Jun Changxiao, wielding the Jade Dragon Heaven-Questioning Sword and wearing the Nine-Scale Body Protection Armor, left with arrogant strides while experts from the major sects could only watch helplessly, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Passing through the Demon Valley unharmed in half a shichen while obtaining two treasures inherited from ancient times—how could his luck be so good?

In the eyes of these major sects, anything beyond their comprehension must be categorized as luck. They never dared to face reality or acknowledge others’ strength.

“Everyone disperse.” Lin Yuan said indifferently.

Though everyone was extremely covetous of the two treasures Jun Changxiao had obtained, they could only forcibly suppress their feelings and leave due to the explicit regulations.

“Alas.”

Sect Master Hao sighed.

At this moment, his intestines were green with regret, because if he hadn’t given up the quota, perhaps those two treasures would have belonged to his sect!

Everyone gradually dispersed, but on the road they eagerly discussed: “Since the Eternal Ancient Sect obtained two treasures inherited from ancient times, it means the Demon Emperor really did place all his collections in the Demon Valley before his death!”

“Correct!”

“When we enter next year, if our luck is good, we might be able to find his other treasures, which may not necessarily be weaker than the Jade Dragon Heaven-Questioning Sword!”

Everyone’s eyes immediately lit up.

Little did they know, while they fantasized here, the Demon Valley had been completely cleaned out—not just treasures, even the demonic energy had been taken away, swept clean.

When sects entered next year… oh wait, there would be no next year.

This kind of opened forbidden land, after losing its demonic energy support, would never open again, becoming forever a thing of the past.

The good things in the Hundred-Faced Medical Saint’s tomb were all taken by Jun Changxiao, and now even the Demon Emperor’s forbidden land couldn’t escape. Those powerful beings who left various inheritances during their lifetimes—if they knew under the spring, they’d probably be trembling now.

…

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the side quest and obtaining 10,000 contribution points.”

“Ding! Contribution points: 14,296/50,000.”

“Ding! Completing the side quest triggered a hidden reward. Obtained Supreme-grade Sword Dao Qualification ×1, Experience Talisman ×1, already transferred to spatial ring.”

After hearing the notification sounds, Jun Changxiao’s eyes immediately lit up as he said: “These are good things!”

Having gained more understanding of various system products, he instantly realized that the Supreme-grade Sword Dao Qualification Liquid was extremely important to him!

Because he cultivated both sword and martial dao, to break through to higher realms, his sword dao qualification must improve. Otherwise, even if his martial dao met the standard, he would remain stuck at Emperor level.

The system said: “With the Supreme-grade Sword Dao Qualification Liquid, the host need not worry—you can smoothly break through to Half-Saint.”

“Not Martial Saint?” Jun Changxiao said.

The system said: “Although Half-Step Martial Saint is just a small level between Emperor and Saint levels, it’s still independently categorized. So the host must advance from Peak Emperor level to Half-Saint, then from Half-Saint to Martial Saint.”

“How troublesome.” Jun Changxiao said.

Advancing from Emperor to Saint level should be simple—why must there be an extra level in between? Couldn’t that hack author find ways to pad word count, or he’d feel uncomfortable!

“Bold words.” The system said.

Jun Changxiao drank the Supreme-grade Sword Dao Qualification Liquid. The taste was still rich malt flavor, then his sword dao qualification improved—the entire process was as simple as always.

Worth mentioning.

After his sword dao qualification improved, he gained even higher comprehension of sword dao.

Thinking briefly about the Soaring Sword Divine Art and Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, he also gained more comprehensive understanding.

“Snap!”

Jun Changxiao crushed the rewarded Experience Talisman, and heard the notification: “Ding! Host successfully broke through to Peak Emperor level!”

“Ding! Host broke through to Peak Martial Emperor, meeting requirements. Epic Quest activated!”

“Ding! Sect Master broke through to Peak Sword Emperor, meeting requirements. Epic Quest activated!”

“As expected, twin yolks again.” Jun Changxiao thought darkly: “If I also cultivate blade dao and become a martial-sword-blade scattered cultivator, would there be triple yolks?”

The system said: “Never mind three paths—as long as the host is willing to spend contribution points in the shop, cultivating all systems is not a dream!”

“You’re really wasted not working in market sales.”

Jun Changxiao opened the system data panel, then clicked on the first task—

Epic Quest [Seven].

Quest Details: Please have the sect obtain fourth-rate certification within one year, with a ranking of eightieth or above on the Heroes Competing for Supremacy Rankings.

Quest Failure: Failing to reach fourth-rate sect status within the specified time, failing to break into the top eighty of the Heroes Competing for Supremacy Rankings within the specified time.

Quest Reward: ???

Seeing the requirement to upgrade the sect to fourth-rate, Jun Changxiao immediately rejoiced.

Currently, the Eternal Ancient Sect only lacked a few thousand disciples in numbers—realm levels had long exceeded the standard.

However, seeing the latter requirement to enter the top eighty on the Heroes Competing for Supremacy Rankings left him somewhat devastated, because he completely didn’t know how to improve the ranking!

Participating in and winning the Dragon-Tiger Contest only raised the Eternal Ancient Sect’s ranking from 100th to 99th.

After receiving this news, Jun Changxiao was quite depressed. Consecutively defeating two first-rate sects, yet only advancing one place!

Very simple—competitions like the Dragon-Tiger Contest where partial disciples participated couldn’t represent a sect’s overall strength. So the Heroes Competing for Supremacy Rankings only raised them one place in recognition of their championship, otherwise they’d still be 100th.

Jun Changxiao shook his head, then clicked on the second task—

Epic Quest [Eight].

Quest Details: Please take Liu Wanshi to participate in the upcoming God of Cooking Competition and obtain a top-three placement.

Quest Failure: Failing to register, failing to advance to top three.

Quest Reward: ???

Jun Changxiao said: “With Dudu’s current culinary skills, she’s a guaranteed champion. Top three? Isn’t that underestimating us!”

The system said seriously: “The God of Cooking Competition is the highest-level event in the Starfall Continent’s culinary world, similar to… the World’s Number One Martial Arts Tournament. Participating contestants are all the strongest of the strong!”

“Is that so?”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin and said: “Looks like after returning, I need to have the little girl prepare quickly.”

This concerned whether he could break through to Half-Saint—he must take it seriously. Even if it meant not letting Liu Wanshi cook and having all disciples go hungry to focus on researching culinary arts, it didn’t matter.

Sword dao qualification and realm improved, plus new epic quests arrived—Sect Master Jun was in an excellent mood.

So while flying, he sang: “Young master, are you terribly hungry? If you’re hungry, please tell Shiniang, and Shiniang will make you noodle soup.”

The completely off-key voice echoed through the air!

Xiao Zuiji and Li Fei covered their ears, while Li Qingyang silently sealed off his hearing.

Those disciples who didn’t believe in the curse listened halfway, their gazes becoming vacant, blood flowing from all seven orifices.

“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

However, just as they were about to enter Southwest Yang Province, four streaks of light flew from the shadows, hovering in mid-air to block Jun Changxiao.

They wore black clothes, masks on their faces, their entire bodies emanating sinister auras.

“Damn it!”

Jun Changxiao was utterly devastated: “It’s you people again!”

“Sect Master Jun.” The masked person at the front issued an elderly voice: “We mean no harm, only following orders to invite you as a guest.”

“As a guest?”

Jun Changxiao said: “Where?”

“Maple Flower Valley, Purple Bamboo Forest.” The masked person said.

Jun Changxiao said: “Can this Sect Master refuse?”

“You can.”

That person said: “However, to prevent your sect’s disciples from encountering troubles in the future, please do come, Sect Master Jun.”

Jun Changxiao’s gaze gradually turned cold: “Are you threatening this Sect Master?”