Su Xiaomo was currently in the Taixuan Shengzong, experiencing something that only the main character would experience.
As the main character of the Sect of All Times, Jun Changxiao was currently standing in the grassland, looking at the grass growing on the hilltop. A smile gradually appeared on his face.
This kind of life of nurturing disciples in the sect, planting flowers and raising fish was actually quite good. At least it was better in terms of freedom.
Unfortunately, Jun Changxiao had a Soul Bomb tied to him, and he still had to complete the Main Storyline Mission. He was destined to give up everything for the sake of strengthening his sect.
"Patriarch."
Elder Wei came to see him. "The new batch of herbs has matured. Should we harvest them now?"
"Now, immediately!"
The smile on Jun Changxiao's face became even brighter.
Recently, all kinds of herbs were planted in the herb field to refine high quality healing pills. They were also a big reason for going to the Planar Battlefield.
Not long after.
Various kinds of herbs were delivered.
Jun Changxiao put them into his Space Ring, opened the Pill Pavilion, and tapped on the pills. The number of high quality healing pills that could be refined was 423.
After confirming the refinement, he muttered, "Four hundred should be enough for now."
He only planned to bring the sect's elites to the Planar Battlefield, so there wouldn't be a lot of people. A few pills for each person would be enough.
Jun Changxiao opened the mission panel and saw that there was less than a month left before the completion of the Epic Mission. He shook his head and sighed. "Counting the days is simply torture."
"Patriarch."
Li Qingyang transmitted, "City Lord Mu is here to see you."
"Oh."
Jun Changxiao replied and returned to the main hall.
When he walked in and saw Mu Changhong, he clasped his hands and said, "City Lord Mu, we haven't seen each other for a while."
Mu Changhong said, "The Royal City is busy. I can't find time."
Jun Changxiao sat on the Patriarch's chair and said with a smile, "Your daughter is very diligent in her cultivation. She has already broken through to rank six Martial King."
If it was in the past, Mu Changhong would definitely be overjoyed. But now, he sighed.
"City Lord Mu, why are you sighing?"
In Jun Changxiao's impression, this City Lord always had a smile on his face. He gave people the feeling that no matter what he faced, he could face it with a smile. com.
Mu Changhong said, "Jun, to be honest, I've been very irritated recently."
Irritated?
It seems like City Lord Mu has something on his mind.
Jun Chang Xiao assumed the posture of a little sister who was willing to listen to her worries and help her solve her problems.
After a moment of silence.
Mu Changhong said in a serious tone, "Sect Master Jun, have you heard of the Plane Battlefield?"
....
Jun Jun's face's face..
......
I even went in and was beaten unconscious by an Earth expert!
Mu Changhong looked at the expression on his face and realized that very few people knew about this kind of thing. How could he possibly know about it? Thus, she explained, "The Dimensional Battlefield is an independent space created by the great beings of the Upper Realm using their extraordinary abilities. When the powerhouses of various planes enter it, they can only fight endlessly."
"Is that so?"
Jun Changxiao pretended to be curious.
In terms of acting, Su Xiaomo was definitely not better than him. After all, he had read the book 'The Self-Cultivation of Actors' in that world.
This was not bragging.
If Jun Changxiao gave up on managing the sect and went to Taixuan Shengzong as a spy, he would definitely be better off than a disciple.
Of course, because of some innate attribute, he might not be as good as Su Xiaomo in some aspects. For example … Forget it, I'll see through it and not expose it. I'll give Su Xiaomo some face.
Mu Changhong said, "The Planar Battlefield randomly chooses a location every five years. Two thousand Emperor level cultivators must be sent in to fight."
"There's such a thing?" Jun Changxiao's face was full of surprise.
He was not pretending.
He really had never heard of it!
Moreover, Jun Changxiao suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly said, "Our Starfall Continent won't be chosen, right?"
"That's right!"
When he said those two words, Mu Changhong's expression was filled with sorrow and pain.
He hoped that this was a joke played by the altar, but in reality, they had to enter the Planar Battlefield to fight.
"Go in now?"
"Five years later."
Jun Changxiao said, "It's still early."
"So …"
Mu Changhong said with difficulty, "I really hope that Red Lotus won't break through Wu Huang in five years."
Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched. "Which parent doesn't want their children to have higher cultivation? Why do you have such thoughts, City Lord Mu?"
"Sigh."
Mu Changhong sighed and said, "According to the rules of the Higher Realm, our Starfall Continent must send two thousand Wu Huang cultivators to fight in the Planar Battlefield for five years. If the number of cultivators we send in reaches a certain number, we must continue to send them in."
"City Lord Mu is worried that your daughter will break through Wu Huang and enter the Planar Battlefield?" Jun Changxiao asked.
"Yes."
Mu Changhong said, "I've lived for several hundred years. It doesn't matter if I die in there. 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, and also a father. How could he accept his daughter dying in the Planar Battlefield?
"It's not that serious, right?" Jun Changxiao said.
Although the Planar Battlefield was cruel, if enough Emperor level cultivators and top-tier cultivators were sent, they might not necessarily be inferior to the cultivators of other planes.
The System said, "Host, you're using your own sect's strength to measure, so there's no problem. However, the Emperor level cultivators of the Starfall Continent are much weaker in the Planar Battlefield."
"For example, the Yellow-level cultivators of other planes."
"Their overall strength is generally higher than that of the Wu Huang cultivators of the Starfall Continent. If they go in, they're basically courting death."
"And this Half-Saint City Lord Mu, do you think he's stronger than the Xuan-level cultivators you've killed before?"
After listening to the System, Jun Changxiao fell into silence.
After fighting in the Planar Battlefield and killing many cultivators who besieged him, there was one thing he had to admit. In the same realm, they were stronger than the cultivators of the Starfall Continent.
To explain it in professional terms, the Xuan-level cultivators of other planes were all at the extreme level. City Lord Mu was nothing more than a high-level cultivator. Although the realm was the same, there was a difference in strength.
Of course.
Jun Patriarch could do whatever he wanted in there.
Firstly, he relied on various equipment. Secondly, he was at the supreme level. There was no problem for him to jump levels. He was invincible in the same realm.
"Sigh."
City Lord Mu sighed and said, "This time, our Starfall Continent has been chosen. It's undoubtedly a huge disaster."
"You can't refuse?"
"No."
"…"
Jun Changxiao secretly said, "Quite overbearing."
"Since the War of the Emperors, the Starfall Continent's heaven and earth attributes have been deteriorating. How can we compete with the other planes and expand our territory?" Mu Changhong's face became more and more ugly.
"Expand our territory?"
Jun Changxiao said, "What do you mean?"
Mu Changhong briefly explained the matter, and then said, "According to the rules of the Upper Realm, if you develop your territory to the size of a town, you can apply to come out in advance. Only in this way can the losses be minimized."
"I see."
Jun Changxiao understood, but muttered in his heart, "Expanding to the size of a town is not difficult."
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