The great Sect Leader Jun’s kick was very sudden and very fast. By the time the young master in brocade had magnificently fallen to the ground, the group of servants had only just leisurely come to their senses.

“Young Master!”

They ran over in panic and helped their master up. Seeing the large footprint on his right cheek, they immediately knew that kick just now had been quite forceful!

The young master in brocade clutched his face, unable to believe: “You… you dare hit me!”

“Kid, you’ve caused big trouble!”

“My master is the third young master of the Ai Family. Hitting him is the same as hitting the Ai Family!”

“You Ironbone Sect just… just wait to be wiped out!”

Several subordinates clamored angrily.

However, they quickly shut their mouths, because the Ironbone Sect disciples all came out from the main gate with a “whoosh,” standing behind Jun Changxiao glaring with fury.

The so-called third young master of the Ai Family only had a few subordinates.

Facing the great Sect Leader Jun’s nearly hundred disciples, they immediately cowered.

It must be said, having a group of disciples was still quite nice. At least in this kind of situation, without needing to act himself, it could bring powerful deterrence!

Comparing strength? You’re no good.

Comparing numbers? You’re even worse!

“Ai Family?” Jun Changxiao crossed his arms and laughed: “Very impressive? Dare to wipe out my Ironbone Clanging Sect?”

Li Qingyang leaned over and whispered: “Sect Leader, the Ai Family is a prestigious great clan of Huyang City.”

Huyang City?

Jun Changxiao had heard of it—one of the eight great cities of Qingyang Commandery, second in status only to Qingyang City, with a large population and quite a few families and sects.

Li Qingyang said: “The Ai Family has managed the pill medicine business in Huyang City for generations. They’re pill suppliers to many sects, have abundant financial resources, and extensive connections. They’re much stronger than my family.”

“So they sell pills?” Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose.

Li Qingyang continued: “This person is named Ai Zou. He’s the son of the Ai Family head, third in birth order. Relying on his family, he runs amok in the city—he’s a famous wastrel young master in Qingyang Commandery.”

“Ai Zou?”

Jun Changxiao shook his head: “Just hearing this name, you can tell it’s meant for getting beat.”

“…”

Li Qingyang was speechless.

He’d told the Sect Leader so much, but the point wasn’t about getting beat or not—it was that this kid’s family was formidable and not easy to provoke!

Ai Zou endured the burning pain coming from his face and said angrily: “Kid, quickly call out the Ironbone Sect’s Sect Leader and have him immediately apologize to this young master right now!”

Jun Changxiao said: “No need to call—the Sect Leader is right here.”

As he spoke, he elegantly waved his sleeve, stood with hands behind his back, and even puffed out his chest.

Very stylish, very impressive!

“Right here?”

Ai Zou was startled and looked toward Li Qingyang, then said angrily: “So you’re the Sect Leader—quickly apologize to this young master!”

The corner of Li Qingyang’s mouth twitched. He hurriedly stepped back two paces and glanced toward Jun Changxiao with his eyes, using his gaze to tell the other party that this was their Ironbone Clanging Sect’s Sect Leader.

“It’s not him?”

Seeing him retreat, Ai Zou realized he’d guessed wrong. He scanned the disciples behind again, truly unable to determine who was the Sect Leader, and roared angrily: “Ironbone Sect’s Sect Leader, do you think that by hiding in the shadows, this young master will let this matter rest!”

Li Qingyang: “…”

The disciples: “…”

They all thought in unison: Is this guy an idiot?

Jun Changxiao, who had long ago assumed a Sect Leader’s appearance, had his facial expression change again and again. Finally, he couldn’t help but curse out loud: “Are you a fucking moron? I’m standing right in front of you, practically poking your eyes blind, and you still can’t tell!”

“Step! Step!”

As he spoke, he walked over in a towering rage.

Several servants hurriedly blocked in front of their young master. One raised his fists in a stance, stammering: “I wa… warn you, don’t… don’t come…”

“Get lost!” Jun Changxiao kicked the tongue-tied servant away with one foot. Stopping in front of Ai Zou, he grabbed his collar and yanked him over, his gaze cold and severe: “Kid, listen clearly—this seat is the Ironbone Clanging Sect’s Sect Leader!”

His voice was low, killing intent leaking out!

Ai Zou was immediately frightened until his scalp went numb, not daring to even sweat.

The several Ai Family servants supporting him beside were even more shocked, cold sweat streaming down their backs.

Having killed many mountain bandits, once Jun Changxiao lost his temper, the killing intent revealed in his eyes and aura was extremely terrifying. A wastrel young master who threw his weight around like Ai Zou—how could he withstand it?

“Did you hear!” Jun Changxiao roared.

The sound was very loud. Li Qingyang and the disciples behind were caught off guard and startled. And these three words suddenly rang out beside Ai Zou’s ear, like thunder on level ground, frightening him until his liver and gall nearly shattered. His face gradually contorted, his mouth slowly opened, nearly crying: “I… I heard!”

Jun Changxiao pointed at the steps below, saying coldly: “Scram.”

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

The several Ai Family subordinates seemed to have opened their governing and conception vessels in an instant, carrying Ai Zou away at maximum speed and disappearing, not even leaving behind a harsh word.

Jun Changxiao’s killing intent hadn’t dissipated yet as he turned around.

The disciples met his gaze and retreated one step with their hair standing on end.

“Sect Leader…”

Li Qingyang said weakly: “Are you alright?”

Jun Changxiao walked over. His killing intent slowly dispersed as one hand rested on Li Qingyang’s shoulder and he pillowed his head on the back of his hand, saying with a crying tone: “Does this seat really not look like a Sect Leader?”

Li Qingyang expressed sympathy.

The disciples expressed that they could understand the Sect Leader’s sad feelings.

“Stop crying.”

Lu Qianqian leaned against a tree, glanced at the youth lying on the ground, and said indifferently: “This person was beaten quite severely. If he’s not treated quickly, he could die at any time.”

…

Ironbone Clanging Sect, Medicine Pavilion.

Inside there was no medical equipment whatsoever, nor any medicinal materials—only one rather simple bed. Even the name “Medicine Pavilion” was something Jun Changxiao had come up with on the spot after carrying the injured youth over.

A sect not only needed to have an outer courtyard and inner courtyard, but naturally also needed a Medicine Pavilion, Training Hall, and Martial Techniques Pavilion, among others.

Don’t rush, don’t rush.

The path must be walked step by step, and things must be done one at a time. Taking steps too large makes it easy to strain your balls.

“Sect Leader.”

After conducting an examination, Li Qingyang said: “Eight of his ribs are broken, and he also has serious internal injuries. The situation is very dire—he needs timely treatment.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Is there time to go to town and invite a physician?”

Li Qingyang shook his head: “His injuries are too severe. Ordinary physicians would find it very difficult to treat. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless we use our sect’s pills passed down from ancient times—only then can he turn danger into safety.”

This person’s injuries weren’t as severe as his own had been before. Li Qingyang was certain that if the Sect Leader took out a healing pill, he could definitely treat him easily.

“Well, this…”

Jun Changxiao pondered.

Lu Qianqian leaned against the doorframe and said indifferently: “That kind of pill that can instantly restore injuries—do you think they’re like sugar beans that you can have whenever you want?”

“True.”

Li Qingyang looked at the youth whose face was covered in grime and shook his head: “Sect Leader, he can hold on for at most two hours.”

Jun Changxiao rested his chin in his hand: “I actually do have one ready-made healing pill right now. What do you all say—should I use it to save him, or not save him?”

“Save him!”

“Don’t save him!”