Su Xiaomo was currently experiencing things at the Taixuan Holy Sect that only a protagonist would experience.

The true protagonist, Jun Changxiao, who was at the Wangu Sect, was now standing in the grassland, looking at the hilltop covered with Hunger-Satisfying Grass, his face gradually breaking into a smile.

This kind of life—cultivating disciples at the sect, planting flowers and raising fish—was actually quite pleasant. At the very least, it was wonderfully carefree.

Unfortunately, with a soul bomb attached to his body and main storyline tasks to complete, Jun Changxiao was destined to ensure that everything he did must prioritize the sect’s growth and power above all else.

“Sect Master.”

Elder Wei came to see him: “The new batch of medicinal herbs has matured. Should we harvest them now?”

“Now, immediately!”

The smile on Jun Changxiao’s face grew even brighter.

The medicinal fields had recently been cultivating various herbs for refining high-grade Healing Pills, which would be a major asset for causing trouble in the Planar Battlefield.

Before long.

A wide variety of medicinal herbs were delivered.

Jun Changxiao stored them in his spatial ring and opened the Pill Pavilion interface. Clicking on the pills, it showed that 423 high-grade Healing Pills could be refined.

After confirming the one-click refining option, he murmured: “Four hundred-plus should be enough for now.”

Going to the Planar Battlefield, he only planned to bring the sect’s elite forces, so the numbers definitely wouldn’t be large. A few pills per person would suffice.

Jun Changxiao opened the task panel again. Looking at the Epic Task settlement time with less than a month remaining, he shook his head and sighed: “Counting down the days like this is simply torture.”

“Sect Master.”

Li Qingyang transmitted: “City Lord Mu is here to see you.”

“Oh.”

Jun Changxiao responded, then returned to the great hall.

Walking in and seeing Mu Changhong present, he cupped his fists: “City Lord Mu, it’s been quite some time since we last met.”

Mu Changhong said: “The royal city affairs keep me busy with no time to spare.”

Jun Changxiao sat in the sect master’s chair and smiled: “Your daughter has been cultivating very diligently. She’s already broken through to Sixth-Rank Martial King.”

In the past, Mu Changhong would definitely have been overjoyed, but now upon hearing this, he could only sigh.

“Why are you sighing, City Lord Mu?”

In Jun Changxiao’s impression, this city lord always wore a full smile, giving the impression that no matter what he faced, he could handle it with ease and conversation.

Mu Changhong said: “To be honest with Sect Master Jun, I’ve been very troubled lately.”

Troubled?

It seems City Lord Mu has something weighing on his mind.

Jun Changxiao adopted the posture of a caring older sister, showing he was willing to listen and help resolve troubles.

After a moment of silence.

Mu Changhong spoke seriously: “Sect Master Jun, have you heard of the Planar Battlefield?”

“Planar Battlefield?”

The expression on Jun Changxiao’s face immediately stiffened somewhat.

Had he heard of it!

I was beaten unconscious in there by an Earth-rank expert!

Seeing the expression on his face, Mu Changhong realized that such matters were rarely known to others, so how could he possibly know? Thus he explained: “The Planar Battlefield is an independent space opened by mighty powers from the upper realm using heaven-reaching abilities. Experts from various planes enter it, where they can only continuously slaughter.”

“Is that so?”

Jun Changxiao feigned curiosity.

In terms of acting, Su Xiaomo definitely couldn’t compare to him. After all, back in that world, he had once read the book ‘An Actor’s Self-Cultivation’.

Without bragging.

If Jun Changxiao gave up managing the sect and went undercover at the Taixuan Holy Sect, he would definitely do better than his disciple.

Of course, due to certain innate attributes, there might be areas where he couldn’t match Su Xiaomo, such as… forget it, better not expose it and save Jun Gusheng some face.

Mu Changhong said: “The Planar Battlefield randomly selects planes every five years and requires them to send two thousand warriors with a minimum cultivation of Emperor-level to slaughter within.”

“There’s such a thing?” Jun Changxiao’s face showed astonishment.

This wasn’t an act.

He genuinely hadn’t heard of this!

Moreover, Jun Changxiao instantly thought of something and hurriedly asked: “Our Xingyun Continent hasn’t been selected, has it?”

“Correct!”

Speaking these two words, Mu Changhong’s facial expression could only be described as both sorrowful and pained.

How he wished this was a joke from the altar’s side, but in reality, they had to enter the Planar Battlefield to slaughter.

“Do we enter now?”

“Five years from now.”

Jun Changxiao said: “That’s still far off.”

“Which is why…”

Mu Changhong said with difficulty: “I so desperately hope that five years from now, Honglian won’t have broken through to Martial Emperor.”

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched: “What parent doesn’t hope their children achieve higher cultivation? Why would City Lord Mu have such thoughts?”

“Sigh.”

Mu Changhong sighed: “According to the upper realm’s regulations, our Xingyun Continent must dispatch two thousand Martial Emperors to slaughter in the Planar Battlefield for five years before it ends. If the warriors sent in perish to a certain number, we must continue sending more inside.”

“City Lord Mu is worried your daughter will break through to Martial Emperor and enter the Planar Battlefield?” Jun Changxiao asked.

“Yes.”

Mu Changhong said: “I’ve lived for several hundred years. Dying in there doesn’t matter to me, but my daughter is still very young. If something happens to her…”

At this point, his voice began to tremble, and tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

He was a Half-Saint, but also a father. How could he accept his daughter going to the Planar Battlefield to die?

“It’s not that serious, is it?” Jun Changxiao said.

Although the Planar Battlefield was quite cruel, if they dispatched enough Emperor-level cultivators and top-tier experts, they wouldn’t necessarily be inferior to experts from other planes.

The System said: “The host is measuring by your own sect’s strength, so naturally it doesn’t seem problematic, but Xingyun Continent’s Emperor-level warriors are truly quite pathetic in the Planar Battlefield.”

“For example, Yellow-rank experts from other planes.”

“Their overall strength is generally higher than Xingyun Continent’s Martial Emperors. If they enter, it basically equals sending them to their deaths.”

“And this Half-Saint City Lord Mu—does the host think he’s stronger than the Black-rank expert you once killed?”

After hearing the System’s words, Jun Changxiao fell silent.

Having fought in the Planar Battlefield and killed many experts who surrounded him, he had to admit one thing: under the same realm, their strength was stronger than Xingyun Continent’s warriors.

If explained using professional terminology, Black-rank experts from other planes were all at the extreme-tier level, while City Lord Mu was merely at the high-tier level. Although their realms were the same, there was a gap in actual strength.

Of course.

Sect Master Jun could do as he pleased inside.

First, he relied on various equipment. Second, he belonged to the super-tier level, so cross-level fighting was no problem, and he was invincible within the same realm.

“Sigh.”

City Lord Mu sighed: “Our Xingyun Continent being selected this time is undoubtedly a huge disaster.”

“Can’t we refuse?”

“We cannot.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao thought to himself: “That’s quite domineering.”

“Since the Battle of the Emperors, Xingyun Continent’s heavenly and earthly attributes have deteriorated continuously. How can we compete with other planes? How can we expand our territory?” Mu Changhong’s face grew increasingly grim.

“Expand territory?”

Jun Changxiao asked: “What do you mean?”

Mu Changhong briefly explained the situation, then said: “According to the upper realm’s regulations, if we develop our territory to the scale of a town, we can apply to leave early, thus minimizing our losses.”

“I see.”

Jun Changxiao understood and muttered internally: “Expanding to town-level scale doesn’t seem that difficult.”