A Killing, a Bloody Killing!

A Killing, a Bloody Killing!

In any world, the importance of money spoke for itself.

Leaving aside weapons and Martial Techniques, even daily necessities like firewood, rice, oil, and salt had to be bought with money.

The Iron Bone Unyielding Sect had no money because its previous disciples had taken its only assets to grease some palms, hoping to rescue Sect Leader Wang from prison.

And what happened?

Less than half a day after the money was sent over, Sect Leader Wang was executed for attempting to escape from prison.

Already living with their belts pulled tight, the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect was struck by snow upon frost. The two disciples simply could not endure any longer. After eating their last meal, they each went home to find their own mothers.

Ever since crossing over, Jun Changxiao had spent his days in the sect gnawing on steamed buns and drinking mountain water for all three meals.

Even the noodles Lu Qianqian had eaten when she joined the sect had been begged from Aunt Wang in the village.

If the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect wanted to develop, it had to make money too!

Thus, taking advantage of the remaining duration on the Insight Talisman, Sect Leader Jun began his first money-making venture in this other world!

Need guidance after mocking me?

One hundred taels!

Need guidance after desperately mocking me and the Iron Bone Sect earlier?

Two hundred taels!

Small business. Haggling refused.

Because he had comprehended the ninth form of the Nine Wave Sword Style and had even guided the Cangshan Sect Elder, the martial artists from the various sects might have felt the pinch, but they were still willing to pay for his instruction.

In just thirty minutes, Jun Changxiao had resolved the Martial Dao doubts of twenty martial artists and earned over three thousand taels.

Watching the banknotes pile up in his Spatial Ring, he secretly rejoiced. I may not be able to sell medicine, but I can make money with items from the Mall!

"Sect Leader Jun."

Having just pointed out the flaws in one martial artist's fist technique, Patriarch Li approached him and said with some difficulty, "Li also has a problem. I hope Sect Leader Jun can offer some guidance."

The Nine Wave Sword Style from before had merely been an attempt to make things difficult for him.

But now, seeing so many people leave happily after benefiting from his guidance, Patriarch Li was completely tempted. He wanted to resolve a Martial Dao problem that had troubled him for years.

"Sure."

Jun Changxiao said, "One thousand taels."

"What?"

Patriarch Li nearly lost his footing. "One thousand taels?"

Jun Changxiao said, "That's right. One thousand taels."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

This fellow was clearly making things difficult for Patriarch Li on purpose. It had to be because he had stopped his son from joining the Iron Bone Sect earlier.

"Sect Leader Jun."

Patriarch Li nearly collapsed. "Others only pay two hundred taels at most. Why do I have to pay one thousand?"

Jun Changxiao said, "Judging by Patriarch Li's attire, I assume you're not short of money."

At those words, Patriarch Li nearly fainted from anger. Yes, I have money, but it does not blow into my pockets out of thin air!

"Sect Leader Jun."

Patriarch Li said grimly, "Are you treating Li as a fool with more money than sense?"

Jun Changxiao smiled. "You could understand it that way."

"You..."

Patriarch Li flew into a rage.

But remembering that he was asking for a favor, he forcibly swallowed his anger.

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang stepped forward and said, "Please take this disciple's sake into account and give my father a discount."

Resting his chin on his hand, Jun Changxiao thought for a moment. "Fine. Since you are a disciple of my sect and he is your father, I'll give him a discount. One tael."

The martial artists from the various sects nearly fell over.

A thousand taels discounted to one tael—such a thing had never been heard of!

Since he wanted to keep Li Qingyang, Jun Changxiao naturally would not deliberately make things difficult for Patriarch Li. He merely charged a token price of one tael and helped him resolve the problems in his martial arts.

"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!"

After receiving the guidance, Patriarch Li felt as though the clouds had parted and the moon had appeared.

He had still harbored doubts when Jun Changxiao displayed the ninth form earlier. But now that the Martial Dao problem troubling him for years had been resolved, he fully acknowledged Jun Changxiao at last!

With my son in the Iron Bone Sect under his guidance, his future achievements will surely only rise higher!

It was not just Patriarch Li. The martial artists from the various sects who had benefited from his guidance also realized that the person they had once underestimated was anything but ordinary!

One Insight Talisman had allowed Jun Changxiao to earn plenty of silver and gain considerable prestige. It was like killing two birds with one arrow.

Wrong.

It was killing three birds with one arrow!

Because while Sect Leader Jun was guiding them, he had also casually learned all sorts of their Martial Techniques and Cultivation Methods!

Though their grades were a little low, there were sword techniques, fist techniques, Cultivation Methods, palm techniques—everything one could want. Buying all that with money would cost at least several thousand taels.

A killing, a bloody killing!

"Everyone."

After guiding another martial artist in the Martial Dao, Jun Changxiao said with a slightly weary expression, "I am tired. The guidance ends here."

"Don't, Sect Leader Jun!"

The martial artists who had not gotten a spot grew anxious.

One of them even took out four banknotes. "Sect Leader Jun, I'm willing to pay four hundred taels!"

Jun Changxiao shook his head. "Guiding everyone in the Martial Dao has consumed too much of my mental energy. I will need at least ten days to half a month to recover."

He very much wanted to keep making money, but the Insight Talisman's duration had ended just after he finished guiding the previous martial artist.

Jun Changxiao had originally planned to exchange for another one, but when he opened the Mall, he saw that the Insight Talisman was grayed out. Its note read—this item may only be purchased once per month.

Damn it.

Healing Pills were purchase-limited, and Talismans were purchase-limited too.

Could he still have a good time? Could he still happily make money?

Without the Insight Talisman's boost, Jun Changxiao had been beaten back to his original form. He could only pretend to be exhausted.

"Ah."

The martial artists from the various sects dejectedly returned to their own booths, and the interrupted Hundred Sects Recruitment resumed.

"Qingyang."

Patriarch Li said, "Cultivate well under Sect Leader Jun. Do not disappoint your father."

"Mm."

Li Qingyang nodded.

Patriarch Li exchanged a few words with Jun Changxiao in a rather flattering manner, then hurried back to the Li family to enter seclusion and digest the guidance he had received.

"Father, I want to join the Iron Bone Sect!"

"Father, Mother, I've made up my mind. I want to join the Iron Bone Sect!"

"Goudan, what are you still hesitating for? Come on, let's hurry to the Iron Bone Sect and register!"

As the Hundred Sects Recruitment resumed, the young men and women who had been considering which sect to join swarmed into the Iron Bone Sect's booth like a flood, scrambling to register first!

They had already been tempted when Li Qingyang joined the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect. Then they witnessed Jun Changxiao guide the Cangshan Sect Elder and the martial artists from the various sects. Naturally, they came to register without the slightest hesitation!

Just moments ago, the booths of the various sects had been bustling while no one cared about the Iron Bone Sect.

Now, the booths of the various sects stood empty, while the Iron Bone Sect's booth was packed to the brim!

"Don't push! Don't push!"

Jun Changxiao shouted, "One at a time!"

"Qingyang!"

"Stop standing there like a fool. Hurry over and help!"

With so many young men and women registering, Jun Changxiao immediately became flustered and overwhelmed.

No, this would not do.

There were too many people. He had to choose the best among them!

Jun Changxiao had his first and second disciples make the applicants fill out Entrance Registration Forms, then decided whether to accept them based on their aptitude and Cultivation.

The Main Quest given by the system was to make the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect the strongest sect.

What counted as strong?

The sect itself had to be strong, and its disciples had to be strong as well!

If he casually picked a bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates just to fill the numbers, but their strength was lacking, the Sect Level would never rise. In the end, all his effort would be for nothing.

Jun Changxiao understood clearly that what he needed now were elite troops and capable generals. Thus, he secretly set a requirement: anyone joining the Iron Bone Sect had to possess at least a Mid-grade Spirit Root. A High-grade Spirit Root would be even better!

Yet after counting them up, only ten out of the hundreds of youths who registered possessed Mid-grade Spirit Roots. The rest had either low-grade or ordinary Spirit Roots. As for High-grade Spirit Roots, there were none at all.

Though Qingyang City was the main city of Qingyang County, it was still a small place. Producing one Li Qingyang with a High-grade Spirit Root was already quite impressive.

"They're a little lacking."

"But I should first develop the sect's numbers to the upper limit of one hundred."

Jun Changxiao picked up the Sect Leader Seal and stamped the Entrance Registration Forms of those with Mid-grade Spirit Roots.

"Ding!"

"Sect Members: 4/100!"

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 11/100."

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