Jun Changxiao could not determine what level of bombardment the Violet Firmament Star Array could withstand, but he was certain that in terms of structure and arrangement, it was stronger than the formation system left behind by the Tech Otaku Old Man Taixuan.
The system said, "Mystic Rank sects won't be able to break in."
"What about two?"
"Shouldn't be much of a problem."
"What about ten?"
"..."
The system said speechlessly, "How many Mystic Rank sects are you planning to provoke, Host?"
"You know someone as handsome as me is easily envied, admired, and hated—commonly known as having a face that draws taunts. Walking through the Upper Realm, I'll definitely run into people looking for trouble, so naturally, the stronger the formation can be against more Mystic Rank sects, the better," Jun Changxiao said seriously.
"Pah!"
The system said, "If you didn't take the initiative to stir up trouble, the people of the Upper Realm would be burning incense in thanks!"
"Sect Master!"
Old Man Wei came to report, "The Medicinal Herbs have matured!"
After more than a month of cultivation in the Nourishing Soil, the second batch of five hundred thousand Medicinal Herbs had fully matured. When Jun Changxiao arrived at the Medicine Field and saw the misty aura gathering overhead, he could not help but sigh. "What a spectacular sight!"
"Harvest them!"
"Harvest them all!"
While the Medicine Hall members harvested the Medicinal Herbs one after another, Feng Guichen was still scouring the southeastern region for the young married couple. Since he had rarely rested during this time, he looked utterly bedraggled.
He brushed aside his dust-covered hair and roared at the sky, "I refuse to believe I can't find them!"
This fellow had quite the temper and was stubborn as an ox. Unless he found that