With the stronger Sect Protection Grand Formation protecting the sect, Jun Changxiao felt completely at ease even while soaking in bubble baths in his wooden tub.
“Slap! Slap!”
Placing a face mask on his face, patting it with his palms, he rested his head against the tub wall and murmured, “Must get my hands on formation-type martial techniques.”
The Life-Death Secret Realm was the most direct and effective method for raising realms, but the difficulty was truly too high.
The disciples had no problems with cooperation. If they had martial techniques for fixed numbers to form formations, it would definitely enhance combat power even more, making it easier to clear.
This problem truly required Jun Changxiao’s serious consideration.
Because judging from recent situations, Eternal Sect disciples challenging the Life-Death Secret Realm could only perfectly clear Simple Mode.
Although Normal Mode also had high clear rates, casualties were inevitable.
Difficult Mode needless to say—even with the Sect Master and elders personally leading, they nearly wiped.
Simple Mode and Normal Mode could certainly be replayed, but the higher one’s level, the less experience given. So challenging Difficult Mode would inevitably become the mainstream in the future.
Without strength to challenge it, entering just meant sending batch after batch to their deaths, purely wasting time. So making the disciples’ overall strength increase must rely on formation martial techniques.
Moreover.
There was still Hell Mode.
Judging from Difficult Mode, Jun Changxiao firmly believed that even if the secret realm had no team size limit and they sent all the sect’s top-tier forces, it would definitely still result in a wipe.
Night Xingchen had speaking rights on this matter, having personally tested it with his body.
Those Saint Beast-level existences—even bringing ten Martial Saints would just be delivering food.
What was Hell?
A place that made you collapse, made you despair.
With Jun Changxiao’s personality, he definitely wouldn’t be satisfied with just clearing Difficult Mode. He must challenge Hell Mode. Without sufficient improvement in the disciples’ strength, they definitely couldn’t handle it.
“Swish!”
He opened the Technique Pavilion and carefully reviewed it. Although it contained all kinds of martial techniques praised to the heavens, they were all for individual use. There were no formation-type martial techniques.
The System urged, “Refresh the Shop!”
“Fine!”
Jun Changxiao said, “Refresh!”
He finally made up his mind and boldly clicked on the Intermediate Shop, only to be scorned by the System: “If you’re going to refresh, refresh the Advanced Shop. What kind of hero refreshes the Intermediate Shop!”
“It’s my choice,” Jun Changxiao said.
He was so timid for good reason—because refreshing the Advanced Shop once required spending 10,000 Contribution Points!
Intermediate cost 100, Advanced soared to 10,000—this hundredfold increase left Jun Changxiao completely dumbfounded.
Of course, expensive had its reasons. At least from the initialized Advanced Shop, the goods were quite good, without too many useless items appearing.
But Jun Changxiao just wouldn’t play along, because 10,000 points spent on refreshing the Intermediate Shop could refresh 100 times. With slightly better luck, refreshing several useful items would definitely be profitable.
“Then refresh away,” the System said.
“Whoosh!”
Jun Changxiao removed the face mask, then dunked his head into the water. After very mystical prayers, he began his first refresh journey.
“Ding…”
New merchandise appeared. After carefully reviewing it, indeed not one useful item. This forced him to just buy a multifunctional massage chair, then continue refreshing.
Refresh!
Refresh!
After refreshing four times consecutively, forget formation martial techniques—there weren’t even solo cultivation techniques. This drove Jun Changxiao to collapse: “My luck value must be fake!”
“Failure is success’s mother. Don’t lose heart, don’t get discouraged. Boldly keep refreshing,” the System encouraged.
“Continue!”
Jun Changxiao adjusted his mindset and continued refreshing.
The sixth attempt finally refreshed something good—Seven Profound Luminous Breaker Scroll Two!
“Two, hahaha!”
“Two, hahahaha!”
Jun Changxiao leaped up from the bathtub with a “swish,” waving a bath towel and dancing around.
As the sect’s currently strongest martial technique, the Seven Profound Luminous Breaker only had Scroll One. Now refreshing Scroll Two was absolutely worth celebrating, because the more of this technique learned, the more luminous light condensed, the stronger the power!
Moreover.
According to the description, the complete Seven Profound Luminous Breaker was above Divine-grade martial techniques!
“Don’t get excited.”
The System said, “Perhaps there are 999 scrolls total.”
“Scram, your grandpa!”
Jun Changxiao clicked on the details. Upon seeing the price was 5,000 points, his mouth twitched: “Scroll One only cost 1,000 points. Why is Scroll Two so expensive!”
Expensive or not, buy it!
“Ding! Host spent 5,000 Contribution Points, obtained Seven Profound Luminous Breaker Scroll Two x1, delivered to spatial ring.”
“Ding! Sect Contribution Points: 4,396/50,000.”
The System said, “I’m still holding back lots of Contribution Points for the host. Want me to release them all?”
Jun Changxiao had no mind to answer him, taking out Seven Profound Luminous Breaker Scroll Two to read.
Same as Scroll One, the manual’s formulas and every word seemed to contain some complex profound meaning.
He Wudi understood this profound meaning best, because hidden inside were Saint Venerable Realm secrets. As long as one comprehended them, cultivation would definitely advance to the next level.
Unfortunately, with Sect Master Jun’s current attainments, even though he sensed something strange, using up all his brain cells still couldn’t touch it.
“Not right!”
Pressing his palm on the manual, he said puzzled, “Why is it warm?”
This warmth was similar to body temperature, as if someone had tucked it in their bosom for a long time to warm it.
Moreover.
There was a faint fragrance.
Jun Changxiao sniffed with his nose and said, “Rose scent?”
…
“Boom!”
In a dark place, an ear-splitting boom rang out. A figure scraped backward across the ground, only stopping after flying back hundreds of miles, leaving a long deep groove in their wake.
“Buzz!”
Space trembled slightly. A curvaceous black-clothed woman in high boots appeared, cold killing intent flashing in her beautiful eyes: “Where’s this old lady’s scroll?”
“Empress… the scrolls are all kept close to your person… this subordinate… has never even seen them…”
The fallen martial artist’s face showed utter grievance and despair.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The black-clothed woman unleashed overwhelming attacks!
This entire region immediately sank dozens of miles. That pitiful martial artist was beaten black and blue, completely unconscious.
“Damn it!”
The woman clenched her ten fingers together, killing intent surging: “If this old lady catches the thief who stole the manual, I’ll definitely separate his tendons and bones, twist him into a pretzel!”
…
Having just emerged from the wooden tub and dressed, Jun Changxiao suddenly shivered, thinking inwardly, “Why do I feel a bit cold?”
The System complained, “You soaked in the bath for an entire hour. How could you not feel cold?”
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang stood outside and said, “Junior Brother Su has returned!”
Jun Changxiao said puzzled, “So fast?”
Calculating the time, this kid had only left the Eternal Sect for a month or two. Had he already successfully infiltrated and stolen intelligence on Lu Qianqian and Fang Lingyu?
“Sect Master.”
Just entering the main hall, Su Xiaomo hurriedly stood up.
His appearance hadn’t changed much, just slightly thinner. Seemed his meals hadn’t been very good.
Good thing Liu Wanshi didn’t see this, or she’d be heartbroken to tears again.
Jun Changxiao sat down and said, “Investigated clearly?”
Su Xiaomo said, “This disciple has already infiltrated Taixuan Holy Sect, but currently only as an entry-level disciple. Still cannot penetrate deeper levels.”
“Then why did you come back?” Jun Changxiao said.
Su Xiaomo scratched his head, smiling: “Just happened to be assigned a mission to the Southern Wasteland, so disciple conveniently came to visit.”
“What mission?” Jun Changxiao said.
Su Xiaomo said, “They want me to deliver a letter to Dingyuan Holy Sect in the Southern Wasteland.”
“Deliver a letter?” Jun Changxiao was puzzled.
First-rate sects—did their correspondence all rely on delivery? If not high-level spirit seals for transmission, at minimum there should be carrier pigeons, right?