sword Dao, Blade Dao, Evil Dao, Demon Dao, and Buddhist Dao—truly all-encompassing!

“Sect Master.”

Du Nan said, “This Great Vajra Sutra…”

“No rush, no rush.”

Jun Changxiao said, “After you make great contributions to the sect in the future, this Sect Master will definitely give it to you.”

“What counts as a great contribution?” Du Nan asked.

Jun Changxiao handed him the broom, patted his shoulder, and said, “Your fellow disciples are all rough men who can’t do delicate work, so the inner courtyard’s cleanliness is entrusted to you.”

“Can I refuse?”

“Someone’s still needed to clean the latrines…”

“Fine.”

Du Nan accepted the broom and said very earnestly, “This disciple will work hard!”

See, such people were the easiest to fool.

Just bring him into the pit, and he’d stop calling himself “this poor monk” and directly call himself “this disciple.”

Looking again at the Purple Scale Demon King who wore red underwear all day—even now he still called himself “I” and had never called him Sect Master.

However.

Recently this guy had also changed, developing a sense of belonging to the Eternal Sect.

Not because of home, not because of food, but because a tiny fifth-rate sect actually made first-rate sects suffer losses—this was simply incredible!

Recalling what Jun Changxiao said to him in the prison about the human-demon combination, he couldn’t help thinking, “Such a promising sect—this King cooperating with them to accomplish great achievements should be very easy!”

…

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao reclined in his study chair, opened the Technique Pavilion, locked onto the Great Vajra Sutra, and murmured, “This type of Buddhist martial art only requires 66 books to exchange, but it’s not easy to find.”

Turns out he wasn’t bluffing—this supreme Buddhist mental cultivation method truly existed.

Unfortunately, he could only view it, not purchase it.

“As disciple levels increase, it’s time to purchase some higher-level martial techniques,” Jun Changxiao said, stroking his chin.

Currently, the Five Elements Heaven-Observing Art, Crimson Heaven Flame Slash, and Seven Profound Luminous Breaker were the Eternal Sect’s three strongest martial arts, completely not inferior to first-rate sects with deep foundations.

However.

Sect Master Jun felt they were too few.

Because there were many disciples, there must be many martial techniques to achieve diversification.

Jun Changxiao definitely didn’t want tens of thousands of disciples to only know one or two high-level techniques, repeating the same moves when fighting others—how boring would that be?

The System said, “You just want different ways to pad word count.”

“Scram.”

…

The matter of Jun Changxiao detaining four Half-Saints from first and second-rate sects hadn’t spread, so the outside world still focused on the Eternal Sect monopolizing the spirit stone vein.

This matter gradually faded, and the martial world became calm again.

Jun Changxiao on one hand considered enriching the sect’s martial technique library, on the other hand organized disciples to prepare for challenging the Life-Death Secret Realm’s Difficult Mode.

“Whoosh!”

One day, advancement momentum came from the inner courtyard.

Jun Changxiao, just emerging from the back mountain Training Tower, grinned and said, “The Ning brothers are finally breaking through.”

Indeed.

Ning Duxing and Ning Duzui, stuck at peak Martial King for a very long time, finally found an opportunity and touched the Martial Emperor level.

The advancement momentum was just that—not worth wasting ink describing.

In any case, both had long qualified to advance. Breaking through to Emperor rank was normal.

At this point, only Jiang Xie remained from the once F4, making him hit his head against walls in frustration every day.

Why “once F4”? Because the Eternal Sect added two more elders—Ding Xingwang and Gongsun Haohai. Now they could be called the Six… Great Vajra Warriors!

“Don’t worry, don’t worry.”

Old Ge comforted him, “It’s only a matter of time.”

As the fourth elder who entered the sect already at Martial Emperor cultivation, he truly stood there talking without feeling the pain.

Jiang Xie felt so miserable he wanted to cry.

He wasn’t that desperate for higher realms, but as the Eternal Sect’s first elder, his realm had fallen behind—this truly shamed the Sect Master’s cultivation of him.

Moreover.

Only with higher realms could he find his lost sister.

Jiang Xie wouldn’t forget his original intention for joining the Eternal Sect. Whether or not Jun Changxiao had forgotten this matter, he was still vigorously developing intelligence organizations.

Currently, the sect’s intelligence gathering already surpassed the Demon Fiend Sect.

“Hall Master Li.”

This day, Jiang Xie came to the Fine Rain Hall again and said, “Any news?”

Li Luoqiu shook her head and said, “The clues you gave are too few. Finding someone in a vast sea of people is truly too difficult.”

“Oh.” Jiang Xie left dejectedly.

Since the intelligence organization spread out, he came to inquire every day. Although he knew there was little hope, at least it was something to look forward to.

“Sect Master.”

Li Luoqiu entered the main hall and said, “There’s something I must report to you.”

“Speak,” Jun Changxiao said.

Li Luoqiu said, “Regarding Elder Jiang’s sister, I’ve found some clues, but… the person may have already passed away…”

“You didn’t tell him?”

“No.”

Li Luoqiu could tell Jiang Xie cared deeply about his lost sister, so even knowing there were clues, she didn’t dare presume to inform him, fearing he couldn’t bear the blow.

Jun Changxiao said, “Carefully confirm it. If the intelligence is accurate, tell him. After all, people living in this world cannot avoid grief and joy, separation and reunion.”

“Yes.”

Li Luoqiu withdrew.

However, just walking out of the main hall, she saw Jiang Xie walking down the stairs dejectedly like a walking corpse.

“Rustle rustle!”

The dark clouds covering the Eternal Sect finally couldn’t hold back any longer and began sprinkling torrential rain forming continuous lines.

Jiang Xie walked through the outer courtyard with drooping shoulders, letting the rain wash over his body, letting raindrops flow down his cheeks, touching his lips with a slightly bitter taste.

Unknowingly, he walked to the back mountain peak, then sat soaking wet on a rock, hands constantly clenched tight, fingernails digging deep into flesh, thin streams of blood dripping down with the rain.

“What’s wrong with Elder Jiang?”

Li Fei, Tian Qi, and others going to train at the Training Tower all looked puzzled.

Over the years, Jiang Xie had given them the impression of being very carefree and devilishly charming. They’d never seen him so dejected and dispirited.

“The intelligence Fine Rain Hall obtained says your sister passed away many years ago, when you were probably still cultivating martial dao, so…” Jun Changxiao walked over and said, “Some things cannot be changed through effort.”

“I understand.”

Jiang Xie’s voice came out slightly hoarse.

He truly understood, just never wanted to face it. He used repeated inquiries, repeated disappointments to forcibly comfort himself that his sister was still alive, just very difficult to find in the vast sea of people.

He had woven a painting in his heart.

The painting showed Jiang Family Town, his old home, his sister and parents.

That was a beautiful wish, but once punctured, all wishes shattered.

Jun Changxiao used his aura to block the rain’s harassment, then placed a jar of old wine on the rock and said, “Although drowning sorrows in wine only deepens sorrow, at times like this men should drink heartily, venting their suppressed emotions.”

“Slap!”

Jiang Xie knocked off the mud seal, grabbed the wine jar, and gulped it down.

Rainwater and tears on his cheeks mixed with the wine. The taste was sweet, sour, bitter, spicy—drinking it meant tasting grief and joy, separation and reunion.

Jun Changxiao knocked off the mud seal and raised his wine to drink together.

Right now, all he could do was accompany Elder Jiang in drinking heartily, drinking until completely drunk!

After downing one jar, Jiang Xie swayed unsteadily. He threw the wine jar away, pointing at the sky and cursing, “Damned Heaven, why are you so cruel!”

“Burp!”

Jun Changxiao burped from the wine.

Thinking of how he transmigrated here, his face flushed red as he pointed at the sky cursing, “Damned Heaven, why are you so heartless!”

“Boom! Boom!”

Two lightning bolts descended from the sky, directly striking at their feet.

Half their drunkenness instantly cleared. Shivering, both said, “Just joking, just joking!”