Jun Changxiao ordered Er Ya to continue purifying Hun.

He absolutely didn’t believe this cunning and evil creature would willingly submit to him. Using methods to completely tame it would be safer.

“This Dai Lü…”

After returning to his study, Jun Changxiao thought, “Was it really just coincidence that the Hun Clan targeted him?”

In his view, Green Turban Brother didn’t have any powerful talent. He was just one of the most ordinary existences among all living beings. Even if good fortune came, it might not fall on his head.

The System said, “In his previous life, Host was just an ordinary person, yet still obtained the System.”

Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes. “I mean this person might have something different about him that just hasn’t been discovered yet.”

The System understood. “Host means because he has potential differences, that’s why Hun lodged in his body?”

“Correct.” Jun Changxiao said.

This was just his speculation, like others suspecting something but having no evidence.

The System said, “So Host has kept him locked in the cell all this time, with no plans to release him?”

“This person and I can be considered fated.”

Jun Changxiao said, “If he hadn’t refused back then, Li Qingyang would have to call him senior brother. Now that I’ve captured him, if he can be reformed, I should try to reform him.”

The System wasn’t optimistic about Dai Lü joining the Eternal Sect, but didn’t say so, because… it feared getting its face slapped.

As the most powerful face-slapped system in history, to prevent being repeatedly face-slapped, it could only say nothing and take no position.

…

Following the usual pattern, once Battlefield Phantoms appeared, they would definitely continue for a long time. However, after the Heaven-rank came, none appeared again. This allowed the Xingyun Continent stronghold to return to its former peace.

Upon learning they had to enter the Slaughter Asura Field within a year, City Lord Han and the others all abandoned thoughts of returning, quietly cultivating on the floating mountain.

As members of the Xingyun Continent, if slaughter was unavoidable, they could only fight to the bitter end!

Jun Changxiao continued to focus his thoughts on exploring opportunities. Many Earth-rank level treasures were successively found, and the stronghold continued to improve day by day.

Li Qingyang and the others worked overtime busily, with construction speed not falling behind at all.

A month later.

The Xingyun Continent stronghold’s scale had reached five towns.

Crisscrossing roads were paved, buildings stood row upon row, initially possessing city scale.

Jun Changxiao didn’t continue transforming terrain to create more floating mountains, because seven was enough—more would seem somewhat cheap.

“Sect Master.”

Li Qingyang pointed at the blueprint. “The North City has initial scale. Next, disciple will continue developing the East City.”

In his conception, the floating mountain was the central district, then divided into East, West, South, and North city districts.

“Is there enough money?”

“Enough.”

For silver notes and such, Sect Master Jun no longer cared much. What mattered most were various spirit stones. Don’t think he’d extorted quite a bit from Xingyun Continent warriors—he still felt it wasn’t enough and had to find ways to earn more.

“How exactly can I enter the Hun Clan world?”

Initially, he’d thought that through the Planar Battlefield, he could sneak into the Hun Clan continent. The result hadn’t gone as planned. This made Jun Changxiao start reconsidering—should he just directly break Array Emperor’s seal and kill his way over?

The System reminded, “If you break the formation, they’ll also kill their way in. If Host cannot stop them, rather than saving the Xingyun Continent, you’ll become the source of disaster for the Xingyun Continent.”

“That’s why I’m so conflicted now.” Jun Changxiao said.

He wanted to build the strongest sect. Having just himself and a few high-level members being strong didn’t count for much. Only comprehensive strength improvement was true strength, and that required massive resource supply.

Normally.

Several Wusheng, over a dozen Half-Saints, plus some Wuhuang and Wuwang—that basically counted as a top-tier sect.

What Jun Gou Sheng wanted was to forge all disciples into Wuwang or even Wuhuang, so the starting point was too high, destined to require extremely massive resources.

The Xingyun Continent couldn’t supply it, so he could only go plunder other planes. The Hun Clan world was undoubtedly the first choice, considering they’d invaded before.

“Wait.”

The System said, “Wait for disciples to become stronger, wait for Host to break through to Wusheng or Wudi, then go wreak havoc on other planes.”

“If only there were Void Worms.” Jun Changxiao murmured.

The Hun Clan relied on these creatures to break through planar barriers to invade. If he could find one and break through from a different location, he could catch them completely off guard.

The System said, “This kind of creature isn’t easy to…”

Speaking to this point, suddenly recalling its face-slapping law, it hurriedly shut its mouth.

…

The matter of going to plunder the Hun Clan world, Jun Changxiao only thought about. Next, he still focused his thoughts on expanding the stronghold.

One day.

Just as he’d brought back a treasure, a thick voice rang through the battlefield’s firmament: “The Xingyun Continent’s area meets regulations, officially classified as a Third-Class City!”

“No way?”

Warriors from various planes all widened their eyes upon hearing this.

Last time it was announced that the Xingyun Continent was classified as a town—calculating the time, less than two months had passed. How had it suddenly been promoted to a city!

“City Lord.”

At the Jiutian Continent stronghold, an elder said incredulously, “What an exaggerated development speed!”

Mo Shangsheng’s mouth twitched slightly. “Back then, when our continent developed from town to city, it took decades!”

This was still the first tier.

For weaker planes to reach city scale, some took over a hundred years or more.

From town to city in just two months—that couldn’t be described as anything but outrageously overpowered!

“Third-Class City?”

Jun Changxiao said to himself, “Are there Second-Class and First-Class above?”

“Yes.” The female System said.

“Since the stronghold’s scale has been recognized by the Upper Realm, the epic quest should count too.” Jun Gou Sheng grinned. “Initial completion standard reached.”

“Dear participant, after the stronghold reaches city scale, as the stronghold’s master, you may declare war on planes that are also city scale.” The female System said.

“After declaring war, I can go to the Slaughter Asura Field?”

“Yes.”

Jun Changxiao said to himself, “These two epic quests are closely interconnected.”

“Who should I declare war on?”

If he had grudges with anyone on the battlefield, it definitely couldn’t escape the Scarlet Sea Continent and Lingyun Continent.

…

“Palace Master!”

At this moment, at the Scarlet Sea Continent stronghold, upon hearing of the Xingyun Continent’s promotion to city status, the Jade Sea Palace elder said anxiously, “Once the Xingyun Continent is classified as a city, they have declaration rights. If they declare war on our Scarlet Sea Continent, that would be bad!”

“This Palace Master is also very worried!” Hong Yao’s brow furrowed tightly.

He knew clearly that every plane had to experience one Slaughter Asura Field baptism. If Jun Changxiao chose his continent, they’d definitely be in big trouble.

What to do?

Hong Yao paced anxiously back and forth in the great hall.

“Palace Master!”

An old man suggested, “Jun Changxiao extremely loves wealth. We can cater to his preferences!”

“You mean send him spirit stones?”

“Correct.”

“This…” Hong Yao became conflicted.

Previously, he’d been extorted once for watching the excitement. It still pained his heart. If he gave more spirit stones, it would be like cutting his own flesh!

“Palace Master!”

Just then, a disciple came to report: “The Lingyun Continent has dispatched warriors to the Xingyun Continent stronghold.”

Hong Yao said with surprise, “They’re going to their deaths?”

“Palace Master!”

That elder who’d just made the suggestion said in shock, “The Lingyun Continent isn’t going to their deaths—they’re probably going to send money!”

Send money?

Hong Yao’s mouth twitched. “That’s too cowardly!”

“Go! Go!”

“Quickly follow this Palace Master to the Xingyun Continent stronghold. If the Lingyun Continent gets there first, who knows—tomorrow Jun Changxiao might declare war on us!”

…

“Sect Master.”

At the main peak of the floating mountain, Li Qingyang came to report. “People from the Scarlet Sea Continent and Lingyun Continent are outside seeking an audience.”

“Huh?”

“Why have they come?”

Jun Changxiao, who was considering who to declare war on, immediately showed confusion.