The suddenly appearing Young Master Yuan kept emphasizing he was friends with Jun Changxiao. The purpose was to make him stand in opposition to the righteous sects.
The effect was good.
The various sect leaders had already become suspicious.
Young Master Yuan’s intent was naturally clear to Jun Changxiao, so he was very angry now.
My Eternal Sect truly doesn’t want to participate in affairs between the Demon Emperor Sect and the righteous sects, but this kind of forcing people into the water is really too detestable!
Young Master Yuan clearly hadn’t realized his scheming had already angered Jun Changxiao. He smiled and said: “What Sect Master Jun said, Yuan has always remembered in his heart and never forgotten.”
“Is that so?”
Jun Changxiao’s face darkened.
Back then in Purple Bamboo Forest, because powerful experts were hidden in the shadows, he forcibly suppressed himself from attacking. Today, although there were four Wushengs present, the desire to attack and abuse this person grew stronger!
The main reason was those words were too deserving of a beating.
“Young Master Yuan.”
Jun Changxiao said coldly: “This Seat merely came to observe casually. You insist on dragging me into this. Fine, from now on we’re enemies.”
“Tch.”
Ao Huanyu and others sneered.
In their view, Jun Changxiao had very likely already hooked up with the Demon Emperor Sect. Every word and expression now was an act!
“Sect Master Jun.”
Young Master Yuan said earnestly: “Since we can’t be friends, we absolutely cannot be enemies.”
“Then why the hell are you scheming against me!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Suddenly, a heavy aura emerged in the firmament. Dragon-elephants of power coalesced, then pressed down toward Young Master Yuan with overwhelming force.
With the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm unleashed, dozens of brilliant dragon-elephants instantly made heaven and earth lose their color!
The faces of various sect leaders all changed dramatically!
This kind of desolate aura seemingly from the endless starry sky—they had never seen anything like it!
“Insolent!”
A Wusheng standing before Young Master Yuan coldly waved his hand. Vast demonic energy roared forth, gathering in the sky to form a fist that shot upward, blasting toward that descending dragon-elephant power!
“Crack crack crack!”
The power condensed by the Wusheng-level demonic cultivator ruthlessly tore the space apart. That soul-stealing evil energy spread madly, causing the various sect martial artists to turn pale with shock.
“Boom—”
At this moment, an ear-splitting explosion rang out. They saw that Wusheng-level demonic cultivator who attacked fall like a cannonball toward the mountain below.
The entire process happened in a flash. The other three Wushengs hadn’t reacted yet, only feeling overwhelming demonic energy pressing down, forcing them to instinctively retreat in different directions.
Thus, Young Master Yuan lost his protection and could only watch helplessly as the dragon-elephant power pressed down, finally crying out in terror: “No…”
“Boom!”
The terrifying power slammed hard onto Yinghui Mountain’s summit. The entire mountain shook violently and showed varying degrees of fracturing.
The various sect martial artists within gradually steadied themselves, their facial expressions changing repeatedly as they exclaimed inwardly: “What martial technique is this? Its power is so terrifying!”
No time to ponder—they all looked up.
Higher up, a purple-haired man hovered proudly, his entire body exposed except for red underwear.
That’s right.
It was the Purple Scale Demon King.
When Jun Changxiao attacked, he had already arrived. Upon receiving the order, he immediately burst his clothes and forced back the four Wushengs obstructing the dragon-elephant power’s descent.
The various sect leaders collectively went blank!
This purple-haired man emanated an aura even more bizarre than those four demonic cultivators, and after appearing, he forced them all back. His strength was definitely extraordinary!
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The three Wusheng demonic cultivators steadied themselves, looking at the Purple Scale Demon King with deep wariness.
As for that Wusheng who tried to break the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm and got sent flying with one palm strike, he lay in a deep pit at the mountain’s foot, his whole body seemingly falling apart.
Even the Earth-tier powerhouses of the Planar Battlefield couldn’t withstand the Purple Scale Demon King’s attacks, let alone him.
It must be said.
Sect Master Jun had great foresight.
Seeing Young Master Yuan appear with four powerful enforcers, he realized there might be complications, so he contacted sect powerhouses to come in advance. Otherwise, this show-off moment definitely wouldn’t have been pulled off so smoothly.
“Step.”
Walking to the edge of the deep pit created by the dragon-elephant power’s suppression, Jun Changxiao’s spiritual energy formed a large hand that grabbed Young Master Yuan lying inside, then pulled him before himself.
“Deputy Sect Master!”
The three Wushengs were about to charge over.
The Purple Scale Demon King descended, blocking their path, and said: “Whoever moves, dies.”
Five simple words expressed arrogance, insolence, and domineering presence to perfection. Worthy of being a Dao-transformed Kun from the Upper Realm, worthy of being the Eternal Sect’s Spirit Hall Master!
The three Wushengs very much wanted to rescue the Deputy Sect Master, but sensing the Purple Scale Demon King’s aura stronger than their own demonic energy emanating from his body, they could only stand in place with difficulty.
“Boy.”
Jun Changxiao restrained Young Master Yuan with his spiritual energy hand, his voice cold: “When we were in Purple Bamboo Forest, you already challenged this Seat’s bottom line. Considering it was our first meeting, I didn’t bother with you. Who would have thought that upon meeting again today, you’d become even worse. If this Seat doesn’t beat you, how can I face heaven and earth?”
“Wah!”
Young Master Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale to the extreme.
With cultivation at the peak Wuhuang tier, taking the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm head-on had long left him grievously wounded.
This was still Jun Changxiao holding back. Otherwise, with the dragon-elephant power’s full威能, ten Young Master Yuans wouldn’t be enough to kill.
Of course.
From Young Master Yuan’s current wretched appearance, he was indeed male.
This was probably one of Jun Changxiao’s reasons for attacking—after all, how could someone more handsome than himself exist in this world?
Seeing the self-proclaimed Demon Emperor Sect’s Deputy Sect Master severely injured by one move, the sect leaders felt uncertain. Could it be the Eternal Sect’s Sect Master wasn’t in league with him? Did we misunderstand?
“Everyone listen well!”
At this moment, Jun Changxiao turned around, looking at the various sect martial artists present, his anger soaring: “This Seat has no interest in participating in affairs between you!”
This sentence, imbued with sword dao, martial dao, and five elements power, directly penetrated everyone’s hearts, making them shudder.
“Sect Master Jun is so frightening!” Looking at Jun Changxiao’s angry back, Xi Jingxuan’s bright eyes showed some surprise, but she also thought: “However… he’s also very imposing!”
One sentence intimidating everyone present—truly imposing and domineering!
“Thud!”
Jun Changxiao casually tossed Young Master Yuan on the ground, then sat on the boulder, saying indifferently: “This Seat just came to watch the excitement. Everyone please continue.”
Attacking the Demon Emperor Sect’s Deputy Sect Master, though partly to vent, was more to demonstrate to the sect leaders that he had no relationship with him.
Now that the statement was made.
He could naturally continue peacefully being a bystander watching the drama.
“Deputy Sect Master!”
The three Wushengs quickly flew over. One of them picked up Young Master Yuan, then they exchanged glances and very tacitly flew toward the distance.
They came quietly and left quietly, taking only the wounded.
As for the Wusheng blasted to the mountain’s foot, he had also disappeared without a trace, leaving only a deep pit in a swastika shape.
After the Demon Emperor Sect powerhouses left, the demonic energy gathered at the summit gradually dissipated.
The various sect leaders all breathed sighs of relief.
By normal script, Young Master Yuan bringing four Wushengs to attack this time should have been to teach the righteous sects a lesson.
But he had to be mouthy and provoke the neutral Jun Changxiao. Not only did he get beaten, he was beaten until he couldn’t stand up. The show couldn’t continue, so they could only end it hastily.
A typical case of not following the script.
“Sect Master Jun!”
That kindly-looking old man cupped his hands: “Thank you!”
Many sect leaders also cupped their hands respectfully, their eyes flickering with gratitude.
Although the top major sects also sent quite a few experts, compared to four Wushengs, they were far inferior. If the other side really attacked, the consequences would inevitably be unimaginable.
“They just left?”
Jun Changxiao shook his head: “This Seat thought they would give these sanctimonious righteous sects a lesson.”
“…”
The corners of the sect leaders’ mouths twitched.
“Palace Master Xi.”
Jun Changxiao said: “We’ve seen the scenery. Why don’t we head back?”
“Yes.”
Xi Jingxuan nodded.
Jun Changxiao led the Mystic Flower Palace people down Yinghui Mountain.
The Purple Scale Demon King, who had been hovering in midair the whole time, coldly swept his eyes over the sect leaders at the summit and said coldly: “Trash.”
He had grievances with these righteous sects. After all, he was sealed by top sect Wushengs back then. If not for the Sect Master’s sake, he absolutely wouldn’t have helped resolve their crisis.
“Sect Master Jun.”
After descending the mountain, Xi Jingxuan asked in confusion: “Why didn’t you kill the Demon Emperor Sect’s Deputy Sect Master to eliminate harm for the Starfall Continent?”
Given the situation just now, Young Master Yuan was severely wounded—even a Wutu could easily kill him.
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said: “He’s targeting the righteous sects, not my Eternal Sect. Naturally there’s no need to kill him.”
Xi Jingxuan said: “Sect Master Jun wants to watch the Demon Emperor Sect and major sects fight?”
“Correct.” Jun Changxiao said frankly.
Changsun Fanghua and Leng Xingyue, following behind, frowned slightly.
They could understand the Eternal Sect not participating.
But with the demonic sect endangering the continent and living beings, maintaining an attitude of watching from across the shore seemed a bit excessive.
The two had this thought because they claimed to be righteous sects with a sense of justice in their bones.
A sense of justice.
Jun Changxiao also had one.
However, he had no favorable impression of either the Demon Emperor Sect or the righteous sects, so naturally didn’t care.
Xi Jingxuan said: “Does watching both sides fight benefit Sect Master Jun?”
“No.”
Jun Changxiao merely wanted to watch the excitement. As for sitting on the mountain watching tigers fight or reaping the fisherman’s profit—he had no such thoughts at all.
This was a qualified bystander watching the drama.
Xi Jingxuan said: “Sect Master Jun is different from others.”
“You’re also different.” Jun Gousheng smiled.
Xi Jingxuan’s expression was stunned.
Jun Changxiao transmitted: “Palace Master Xi’s exterior gives a very delicate feeling, but being able to become Mystic Flower Palace’s Palace Master and being called an extraordinary woman, you’re definitely not ordinary.”
“I merely happened to take over a fourth-rate sect. How can I compare to Sect Master Jun, who developed the ninth-rate Iron Bone Sect into today’s fourth-rate Eternal Sect?” Xi Jingxuan smiled.
The System couldn’t help but complain: “Mutual commercial flattery—is it interesting?”
“Palace Master Xi.”
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands: “The sect still has matters. Jun must take his leave first.”
“Yes.”
Xi Jingxuan had just finished speaking when Jun Changxiao had already flown away, leaving only the beauty gazing after him with considerable disappointment.
…
“Whoosh whoosh!”
In a dark, damp cave, firewood blazed up, not only dispelling the cold but gradually emanating the fragrance of roasted meat.
“Senior Sister Xia.”
Su Xiaomo handed over the roasted wild chicken and said: “Eat your fill. Your injuries will heal faster.”
Xia Shuiyun, who was sitting cross-legged, opened her eyes, indifferently took the roasted chicken, then turned around to eat.
“Senior Sister Xia, you eat first.”
Su Xiaomo stood up and said: “I’ll go get you some spring water.”
“Wait.”
Xia Shuiyun, with her back to him, said: “You’re also severely injured. Why aren’t you recuperating?”
“If we both recuperate, who will protect Senior Sister Xia?” Su Xiaomo smiled and said this, then left the cave to find a water source.
“…”
Xia Shuiyun fell silent.
Recalling a few days ago when they were suddenly ambushed by masked black-clothed people, he used his back to block a palm strike for her. The ice layer enveloping her heart was slowly melting.