You Can Come Bite Me, or You Can Get Lost Yourself

"Have you heard? The Iron Bone Sect, whose former leader was arrested by the authorities for visiting a brothel and then beheaded after a failed prison break, has come to participate in this year's Hundred Sects Recruitment!"

"You're kidding, right? That sect still exists?"

"Some young guy with a screw loose is claiming to be the second Sect Leader of the Iron Bone Sect. I reckon his cultivation level is at most the second or third stage of Pulse Opening."

"If someone at the second stage of Pulse Opening has the nerve to inherit a sect, can't those of us at the third or fourth stage just go occupy a mountain and start our own?"

Jun Changxiao stood before the city gate, striking a chuunibyou pose and spouting flamboyant nonsense that immediately sparked heated discussion throughout Qingyang City.

Of course, it was only discussed as a laughingstock.

In the past, under the development of the previous Sect Leader, the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect had held a shred of prestige, but now that the people were gone and the tea had gone cold, it was already impressive enough that people still remembered them at all.

Walking along the streets of Qingyang City, hearing their gossip and seeing the looks of disdain cast his way, Jun Changxiao felt deeply sorrowful.

Although he was a sect leader, his treatment was no different from a protagonist who transmigrated into a loser's body and was subjected to cold ridicule from everyone.

No, that wasn't right.

At least those people, after transmigrating, would activate a cheat code and embark on a path to the pinnacle, beating up geniuses, trampling Gods and Devils, and marrying beauties.

And him?

Although he had a system, the damn thing was strapped to a bomb, as if it were afraid he wouldn't die miserably or creatively enough.

Lu Qianqian said, "Sect Leader, are you currently wishing you could find a crack in the ground to crawl into?"

This woman.

Couldn't she offer some comfort to this seat's wounded heart?

"Hoo!"

Jun Changxiao let out a long sigh and smiled. "Rest assured, what kind of storms and waves has this seat not experienced? Why would I care about the private gossip of others?"

"Storms and waves?"

Lu Qianqian whispered, "I'm afraid you haven't even left Qingyang Village since you were a child."

Heh.

I've died once already; isn't that a big enough storm?

Jun Changxiao couldn't be bothered to deal with this cold, sharp-tongued woman and strode toward the west side of the city, where the Hundred Sects Recruitment was being held.

On the way.

Many people pointed and whispered behind his back.

Ignoring their chatter, Jun Changxiao held his head high and marched forward with long, steady strides.

This guy had one advantage.

As a transmigrator, he possessed an extraordinary thickness of skin.

If this were the original Jun Changxiao, or any martial artist who cared about their self-esteem, they would surely have vomited blood on the spot from being mocked so unscrupulously.

Lu Qianqian followed behind, watching the Sect Leader face the passersby's ridicule with such indifference, and thought to herself, "He can actually endure this?"

He had to endure it, even if he couldn't.

Because in Jun Changxiao's view, only by using strength could he force them to shut their mocking mouths.

Just wait!

Sooner or later, I will make it so that when you mention the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect, your eyes will be filled with nothing but admiration and awe!

The Main Quest given by the system forced Jun Changxiao to complete it, and after experiencing the mockery of the passersby, it became something he absolutely had to finish!

Being passive before and active now made a fundamental difference.

Qingyang City was vast.

The west side of the city was the location where the Hundred Sects Recruitment had been held for years, and the scale was quite impressive.

Jun Changxiao brought Lu Qianqian over and saw many temporary tents set up on the Training Ground, adorned with vigorous and powerful sect banners.

Great Saber Sect!

Golden Dragon Gang!

Elite Stronghold!

Tiger Roar Sect...

All sorts of sect names appeared before his eyes, creating a dazzling and overwhelming sight.

Some young men and women who had arrived one step ahead were accompanied by their parents or friends, inquiring in detail about the various sects.

The general content was—

How is this sect?

Are there many members?

What level are the martial arts techniques and Cultivation Method being practiced?

By cultivating here, what level of martial dao can one eventually achieve?

After listening for a short while, Jun Changxiao shook his head and thought to himself, This isn't the Hundred Sects Recruitment; it's practically a job fair!

"Sect Leader."

Lu Qianqian said in a low voice, "We need to find an empty spot and set up a booth just like them. Only then will we meet the recruitment requirements and be able to attract people's attention."

Since they were already here, they had to follow the local customs.

Jun Changxiao looked around and pointed to an empty space in the distance. "This place is not bad."

Lu Qianqian looked in the direction he pointed, her willow brows slightly furrowed. "The Great Saber Sect on the left is an Eighth-rate sect, and the Tiger Roar Sect on the right is also Eighth-rate. Are you sure you want to set up our booth between them?"

Jun Changxiao said, "Since both sects are Eighth-rate, they will definitely attract a lot of attention once the recruitment starts. Being sandwiched between them will at least draw some notice to us."

Lu Qianqian thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense."

"Let's go."

Jun Changxiao said, "Time to set up the booth."

He brought Lu Qianqian to the narrow gap between the two Eighth-rate sects, skillfully took out some cloth strips, and in three moves, set up a simple, small tent.

In these Hundred Sects Recruitment events held every year, the goal was merely to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Unless a sect was particularly flashy and powerful, they wouldn't build anything too luxurious.

For example, the Great Saber Sect on the left and the Tiger Roar Sect on the right.

Both sects had a bit of strength, so their booths were built to be incredibly luxurious and grand.

Compared to their setups, the simple tent Sect Leader Jun had put up was instantly reduced to trash.

Of course.

This was exactly what he needed.

With two luxurious booths flanking him, his own simple little nest would actually be very easy to draw attention to.

Some people mooch off others for food and drink.

Jun Changxiao's behavior was called mooching off the limelight—the limelight of others' glory.

After the Great Saber Sect's manager finished talking to a youth, he saw an extra tent appear out of thin air next to them and shouted, "Which sect is so blind that they dare to set up their booth in front of my Great Saber Sect?"

The people from the Tiger Roar Sect noticed it too.

A disciple rolled up his sleeves and walked out, looking fierce and malicious. "Damn it, to dare set up camp next to my Tiger Roar Sect—have you grown the guts of a leopard?"

Coincidentally, Jun Changxiao had just finished hanging up the sect banner.

After seeing the five characters 'Iron Bone Unyielding Sect' written on it, deep disdain appeared on both of their faces.

"Pah."

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple spat on the ground and said, "A sect whose former leader was caught visiting a brothel dares to build a booth next to our Tiger Roar Sect? It's an absolute disgrace!"

"Hey, hey!"

The Great Saber Sect deacon pointed at Jun Changxiao and said impatiently, "This is the territory of my Great Saber Sect. Get lost and set up somewhere else."

Neither sect took the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect seriously; after all, it was only a Ninth-rate sect, a whole grade lower than their Eighth-rate status.

Lu Qianqian said indifferently, "The venue for the Hundred Sects Recruitment has always been provided by the Qingyang City Lord. Since when did it become the territory of you minor Eighth-rate sects?"

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

Even Eighth-rate sects were just 'minor' in her sharp-tongued opinion.

His own sect was only Ninth-rate, so it must be even more of an eyesore!

Hearing the words 'minor Eighth-rate', the Great Saber Sect deacon was burning with rage, yet he was left speechless.

It was true.

The venue was provided by the Qingyang City Lord.

Let alone an Eighth-rate sect, even a Seventh-rate sect wouldn't dare claim it as their own territory.

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple was equally angry, as Lu Qianqian's 'minor Eighth-rate' included his own sect.

Jun Changxiao stepped out to smooth things over. "The Hundred Sects Recruitment is about to begin. Since we are all among the hundred sects, we should be harmonious; there's no need to lose our tempers."

"If Sect Leader Wang were still here, Li would consider the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect a member of the hundred sects, but now..." The Great Saber Sect deacon looked at him with contempt. "You aren't even worth a fart!"

"Exactly."

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple raised an eyebrow. "A sect where even the disciples have already left for other pastures should have disbanded long ago. Why come to Qingyang City to join in the fun?"

Jun Changxiao's expression shifted repeatedly. He could endure the mockery of passersby—after all, commoners liked to follow the crowd—but he could not tolerate the insults and sarcasm from these two sects.

"You two."

He rubbed his nose and smiled. "This Seat is setting up the booth here today. If you don't like it, you can come and bite me, or you can pack up your tents and get lost yourselves."