Forced Into It

Thud!

Stepping onto the heavy, solid ground, Jun Changxiao spread his arms and swayed them like waves as he sang, "Come on, have some fun—there's plenty of time anyway..."

He had thought Demon Man Valley would be fraught with peril. Yet bringing his elite disciples here had been easier than beating training dummies, and especially after obtaining all the Martial Dao aptitudes inside, he felt so good he could fly.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Jun Changxiao sensed that something was off. Looking around, he saw martial artists from all the major sects staring at him, their eyes filled with disbelief.

He forgot, he forgot!

There were still so many people outside!

Jun Changxiao hurriedly withdrew his hands and clasped them behind his back. His face instantly turned solemn, and he carried himself with the air a sect master ought to possess.

Only someone shameless beyond measure could perform such a high-difficulty face change with such smooth, flowing ease.

Of course.

The martial artists from the various sects had not noticed Jun Changxiao's wave-like singing and dancing. Their minds were instead filled with one question: How was he alive? He should not have been alive!

Everyone present was a battle-hardened expert. After their brief shock, they concluded that since this fellow had emerged alone, the more than two hundred disciples who entered must have all perished.

Though it was a little unbelievable, it generally matched their expectations.

Wait!

Even if this fellow had emerged alive on his own, shouldn't he have suffered some injuries? Yet apart from a few wrinkles on his chest, why did he look as though nothing had happened?

The wrinkles on Jun Changxiao's clothes had been caused by Yao Mengying beating him earlier.

"Sect Master Jun."

A major figure from a sect smiled. "How did your venture go?"

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