“Junior Brother Xiao, want to go to the Spirit Gathering Formation later?”
“Sure.”
At the Training Tower entrance, Li Qingyang and Xiao Zui walked out.
However, just as the two were conversing, the Planar Battlefield teleportation gate flashed with flowing light. Jun Changxiao staggered out, then swayed and collapsed to the ground unconscious.
“…”
Li Qingyang and Xiao Zui were immediately dumbfounded.
“This is bad, the Sect Master fainted!”
“Quickly! To the Medicine Hall!”
“Where’s Sun Bukong, where’s Sun Bukong!”
The entire Eternal Sect was immediately thrown into chaos.
Jiang Xie and several elders paced back and forth outside the Medicine Hall with hands behind their backs, faces full of anxiety.
Xiao Zui sat on the steps.
Long Ziyang, Li Shangtian and others were also extremely worried.
Lu Qianqian leaned against the wall corner. Though her clear eyes remained cold as always, they couldn’t hide the trace of concern showing through.
“Creak!”
After a while, the door opened.
Elder Wei and Sun Bukong walked out with heads lowered, quite like doctors who had finished surgery.
They just needed to apologetically say to the patient’s family: “I’m sorry, we’ve done our best.”
“Elder Wei!”
Li Qingyang asked first: “Is the Sect Master alright?”
“Though unconscious, there’s no major problem.” Elder Wei said.
Everyone hearing this breathed a long sigh of relief.
“However.”
Elder Wei said: “He needs to rest quietly for a period.”
Ding Xingwang said gravely: “To make the Sect Master end up severely injured and returning, just how terrifying is this battlefield secret realm!”
…
Jun Changxiao remained unconscious for one day before waking.
Though under Sun Bukong’s medicinal treatment, his injuries were controlled and he had the strength to get out of bed, his meridians were severely damaged and temporarily unable to circulate spiritual energy.
No big problem.
With the Space-Time Secret Realm, going in could rapidly restore him.
This trip to the Planar Battlefield, though just a short hour and a half, made Jun Changxiao realize he was still too weak.
The System consoled: “It’s not that Host is weak, but that there are too many powerhouses.”
“Damn it!”
Thinking about being consecutively suppressed by palm imprints from a Martial Saint, Jun Changxiao clenched his fist: “Too damn frustrating!”
He was very angry.
The revenge must certainly be taken!
The System suggested: “Release all the pent-up contribution points, buy a set of top-grade equipment, return to the Planar Battlefield and do him in!”
Jun Changxiao said: “Wait until the two epic tasks are completed and I break through to Half-Saint, then go take revenge!”
What the System thought was to make him quickly consume, then get quick gratification from revenge.
But Sect Master Jun thought that handling a Martial Saint would definitely require lots of contribution points. Rather than that, better to endure a few months, wait for the rewards, raise his realm, then settle accounts.
“A gentleman’s revenge is not too late even after ten years.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Moreover, my surname is Jun.”
“…”
The System collapsed: “What relationship does the Jun in ‘gentleman’ have with your surname?”
“Creak.”
The door was pushed open. Lu Qianqian in white robes like snow walked in, then placed a bowl on the table: “Time to take medicine.”
“…” Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.
Good thing he could get out of bed and move. If he had to let her care for him, he’d probably have to drink medicine while still bandaged.
Lu Qianqian said: “Since the Planar Battlefield is so dangerous, why didn’t the Sect Master prepare healing pills before going in?”
“Healing pills have no effect on this seat’s current realm.” Jun Changxiao said.
However.
What Lu Qianqian said did give him a reminder.
Martial techniques and such had always been updated, but healing pills still remained at mid-grade level.
“Seems like.”
Jun Changxiao thought to himself: “Need to find time to properly refresh the shop.”
The System said: “How about releasing contribution points?”
“…”
Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes: “You’re getting more and more unconscionable in instigating me to consume!”
“Sigh.”
The System said: “Host was abused by others in the battlefield. My heart also aches, so I urgently hope Host can have more trump cards, can become stronger.”
“Damn! The 50,000 contribution points spent buying this Planar Battlefield teleportation gate was completely useless. I haven’t properly settled accounts with you yet.”
At first, the idea was to use the teleportation gate to sneak into other worlds. But the various plane strongholds were defined as safe zones, making going to other worlds completely impossible. These 50,000 contribution points died too unjustly!
No, no.
Jun Changxiao just thinking about it a little felt his flesh ache, heart ache, whole body ache.
The System fell silent, entering second装死 mode.
…
Jun Changxiao went to the Space-Time Secret Realm once. When he came out, his injuries were completely recovered.
Next.
He focused his thoughts on sect construction.
The Planar Battlefield teleportation gate could be entered anytime, anywhere, but it was merely a副本, a place to seek thrills. Sect development was still the current top priority task.
“Next time going in, I can bring Old Ding and the others to expand territory and activate the merit shop.” Jun Changxiao muttered.
After a round of fighting in the Planar Battlefield, his merit points had broken a thousand.
He was now very much looking forward to the merit shop that could exchange for various martial dao resources.
Of course.
Old Ding and the others were also extremely curious.
What exactly did the Sect Master experience in the battlefield secret realm to return severely injured and unconscious?
“What?”
“My heavens!”
Jun Changxiao told them about what happened from start to finish.
Immediately, Old Ding, Jiang Xie and the others sitting in the great hall were all dumbfounded.
Martial Emperors as common as dogs, Half-Saints walking everywhere—this scene was simply unimaginable!
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao shook his head: “This seat was injured by an Earth Grade powerhouse comparable to a Martial Saint.”
“Sect Master!”
Old Ding’s gaze burned: “Can I go in?”
“Not now.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Wait a while longer. This seat will bring you all in together.”
Jiang Xie and the Ning brothers’ gazes burned with fervor.
Though the Planar Battlefield was extremely terrifying, as martial artists, they naturally yearned to pursue thrills, yearned to battle with powerhouses!
“Of course.”
Jun Changxiao said gravely: “During this time you must all earnestly cultivate, because once you enter the battlefield secret realm, it will be life and death determined by fate, wealth and honor by heaven.”
“Yes!”
Jiang Xie and the others said in unison.
After the meeting dispersed, Jun Changxiao called over Purple Scale Demon King: “How’s the recovery?”
“Not bad.”
Purple Scale Demon King said: “Seventy to eighty percent.”
With Liu Wanshi’s美食 supply and various equipment for tempering, he was already very close to reaching his strength from before being sealed.
Back then, several Martial Saints joined forces to subdue him. This guy’s strength was definitely formidable. Jun Changxiao naturally hoped to bring him to the Planar Battlefield to help take revenge and expand territory!
“Sect Master.”
Ye Xingchen came to see him: “Can I go in?”
Jun Changxiao pondered briefly: “If you can break through to Martial Emperor within ten months, naturally I’ll bring you in.”
“Ten months.”
Ye Xingchen said: “Somewhat difficult.”
His current realm had already reached Eighth Grade Martial King level. Besides He Wudi, he was the disciple with the highest realm.
With sufficient resources and various secret realms, breaking through to peak in ten months was no problem, but stepping into Martial Emperor would require massive amounts of time to accumulate.
Actually, Ye Xingchen breaking through to Martial Emperor was a foregone conclusion. After all, he had reached it in his previous life. It was merely walking the path again. But realm required not only comprehension but also time.
He now had the comprehension, just lacked time.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zui and the others wanting to step into Martial Emperor needed both comprehension and time. Breaking through was obviously harder than Ye Xingchen.
No big problem.
With the Muscle-Tendon Changing Scripture and Five Elements Heaven-Gazing Formula, plus high-quality spiritual roots and various resources, breakthrough was merely a matter of time.
“Damn it!”
Jun Changxiao clenched his fist: “When this seat brings people in, I will definitely stir the Planar Battlefield until heaven and earth overturn!”