The Contempt of the Various Sects

The sect was weak as could be, and the motto Jun Changxiao had set for himself was: develop low-key, don't stir up trouble.

After arriving in Qingyang City, he hadn't caused any trouble, yet trouble had come knocking on his door of its own accord.

Especially after hearing the two Eighth-rate sect disciples speak so insolently, Jun Changxiao couldn't hold back, so he launched a verbal counterattack.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!"

The Tiger Roar Sect disciples were immediately displeased and said, "You dare tell our Tiger Roar Sect to get lost? Are you tired of living?"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Several resting Tiger Roar Sect disciples rushed out from their booth.

The people from the Long Saber Sect came out as well.

These sect disciples not only possessed the strength of the fourth or fifth stage of Pulse Opening, but they were also all muscular.

Our Sect Leader Jun was on the thin side, and surrounded by their glaring, hostile figures, he appeared quite frail and rather vulnerable.

"What's the situation?"

"Are the Tiger Roar Sect and the Long Saber Sect about to fight?"

Martial artists from various nearby sects gathered around one after another.

When they saw Jun Changxiao, they realized it wasn't a sect clash, but rather they were targeting one person.

"Huh?"

Someone said in surprise, "Isn't that the guy at the city gate who claimed to be the second Sect Leader of the Iron Bone Sect?"

The disciples of the Long Saber Sect and the Tiger Roar Sect were stunned, saying, "This guy is the Iron Bone Sect leader?"

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Jun Changxiao wanted to shout at the top of his lungs—I'm the damn sect leader, is there a damn problem with that!

There was a problem.

His strength was too pathetic, and he was too green.

At most, someone like this would be a novice disciple.

The Long Saber Sect deacon cupped his hands and said mockingly, "So you are the second Sect Leader of the Iron Bone Sect, my apologies, my apologies."

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple grinned and said, "I accidentally offended a sect leader, how terrifying, how truly terrifying."

The tense atmosphere, filled with drawn swords and bent bows, weakened significantly under their teasing and sarcasm.

In truth, even if they were given ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare start a fight in Qingyang City; after all, the City Lord had explicit regulations prohibiting private brawls.

Jun Changxiao said with a calm face, "With you all gathered in front of my sect's booth, are you still going to let me recruit disciples?"

"Pfft, haha!"

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple laughed, "A sect that lost its Sect Leader Wang still wants to recruit disciples? What a massive joke!"

"You can't say it like that."

The Long Saber Sect deacon held back his laughter and said, "Perhaps there are some blind youths who would join the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect."

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple looked at the crowd, the mockery on his lips deepening as he said, "These days, it's easy to find a lame youth, but it's not easy to find a blind one!"

The two of them sang in harmony, amusing the onlookers.

The prestige of the Iron Bone Sect had plummeted after the incident with Sect Leader Wang; anyone who joined such a sect would have to be blind.

"Sigh."

Jun Changxiao let out a sigh.

Surrounded by a crowd of muscular men, he returned to his own booth.

Lu Qianqian said in a low voice, "Sect Leader, do you want me to cut a crack in the ground for you to crawl into?"

Jun Changxiao, who had been fine, rolled his eyes at the ceiling upon hearing this.

Because they were in Qingyang City, the two Eighth-rate sects didn't dare to take action to teach the Iron Bone Sect leader a lesson, so after some mockery and sarcasm, they let the other party sandwich their booth between them.

The onlookers also dispersed, but upon returning to their respective booths, they discussed the Iron Bone Sect, their words filled with nothing but contempt and disdain.

Jun Changxiao acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, leaning back in his chair to take a nap.

"Sect Leader."

Lu Qianqian said, "Your heart is truly broad."

Jun Changxiao said, "Living in this world, one should have a broad heart. If you think too much and care too much, living will be very tiring."

Lu Qianqian felt that made sense, but... she asked, "The Hundred Sects Recruitment has begun; what percentage of certainty do you have that we can recruit disciples?"

Jun Changxiao smiled confidently, "One hundred percent certainty."

"Tch."

Because their booths were close by, the people from the Long Saber Sect and the Tiger Roar Sect heard this and scoffed one after another.

The Sect Leader of the Iron Bone Sect was low in cultivation and young in age, yet he was quite good at spouting nonsense.

"Deacon Sun."

A disciple from the Tiger Roar Sect stepped out and shouted loudly, "Since we're just idling, why don't we make a bet?"

"Oh?"

The Deacon of the Long Saber Sect smiled and asked, "What shall we bet on?"

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple looked intentionally or otherwise toward the Iron Bone Sect's booth and said, "Let's bet on how many people will come to consult this trash sect once the Hundred Sects Recruitment begins."

The trash sect, naturally, referred to the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect.

"That's interesting."

The Long Saber Sect Deacon laughed, "Might as well have a wager."

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple said in a clear voice, "I bet that on the day the recruitment starts, no one will come to consult. The stake is one tael!"

The Long Saber Sect Deacon laughed, "They are still a member of the hundred sects, so no matter how trashy they are, there should be some blind youth who comes to ask. I bet one person will consult on the day of recruitment. The stake is one tael!"

A one-tael stake was not much.

The two men didn't really care about the bet; their main intention was to ridicule the Iron Bone Sect.

There was no helping it.

Who told Jun Changxiao to set up his booth between two Eighth-rate sects? One could borrow their light, but one would certainly have to pay the price.

Perhaps they were just bored, but hearing the wager between the Long Saber Sect and the Tiger Roar Sect, martial artists from various sects began to discuss it one after another.

"Given the current situation of the Iron Bone Sect, no one will surely pay them any mind on the day recruitment starts."

"Not to mention, it's rumored all over the city; how could any ambitious young man or woman join such a trashy sect?"

"It is strange, though. Why has that good-looking girl been standing inside the Iron Bone Sect's booth the whole time? Could she be a disciple?"

"No way, can such a rotten sect recruit such a beautiful female disciple?"

As the martial artists from various sects chatted, their gazes landed on Lu Qianqian.

One had to admit.

Wherever a beauty goes, she is always a beautiful sight to behold.

"Qianqian."

Jun Changxiao said, "Come, pound my shoulders for this seat."

Lu Qianqian's willow brows furrowed slightly.

Jun Changxiao lowered his voice and said, "So many people are watching, give me some face as your Sect Leader."

"..."

Lu Qianqian walked over, gently raised her hand, and began to pound rhythmically with a 'thump, thump, thump'.

The force she controlled was no different from pounding a sandbag. Although Sect Leader Jun was in great pain and on the verge of breaking down, he put on an expression of great enjoyment in front of everyone.

"Damn!"

"She really is an Iron Bone Sect disciple!"

"Where is the justice in this world!"

Seeing Lu Qianqian pounding Jun Changxiao's shoulders, the gazes of the martial artists from various sects were filled not only with surprise but also with deep envy.

Three days later.

The Hundred Sects Recruitment began.

Jun Changxiao sat on his chair with his shoulders slumped, quietly waiting for the youths to flood into the Training Ground.

Lu Qianqian asked, "Sect Leader, do you need your shoulders pounded?"

"No, no, no!"

Jun Changxiao hurriedly said, "I still want to live a few more years!"

Because the recruitment had begun, the various sects were busy with their own preparations, and no one bothered to pay attention to or mock the Iron Bone Sect.

During these few days of waiting, Jun Changxiao had learned quite a bit of news from the various sects, such as which village or township had youths with decent aptitude coming to participate in the recruitment.

Although the youths were free to choose which sect to join, the sects also needed to verify the other party's aptitude to determine if they were qualified.

For instance, higher-level Eighth-rate sects had certain aptitude requirements for recruiting disciples, while Ninth-rate sects were more casual; as long as one had a little bit of aptitude, they could enter.

"The hot favorite that all sects are scrambling to win over in this Hundred Sects Recruitment is Li Qingyang, a direct descendant of the Li family in Qingyang City."

"It is said that when he was fifteen, this child was verified to have a High-grade Spirit Root. If one could bring such a genius into their sect, it would certainly only bring benefits and no harm."

As Jun Changxiao was talking to himself, he suddenly noticed that the surroundings had gone quiet. He instinctively looked up and saw that the disciples of the two Eighth-rate sects were staring at him in astonishment.

"Pfft, hahaha!"

"Li Qingyang is a once-in-a-century genius in Qingyang City, and many major sects are fighting to recruit him. This guy actually thinks he can recruit him; there must be something wrong with his brain!"

"It's great to be young, daring to dream of anything!"

The crowd burst into uproarious laughter.

Jun Changxiao was speechless. It seemed that any casual remark he made would be blown out of proportion by them. Had he added all his attribute points into his aggro stat when he transmigrated here?

"Sect Leader."

Lu Qianqian said in a low voice, "Stop daydreaming."

These words were like a knife, stabbing right into Jun Changxiao's heart. He slumped into his chair and wailed inwardly, Can I even continue being this Sect Leader!