Jun Changxiao's Identity?
Amid the picturesque wilderness, Jun Changxiao sat alone atop a rock. From afar, he looked like a decrepit old man on his last legs.
Having all three values wiped clean had dealt him far too great a blow.
Several days had passed since they left Demonic Fate City, yet his spirits remained sluggish and on the verge of collapse.
Making money was not easy these days. Activating some damned mode had turned him into a pauper in an instant. Gousheng was surely suffering inside.
"Second Senior Brother."
Yao Mengying took a bite of a roasted chicken drumstick, her mouth smeared with grease as she said, "The Sect Master hasn't eaten or drunk anything for days. I'm so worried that I barely have any appetite either."
"Why don't we go talk to him?" Su Xiaomo said.
"You go?"
"Fine."
Su Xiaomo cautiously approached. Before he could speak, Jun Changxiao suddenly turned around, grabbed him by the throat, and roared, "I'll fight you to the death!"
He had gone mad!
Everyone looked like the system to him!
"S-Sect Master... i-it's... me..."
Amid Su Xiaomo's broken cries, Jun Changxiao finally regained his senses. Then he kicked him flying, crouched on the rock with his face covered, and wailed, "My three values, my three values!"
"Ah."
The system sighed. "If I had known it would strike the host so hard, I never would have activated Crisis Resolution Mode!"
"Don't mention any damned mode to me!"
Jun Changxiao clutched his chest. "My heart hurts!"
"Though the host's three values were reset to zero," the system said, "you still obtained tremendous benefits."
"Bullshit!"
Jun Changxiao roared, "So much Contribution Points and Achievement Points—if you didn't give me some benefits, how was anyone supposed to live!"
"Besides!"
"It only gave a disciple a constitution