To make up for the cultivation time Su Xiao Mo had delayed while undercover, Jun Changxiao gave him quite a few natural spirit stones.
This treatment even Li Qingyang and the others couldn’t match.
As for the True Yang set, medium-grade Body Shaping Pills, and Soul Shaping Pills, naturally he wouldn’t be lacking either. Finally, he also gave him two Surge Talismans.
Although the Surge Talismans couldn’t be used temporarily, once he crossed into the peak Wuwang level, it would equal having two chances to become Wuhuang, convenient for saving his life when necessary.
Of course.
Sect Master Jun was also considering finding an opportunity to put on a show for his disciple with the identity of “Elder Jun Tian.”
How to perform.
When to perform had nuances.
But the key point was, the entrance must have style, must be sparks and lightning all the way. Only this way could it shock Taixuan Sacred Sect and make them value Su Xiao Mo more.
“This needs to be planned carefully.” Jun Changxiao thought to himself.
After Su Xiao Mo consulted Old Wei about emotional problems, he put his mind on cultivation.
Because his own Realm had stagnated, he had fallen behind his fellow disciples, so he definitely couldn’t go to the Planar Battlefield. Moreover, he didn’t have much time after leaving Taixuan Sacred Sect.
A few days later.
After experiencing the Tempering Tower, Life-Death Secret Realm, and Time-Space Secret Realm, he came to the great hall to take his leave, saying, “Sect Master, disciple must return.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Be careful.”
“Yes!”
At the mountain gate, all disciples saw Su Xiao Mo off.
Liu Wanshi wiped tears while waving her hand, saying, “Senior Brother, if the dry rations aren’t enough, you can return to the sect to replenish them!”
This time she made many pastries. Kept in a spatial ring, they could stay fresh for some time.
“Thank you, Junior Sister!”
Walking to the foot of the mountain, Su Xiao Mo turned and waved to the Sect Master and fellow disciples. After leaving Southwest Yang Province, he put on the modified mask and restored his Su Jintang identity.
Although he had been undercover at Taixuan Sacred Sect for a year, it was just going through the motions. Only at the Eternal Sect could he find the feeling of home.
So to return home early and complete the Sect Master’s commission, he must climb up faster!
“Sect Master.”
Liu Wanshi worried, “Senior Brother Su won’t be exposed, will he? What if he’s discovered? Will he be captured and tortured?”
Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched, “Girl, can’t you think of something auspicious?”
Of course.
He also had to consider such matters carefully. Under any unexpected circumstances, protecting disciples’ safety must be the priority.
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After seeing Su Xiao Mo off, Jun Changxiao clapped his hands and said, “Time to get busy with proper business.”
What proper business?
Going to the Planar Battlefield to cause trouble!
“Step!”
“Step!”
Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, Xiao Zui Ji, Ye Xingchen, Li Fei, Tian Qi, He Wudi, Long Ziyang, Yang Yuhua, Ling Yuanxue, and Song Xuanzhou—eleven core disciples stood at the Planar Battlefield entrance.
Zhou Hong temporarily couldn’t go.
Because he hadn’t reached peak Sword King level.
The sword path was different from the martial path—it wasn’t just about improving minor stages.
Of course, once he comprehended profound sword dao and entered Sword Emperor, his combat power would definitely be stronger than fellow disciples cultivating the martial path.
Except for the eldest disciple, Li Qingyang and the others all wore True Yang sets, like generals ready to support the front lines at any moment.
Jiang Xie, the Ning brothers, Elder Ge, Ding Xingwang, and Gongsun Haohai stood in front of the ten disciples.
At present, these six were the Eternal Sect’s true high-level combat power. As for Old Wei, although his strength had recovered, he mostly managed the medicine fields behind the scenes.
Purple Scale Demon King and Baiqiu Great King also came.
These two beast race members were comparable to Saint level, definitely golden thug tier.
As for whether they could severely beat that Earth-tier expert, it depended on the two of them and Ding Xingwang.
“Swoosh!”
Before long, Jun Changxiao walked over.
Xiao Longlong and Little Demon Fairy followed their master. The two still found each other unpleasant, glaring at each other the whole way until their eyes were sore.
Stopping in front of the Otherworld Battlefield’s teleportation gate.
Jun Changxiao’s expression became solemn as he said, “The Planar Battlefield is extremely dangerous. You all must take it seriously and absolutely cannot be careless or underestimate the enemy.”
“Yes!”
Everyone shouted.
“OK!”
Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers and said, “Depart!”
“Swoosh!”
Li Qingyang was first to enter the flowing light teleportation gate. When he heard the notification “Realm does not match, cannot enter,” he crushed the Surge Talisman the Sect Master had given him.
“After detection, entrant’s level has reached Emperor level, meets minimum entry requirement. Starting teleportation device, loading 10%… loading 30%… loading 100%, teleport!”
“Whoosh!”
Li Qingyang vanished into thin air.
“As expected.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Using the Surge Talisman, we can sneak in!”
Xiao Zui Ji, Li Fei, and others who hadn’t reached Emperor level crushed their Surge Talismans and were teleported in order. During the process, their blood burned and they felt somewhat nervous.
A Planar Battlefield that could injure the Sect Master and make him unconscious—just what kind of terrifying place was it?
Anticipation.
Super anticipation!
…
The sky was gray and dark, the earth blood-red.
Thick aura of slaughter rippled through the air.
This was the Planar Battlefield, a killing ground where only slaughter and being slaughtered existed.
At the stronghold representing Xingyun Continent, which was only a few dozen square meters, banners fluttered in the wind, appearing somewhat desolate.
“Damn it!”
“Where did that guy go!”
Outside the stronghold in the high sky, dozens of warriors wearing unified clothing hovered, with faint anger on their faces.
They came from Chihai Continent.
The first person Jun Changxiao killed in the Planar Battlefield came from this plane.
“Big Brother.”
A warrior said in a deep voice, “Could that guy have been killed by someone else?”
“If he was killed, there should be a notification.” The middle-aged man at the front frowned.
“Speaking of which, it’s strange. How did Xingyun Continent’s plane suddenly appear in the Planar Battlefield, and why did only one person come?”
The others were also puzzled.
According to battlefield regulations, entering here required sending at least two thousand people, and the stronghold given would also have considerable range. Unlike the Xingyun Continent territory below, which was only the size of a single room.
“Could he have washed off the red glow and is secretly hiding in some corner of the battlefield?” someone speculated.
“Currently, that’s the only possibility.”
They didn’t dwell too much on why the Xingyun Continent stronghold appeared, but had been looking for Jun Changxiao for over half a year.
Getting first blood was secondary.
The primary goal was to avenge their fallen comrades.
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
Suddenly, dozens of streams of light flew from the distance.
These people came from Lingyun Continent, and like Chihai Continent, they were also looking for Jun Changxiao.
Normally in the Planar Battlefield, there was no need for courtesy—seeing each other meant killing directly. But the two planes’ experts were separated by a hundred zhang, yet didn’t emanate any battle intent.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to fight.
But they had fought many times and gradually formed a tacit understanding.
If they wanted to brawl, they’d schedule a time to fight in the Slaughter Asura Field!
Slaughter Asura Field.
A main slaughter zone.
According to Upper Realm regulations, designated planes must enter the Slaughter Asura Field to fight within a certain time.
Of course.
This regulation was added later and didn’t exist initially.
The reason was that the Upper Realm wanted the Lower Realm to mutually slaughter each other, but Lower Realm warriors weren’t stupid and often formed tacit understandings where they wouldn’t offend each other.
Having you come to kill, but instead sitting together drinking tea—this situation was awkward.
So the Upper Realm established regulations that newly entering planes must enter the Slaughter Asura Field within a certain time to carry out slaughter.
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