“What?! Li Qingyang joined the Iron Bone Sect?”

“What?! The Iron Bone Sect Leader gave guidance to a Cangshan Sect Elder, who was deeply grateful?”

“What?! A Lingquan Sect Elder had his arm severed by that guy?”

The martial artists who hadn’t personally witnessed the events wore utterly uniform expressions when they heard about them from others—all completely dumbfounded.

It must be said.

Any one of the three things Jun Changxiao did at the martial arts arena was sensational enough!

While he cheerfully departed with Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang, in just half a day, the entire city erupted into chaos with everyone eagerly discussing the events.

“That can’t be possible!”

“That garbage sect has such a formidable sect leader?”

“Is this just rumors getting distorted?”

“It’s not distorted rumors—it’s true! I saw it with my own eyes at the martial arts arena!”

“This is simply incredible!”

“Sect Leader Tie severed Elder Wei’s arm—doesn’t that mean he’s completely offended the Lingquan Sect?”

“The Lingquan Sect is not to be trifled with. 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 worried about was also what Jun Changxiao worried about.

However, thinking about his remaining 97 contribution points that could be exchanged for more goods, he said fearlessly, “As long as the Lingquan Sect people dare to come, I’ll make them return lying down.”

What’s the point of transmigrating to another world?

Isn’t it to become stronger and to show off?

Being bullied? Being bullied right at your own doorstep? This is something neither uncle nor auntie can tolerate.

Sect Leader Jun now rather looked forward to the Lingquan Sect coming to cause him trouble—that way he could better enhance the sect’s prestige and let the world know: My Iron Bone Clanging Sect is someone you cannot afford to provoke!

…

The two dilapidated wooden doors creaked and groaned as wind blew past, sounding as if they might fall off at any moment.

Standing ten meters outside the gate, Li Qingyang looked at the decrepit buildings, then at the “Iron Bone Clanging Sect” plaque hanging on the door, his mouth twitching as he said, “Sect Leader, is it too late for me to withdraw now?”

“Too late.”

Jun Changxiao said with a heart full of bitterness.

Distinguished readers, this is my Iron Bone Clanging Sect!

Developing it into the strongest sect within a hundred years while recruiting a hundred thousand disciples—this is simply hell mode!

“Heave-ho, heave-ho!”

A bare-bottomed three-year-old toddler hopped over, stopped at the corner by the entrance, held his little penis, and diligently fertilized the weeds.

“Ahhh!”

Jun Changxiao drew his sword and roared, “You little brat, daring to piss at my Iron Bone Sect’s entrance—this sect leader will cut off your little penis!”

“Sect Leader, calm down! Sect Leader, calm down!”

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

“Waaah!”

The three-year-old was frightened into tears, twisted his bottom and ran off, still crying grievously, “Mother… Gousheng is bullying me!”

“Ahhh!”

Jun Changxiao roared, “You little brat, if you call me Gousheng again, believe it or not, this sect leader will slaughter you right now!”

“Sect Leader, calm down! Sect Leader, calm down!”

Li Qingyang clutched him desperately.

“Hah!”

Jun Changxiao took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions and said, “As a sect leader, how can I stoop to the level of a three-year-old child?”

“Whoosh!”

With a graceful sweep of his sleeve, he said, “Let’s go, we’ll enter—”

“Thud!”

Just as he reached the entrance, the plaque hanging above was blown down by the wind and struck him directly on the forehead, sending him sprawling on his back with all four limbs in the air.

Li Qingyang: “…”

Lu Qianqian: “…”

“Ahhh! I’m going to smash it to pieces!”

“Sect Leader, calm down! Sect Leader, calm down! This is our Iron Bone Clanging Sect’s plaque!”

…

“Since our Iron Bone Clanging Sect is going to develop, we must first thoroughly renovate the sect inside and out. All these broken doors, broken windows, and such must be completely replaced.”

Sitting in the main seat of the sect’s great hall, Jun Changxiao spoke with profound gravity.

This trip to Qingyang City had enriched his pockets. The first order of business was to renovate the sect—if not magnificently splendid, at least it should be pleasing to the eye.

“Sect Leader.”

Li Qingyang quietly reminded him, “Your head is still spurting blood!”

“No matter, no matter.”

Jun Changxiao slapped his hand over the wound from the plaque strike and said, “I’m entrusting these matters to you. You must complete them seriously.”

“Yes!”

Li Qingyang said.

“Good then.”

Jun Changxiao handed him several banknotes, stood up wobbling unsteadily and said, “This sect leader is a bit dizzy. I’ll go rest first.”

…

The Iron Bone Clanging Sect was built on a barren mountain near Qingyang Village. Because of Sect Leader Wang’s death, the villagers had rarely come here anymore.

But these past few days, the villagers discovered that carpenters and masons from Qingyang Town were ascending the mountain in large numbers, with various construction materials being continuously transported up.

“The Iron Bone Sect is renovating?”

“That brat Gousheng has money now?”

“Impossible. Just a while ago he was still begging for food at Aunt Wang’s house. How could he have money?”

“Let’s go up and take a look.”

The villagers went up the mountain in groups of three to five, but were blocked at the mountain pass by Lu Qianqian: “Our sect is undergoing renovation. Non-sect disciples may not enter without permission.”

“Miss.”

A villager smiled and said, “We’re from down the mountain, and with Gou…”

“Clang!”

Lu Qianqian unsheathed her sword and said coldly, “The sect leader has ordered that anyone who dares call him by his childhood name shall be killed without exception.”

“Whoosh!”

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

Lu Qianqian sheathed her sword and said quietly, “The name Gousheng sounds much better than Jun Changxiao. Why is the sect leader so resistant to it?”

…

The sect renovation matters were handled by Li Qingyang.

Sect Leader Jun sat cross-legged in his room, contemplating, “The personnel quota is filled, but I need disciples to do sect quests to improve sect development.”

“Whoosh!”

He pulled open the system panel again and discovered that the sect quests still displayed as unavailable. Puzzled, he asked, “System, when will there be sect quests?”

The system said, “Wait.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao was speechless. He casually opened the shop to see if there was anything he needed.

Having martial techniques and weapons, he really didn’t have any immediate needs at the moment.

Wait, no.

He lacked cultivation level!

Jun Changxiao didn’t believe that with only fifth-stage Meridian Opening cultivation, he could continue gallivanting across the Starfall Continent indefinitely. The urgent priority was still to raise his cultivation level first!

“Are there experience talismans?”

He began searching, but scrolled all the way to the bottom without finding any.

Jun Changxiao lay on the bed, covering his still-bleeding head, and said, “Don’t tell me I have to be like the martial artists here, relying on meditation and comprehension to raise my cultivation level?”

It wasn’t impossible, but it was slow!

After all, this body’s aptitude was mediocre, and he didn’t have any high-level cultivation methods. Cultivating through normal means, breaking through the Martial Apprentice stage would certainly take the better part of a lifetime.

“That’s right!”

Jun Changxiao slapped his forehead, and blood spurted out profusely. “I can transform my aptitude!”

“Whoosh!”

He opened the system panel again, entered the beginner shop and scrolled down continuously, quickly locking onto an item called “Aptitude Transformation Liquid.”

He clicked on the detailed description—

“Item: Aptitude Transformation Liquid.”

“Effect: Can transform one’s own aptitude, raising it by one tier from the original foundation. Note: Only usable by those with low-grade aptitude.”

“Duration: Lifelong.”

“Price: 50 contribution points.”

“50 points??”

Jun Changxiao went back and confirmed the price was indeed 50 contribution points. He collapsed and said, “Items that transform aptitude are this expensive?”

“Right, right.”

“The level of one’s aptitude determines a martial artist’s cultivation speed and cultivation ceiling. It’s reasonable for it to be expensive.”

Without hesitation, he chose to purchase.

“Ding!”

“Host has spent 50 contribution points and obtained Aptitude Transformation Liquid×1. It has been transmitted to the spatial ring.”

“Ding!”

“Sect Contribution Points: 47/100.”