Aptitude Modification Fluid!

"What?! Li Qingyang joined the Iron Bone Sect?"

"What?! The Iron Bone Sect's leader gave guidance to the Cangshan Sect Elder, leaving him endlessly grateful?"

"What?! That guy cut off one of the Spirit Spring Sect Elder's arms?"

The martial artists who had not witnessed it firsthand all wore the same expression after hearing about it from others—utterly dumbfounded.

It had to be said.

Any one of the three things Jun Changxiao did at the Training Ground had been enough to cause a sensation!

By the time he happily left with Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang, the entire city had exploded into an uproar in less than half a day, with everyone scrambling to discuss it.

"Impossible!"

"That trash sect has a leader that fierce?"

"Could this be rumors growing wings?"

"It's not rumors growing wings, it's true! I saw it with my own eyes at the Training Ground!"

"This is simply unbelievable!"

"If Sect Leader Iron cut off Elder Wei's arm, doesn't that mean he has completely offended the Spirit Spring Sect?"

"The Spirit Spring Sect isn't easy to provoke. In my opinion, it won't be long before they bring people to Qingyang Village to cause trouble for the Iron Bone Sect!"

What everyone was worried about was also what Jun Changxiao was worried about.

However, when he remembered that he still had 97 Contribution Points and could exchange them for more items, he said without fear, "As long as people from the Spirit Spring Sect dare to come, I'll make them leave lying down."

Why had he crossed into the Otherworld?

Wasn't it to become stronger, to show off?

Being bullied? Being bullied right at his doorstep? This was something neither uncle nor auntie could endure.

Sect Leader Jun was now rather looking forward to the Spirit Spring Sect coming to trouble him. That way, he could better raise the sect's prestige and let the world know—my Iron Bone Unyielding Sect was not to be provoked!

The two decrepit wooden doors creaked and groaned when a gust of wind swept through, as though they might fall off at any moment.

Standing ten meters outside the gate, Li Qingyang looked at the dilapidated buildings, then at the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect plaque hanging above the entrance. The corner of his mouth twitched as he asked, "Sect Leader, is it still too late for me to leave the sect?"

"Too late."

Jun Changxiao replied with bitterness filling his heart.

Dear readers, this was my Iron Bone Unyielding Sect!

To develop it into the strongest sect within a hundred years and recruit a hundred thousand disciples—this was simply Hell Mode!

"Heave-ho, heave-ho!"

A naked three-year-old child came hopping over. He stopped in a corner by the entrance, held his Little Ding, and diligently fertilized the weeds.

"Ahhh!"

Jun Changxiao drew his sword and roared, "You little brat, how dare you pee in front of my Iron Bone Sect! I'll cut off your Little Ding!"

"Sect Leader, calm down! Sect Leader, calm down!"

Li Qingyang hurriedly held him back, afraid he would do something irrational.

"Waaah!"

The three-year-old was frightened into tears. Wiggling his butt, he ran away while shouting aggrievedly, "Mom... Gousheng is bullying me!"

"Ahhh!"

Jun Changxiao roared, "You little brat, call me Gousheng again and see if I don't slaughter you right now!"

"Sect Leader, calm down! Sect Leader, calm down!"

Li Qingyang clung to him for dear life.

"Huff!"

Jun Changxiao took a deep breath and steadied his emotions. "As the leader of a sect, how can I lower myself to the level of a three-year-old child?"

"Swish!"

With a graceful sweep of his sleeve, he said, "Let's go, we'll head in—"

"Thud!"

The moment he reached the entrance, the plaque hanging above was blown down by the wind and smashed directly into his forehead, knocking him flat on his back.

Li Qingyang: "..."

Lu Qianqian: "..."

"Ahhh! I'm going to smash it to pieces!"

"Sect Leader, calm down! Sect Leader, calm down! That's the plaque of our Iron Bone Unyielding Sect!"

"Since our Iron Bone Unyielding Sect is going to develop, we must first tidy up the sect inside and out. These broken doors, broken windows, and all that must be replaced."

Seated in the place of honor within the Sect Main Hall, Jun Changxiao spoke in a weighty tone.

This trip to Qingyang City had filled his pockets. The first thing to do was rebuild the sect. It did not need to be magnificent and resplendent, but at the very least, it needed to be pleasing to the eye.

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang quietly reminded him, "Your head is still spraying blood!"

"No matter, no matter."

Jun Changxiao pressed one hand against the wound where the plaque had struck him and said, "I'll leave these matters to you. Be sure to handle them seriously."

"Yes!"

Li Qingyang said.

"Alright."

Jun Changxiao handed him several banknotes, then staggered to his feet. "I'm a little dizzy. I'll go back and rest first."

The Iron Bone Unyielding Sect had been built on a barren mountain near Qingyang Village. Because Sect Leader Wang had died, few villagers had come here anymore.

Yet over the past few days, the villagers noticed that large numbers of carpenters and bricklayers from Qingyang Town were going up the mountain, while all kinds of building materials were being hauled up in succession.

"Is the Iron Bone Sect being renovated?"

"That brat Gousheng has money now?"

"Impossible. Didn't he go begging for food at Aunt Wang's house not long ago? How could he have money?"

"Come on, let's go up and take a look."

The villagers went up the mountain in groups of three or five, only to be stopped at the mountain entrance by Lu Qianqian. "Our sect is under renovation. Those who are not disciples of our sect may not enter without permission."

"Miss."

One villager smiled. "We're from the foot of the mountain, and with Gou—"

"Clang!"

Lu Qianqian drew her sword and said coldly, "The Sect Leader has given an order. Whoever dares call him by his childhood name will be killed without exception."

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, the villagers of Qingyang Village transformed into martial arts masters and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Lu Qianqian sheathed her sword and murmured, "Gousheng sounds much nicer than Jun Changxiao. Why is the Sect Leader so resistant to it?"

Li Qingyang handled the sect renovation.

Sect Leader Jun sat cross-legged in his room, thinking, The number of people is full, but I need disciples to carry out Sect Missions in order to increase Sect Construction.

"Swish!"

He opened the system panel again and found that Sect Missions still displayed none available, so he asked in confusion, "System, when will there be Sect Missions?"

The system said, "Wait."

"..."

Jun Changxiao was speechless. He casually opened the Mall to see whether there was anything he needed.

He had Martial Techniques and weapons. For the moment, he truly did not have any particular needs.

No.

He lacked a realm!

Jun Changxiao did not believe that his Pulse Opening Five Stages cultivation could let him swagger through the Starfall Continent forever. Raising his realm was the most urgent matter!

"Is there a Talisman of Experience?"

He began searching, but even after scrolling all the way to the bottom, he could not find one.

Jun Changxiao lay on the bed, clutching his still-bleeding head. "Could it be that I have to improve my realm like the martial artists here, through meditation and comprehension?"

It was not impossible, but it was slow!

After all, this body's aptitude was mediocre, and he did not have any advanced Cultivation Method. If he cultivated normally, breaking through to Martial Apprentice would definitely become one of those things he would only see in a lifetime series.

"Right!"

Jun Changxiao slapped his forehead, making blood spurt out with a hiss. "I can modify my aptitude!"

"Swish!"

He opened the system panel again, entered the Initial Stage Mall, and kept scrolling down. Soon, he locked onto an item named Aptitude Modification Fluid.

He opened the detailed description—

Item: Aptitude Modification Fluid.

Effect: Can modify one's aptitude, raising it by one level from its original foundation. Note: Only usable by those with low-grade aptitude.

Duration: Permanent.

Price: 50 Contribution Points.

"50 points??"

Jun Changxiao backed out, saw that the price was indeed 50 Contribution Points, and broke down. "An item that modifies aptitude is this expensive?"

"Of course, of course."

"Aptitude determines a martial artist's cultivation speed and the upper limit of their realm. It's understandable for it to cost more."

Without hesitation, he chose to purchase it.

Ding!

The host has spent 50 Contribution Points and obtained Aptitude Modification Fluid ×1. It has been transferred into the Spatial Ring.

Ding!

Sect Contribution Points: 47/100.