The next day.

As dawn was just breaking, Ye Xingchen opened his eyes, then clutched his splitting headache, “Damn it!”

Yesterday, when Zhou Hong broke through to Martial Emperor, Jun Changxiao held a grand banquet in the evening to celebrate.

At such occasions, alcohol was indispensable for adding to the excitement. Although Night Emperor kept emphasizing he wouldn’t drink, after being provoked several times by Li Fei and Tian Qi, he opened up and went all in.

How much alcohol he drank, he had already forgotten.

“Quack quack—”

Suddenly, a sound came from behind. Ye Xingchen’s expression changed. He hurriedly turned to look, only to discover several ducks leaning in the corner.

How could there be… here?

Night Emperor turned his head with effort, and his facial expression immediately collapsed.

“Creak!”

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

“Ah?”

Liu Wanshi’s voice rang out, “Senior Brother Ye, why are you sitting in the duck pen?”

…

“Sect Master.”

In the Star Meteor Continent stronghold’s great hall, Li Qingyang said, “According to current construction progress, it can be completed in about a month.”

Jun Changxiao took a sip of tea, “Our Eternal Ancient Sect occupies the main peak. The other six mountains will be uniformly divided as Number One through Number Six.”

“…”

Li Qingyang’s mouth twitched.

Using numbers to name mountain peaks—the Sect Master was really very casual.

“By the way.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Below should also be constructed casually. When warriors from the continent’s various sects enter, let them live there.”

The Star Meteor Continent stronghold was built by him. The terrain and buildings were also planned by him. He definitely wasn’t happy letting others move in casually.

Moreover, settling warriors from various sects below while he stayed above also symbolized being more noble than them.

In Star Meteor Continent, my sect is only third-rate, inferior to you first and second-rate sects. But in the plane battlefield, we must be a whole level above you!

“Yes!”

Li Qingyang acknowledged the order, then left the great hall and came to the construction site, “Where’s Junior Brother Ye?”

“He probably drank too much yesterday and is still sleeping.” Xiao Zuiji said.

Li Fei, who was laying bricks, grinned, “Whenever Junior Brother Ye drinks too much, he makes a fool of himself. This time he probably didn’t sleep outside the outhouse again, did he?”

“Probably not.”

Tian Qi set down a stack of bricks, “I saw Junior Brother Ye was quite sober yesterday. He wasn’t even swaying when walking.”

“The alcohol the Sect Master bought from Qingyang Town has strong aftereffects. If you don’t force it out of your body immediately, it’s very easy to black out.”

While everyone was discussing, Ye Xingchen walked over with a cold expression.

“Hm?”

Li Fei sniffed, “Junior Brother Ye, what’s that smell on you?”

Ye Xingchen roared in his heart, “I’ve already bathed several times, yet he can still smell it!”

…

Battlefield specters no longer came to send experience. Eternal Ancient Sect disciples also put all their thoughts into construction, so mountain peaks were successively completed.

After finishing here, Li Qingyang led fellow sect members to begin construction below. Because the Sect Master instructed that both building materials and construction planning should be very casual.

Within the sect.

Li Shangtian, Huo Ling, and others successively pushed down the blocking wall, stepping from peak Martial King into the Martial Emperor level.

According to Jun Changxiao’s tally, thirty disciples had already broken through to Martial Emperor.

Without the plane battlefield—this kind of dungeon used for actual combat training—to assist, it definitely would be difficult to achieve in a short time.

“These past few dozen days, quite a few disciples broke through to peak Martial King. It’s just a pity there are no battlefield specters appearing. Otherwise, we could definitely forge another batch of Martial Emperors.” Jun Changxiao said rather disappointedly.

The Eternal Ancient Sect disciples’ growth progress was already extremely monstrous, yet he wasn’t satisfied, hoping they could improve even faster.

…

Twenty days later.

Star Meteor Continent stronghold construction was fully completed.

Above floated seven high mountains, crisscrossing together.

Each mountain peak had magnificent building complexes and various supporting facilities—truly super luxurious.

Below was a small-scale town. Compared with the various mountain peaks, it was truly worlds apart.

“Sect Master.”

Li Qingyang said, “If the area expands in the future, we can continue remodeling.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

The reason Jun Changxiao engaged in construction was being stimulated by the vast continent stronghold seemingly hidden in clouds and mist. He had to create a territory more impressive than theirs.

Now that it was already completed, he definitely wouldn’t invest more, because after all, it was just a dungeon—play for a while then leave.

…

Li Qingyang and others built for over forty days. Star Meteor Continent also had only twenty days remaining until entering the battlefield. The tragic atmosphere shrouding the firmament grew stronger day by day.

“Whoosh!”

One day, gale winds arose in the firmament. Clouds exuding heavy momentum gradually gathered together, making them clearly visible to warriors throughout the plane.

“It’s appeared!”

The High Priest walked out from the altar, raising his head to look at the gathering clouds, his expression ugly, “The Battlefield Gate!”

The sudden appearance of an anomaly in the firmament caused continental warriors to discuss it competitively.

“What should come has still come.”

Outside a first-rate sect’s great hall, an immortal-looking old man sighed deeply.

In a mountain forest, a benevolent-looking hermit also watched the heavenly anomaly, thinking secretly, “Although going to the plane battlefield this time means death, if I can strive for a thread of survival for the younger generation, even if smashed to pieces, I have no regrets or complaints.”

…

Great Exalted Imperial City.

City Lord Han stood in the City Lord’s mansion, looking toward the gathering clouds, his brow furrowing even tighter.

“City Lord.”

An old servant said, “The Eternal Ancient Sect’s Sect Master has come to visit.”

“Why has this kid come?” Although City Lord Han was puzzled, he said, “Please invite him in.”

Before long, Jun Changxiao walked in from the main gate, cupping his fists, “Haven’t seen you in a long time. City Lord Han grows ever more vigorous with age!”

The pleasantries were spoken without any sincerity. Look at City Lord Han’s already graying temples—he had obviously aged dozens of years from worry over the plane battlefield matter!

“Hm?”

Just walking to the main hall area, Jun Changxiao glanced sideways at a coffin on the distant open ground, saying with surprise, “Is there a funeral in the family?”

City Lord Han said solemnly, “This coffin was prepared by Han for himself.”

Jun Changxiao said, “From City Lord Han’s complexion, living another few hundred or thousand years won’t be a problem. Why would you prepare a coffin for yourself in advance? Could it be you’ve already sensed your end approaching?”

“Correct.”

City Lord Han said tragically, “Twenty more days!”

Hearing this, Jun Changxiao immediately understood he prepared the coffin for himself because of entering the plane battlefield.

Uncle!

Could you all not be so pessimistic!

“Sect Master Jun.”

City Lord Han composed his sorrowful mood, “You came a long way to visit. Don’t tell me you want to borrow the projection formation again.”

“Correct.” Jun Changxiao said.

City Lord Han rolled his eyes. He just asked that jokingly, never expecting he really came to borrow the projection formation!

“City Lord Han.” Jun Changxiao passed over a spatial ring, “Inside are one hundred thousand manmade spirit stones, as the usage fee.”

A person who follows proper etiquette in conducting business never loses face!

“We’re old acquaintances. Talking about money is too distant.” Though City Lord Han said this, his action of receiving the ring was very smooth and fluid.

…

“Sect Master Jun, what are you borrowing the projection formation for?”

“It’s nothing much. Just announcing one matter to all Star Meteor Continent warriors.”

“What matter?”

“A very important matter!”

“…”

City Lord Han asked no more questions, notifying the Formation Hall to temporarily relinquish projection formation control.

This was unnecessary.

Because Zhen Dejun had already hacked it first.

“City Lord Han.”

Jun Changxiao stood at the position where he previously advertised for Tang Ren, tidying his clothing, “Please let me borrow the venue once more.”

“Use it as you please.” City Lord Han said.

Jun Changxiao pressed both palms to his forehead, sweeping back stylishly, transmitting, “Old Zhen, activate it.”

“Weng! Weng! Weng!”

In an instant, flowing light flickered above various cities in Star Meteor Continent, then gradually coalesced into mirror-smooth projection formations.

Warriors who were discussing why clouds appeared suddenly discovered the formation activating and subconsciously exclaimed in unison, “That shameless fellow has come again!”