Jun Changxiao’s speed was too fast—so fast that when Ai Shangke’s clothes were slashed, he had no awareness of it at all. After an angry roar, his muscles expanded slightly and were instantly burst apart.

What was even worse, there was a tuft of hair on the Hanfeng Sword!

What did this represent? It meant that if he had intent to kill, he would have already slashed viciously across the neck just now.

Ai Shangke’s cultivation was strong, but he wasn’t strong enough to use his physical body to resist a sharp blade.

Moreover, Jun Changxiao’s strength wasn’t weak either. Moving at high speed to take his head would absolutely be as easy as child’s play.

Ai Shangke stood in place wearing only white underwear, his facial expression stiff, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain, his pupils filled with thick fear.

The instant that tuft of hair was shaved off, he had felt the breath of death—very real and very terrifying!

If the opponent had killing intent, he would already be separated from his head right now.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. His hand loosened and the sword carved with dragon beast patterns fell with a ‘clang’ onto the stone slabs.

“Hey.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Still want to fight?”

Ai Shangke’s palms trembled slightly as he suppressed his shocked state of mind and said, “No… not fighting anymore!”

With this kind of speed beyond imagination, even if you gave him ten times the courage, he wouldn’t dare fight!

“Ding!”

“Side mission complete. Host receives 50 contribution points.”

“Ding!”

“Sect contribution points: 74/100.”

“50 points?”

Jun Changxiao said in surprise, “That much?”

The system said, “Elder Ai’s strength is Fifth Grade Wutu. Since the host defeated him, naturally you will receive very high contribution points.”

Jun Changxiao thought to himself, “So he’s Fifth Grade Wutu.”

The realms after the Meridian Opening stage had finer level divisions, from low to high ranked First through Ninth Grade, with Peak coming after Ninth Grade.

For example, Elder Ma from Cangshan Sect had Peak Wushi strength—if he took just one more step, he would break through to Wuzong. Another example was the slain Black Wind Stronghold chief, who was merely Second Grade Wutu.

The Ai Clan wasn’t a traditional martial arts family. In Huyang City they mainly operated in the medicine pill business. For Ai Shangke to have Fifth Grade Wutu strength was already quite impressive.

“Elder Ai.”

Jun Changxiao said, “You should have spare clothing in your spatial ring, right?”

Gradually calming down, Ai Shangke finally realized he was still exposing his body.

His old face reddened. He hurriedly retrieved a set of clothes to put on, collected his sword, and cupped his fists, saying, “Many thanks to Sect Master Jun for showing mercy.”

The arrogance and disdain in his eyes had completely vanished.

Jun Changxiao said, “Elder Ai, my disciple went to steal your family’s medicine pills. As the master of a sect, this seat also bears fault.”

The mission was complete, the contribution points were in hand, so naturally it was necessary to ease the atmosphere. After all, the sect was still developing—making enemies everywhere had no benefits.

“However…”

Jun Changxiao said, “My disciple was also beaten half to death by your family’s young master. In this seat’s view, why don’t we turn major issues into minor ones, and minor ones into nothing?”

As the victor, he was taking the initiative to make peace, giving Ai Shangke a way to step down gracefully. Ai Shangke also took the opportunity, saying, “Young people are hot-blooded. Fighting and brawling is perfectly normal. My Ai family won’t mind it.”

After being thoroughly beaten, his attitude immediately changed—this was a true portrait of having hard fists.

Jun Changxiao said, “Elder Ai has come from afar. This seat should naturally fulfill the duty of a host. Please come to the great hall and take a seat.”

His clothes were all shredded—how could he have the face to stay?

Ai Shangke cupped his fists and said, “Ai has matters to handle. I’ll come to pay my respects another day.”

Jun Changxiao said nothing and personally escorted him to the gate, cupping his fists and saying, “Elder Ai, this seat will see you off to here.”

“Farewell!”

Ai Shangke departed.

However, walking on the mountain path down, still recovering from his shock, he thought, “I never expected the Tiegu Sect Master to be hiding his abilities so deeply. I must return immediately and tell the family head not to provoke him lightly.”

Ai Shangke would never doubt that with Jun Changxiao’s terrifying speed just now, killing even a Wushi would be as easy as turning his hand!

…

“Sect Master, you’re too amazing!”

“That Phantom Shadow Steps you used just now was simply miraculous!”

“Sect Master, is this also like the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, a Divine-grade martial technique!”

When Jun Changxiao returned to the sect, the disciples swarmed around him. Especially recalling the scene of beating up Elder Ai just now, their worshipful gazes became even more intense.

Jun Changxiao said, “Cultivate well. In the future, this seat will teach you this kind of footwork one by one.”

“Wow, the Sect Master will teach us Phantom Shadow Steps!”

“We must work hard cultivating to get stronger and not let the Sect Master down!”

“Let’s go, let’s go cultivate!”

The disciples were fired up with enthusiasm, the blood in their bodies burning all at once.

Honestly speaking, in just one short month, Jun Changxiao had already gained an irreplaceable position in their hearts.

If outsiders came to recruit them to join higher sects, they wouldn’t betray either.

This was what Jun Changxiao was most happy to see, because he didn’t care about disciples’ aptitude levels—he only cared that they were loyal to him and loyal to the sect.

…

Inside the great hall.

Jun Changxiao sat in his chair, lazily stretching his back, smiling and saying, “Earned 50 contribution points—my whole body feels so good!”

“Ding!”

“Su Xiaomo has found the lost Little Yellow. Sect mission complete!”

“Ding!”

“Sect achievement points: 2/100.”

“Sect contribution points: 76/100.”

After hearing the notification sound, Jun Changxiao’s smile grew even wider. “Excellent, excellent. Completing the mission so quickly—this seat didn’t misjudge her!”

“Ding!”

“Sect mission complete. Disciple contribution points activated.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Disciples also have contribution points?”

Opening the sect system data panel, he saw that after the suffix ‘Sect Members: 100/100’ there was a ‘click for details’ notation.

He clicked it.

A small data panel appeared.

Many disciples’ names were listed on it. Only behind Su Xiaomo’s name were written the words ‘2 contribution points.’

Jun Changxiao said, “What does this mean?”

The system said, “When disciples complete sect missions, they receive corresponding contribution points. The host can use them to purchase mall items.”

Hearing this, Jun Changxiao jumped up with a whoosh, overjoyed as he said, “There’s such a good thing!”

He completed missions and got contribution points, disciples completed sect missions and also gave them—wasn’t this equivalent to double benefits!

The system said, “Disciple contribution points can only be used by disciples. The host can only help purchase on their behalf.”

Hearing this sentence, Sect Master Jun directly collapsed in his chair, breaking down and saying, “Please, next time can you finish saying everything all together!”

“Can do,” the system said.

Jun Changxiao said, “You mean the sect mall can be used by both me and the disciples?”

“Not shared.”

The system said, “Disciples have a dedicated mall. The host can click to open the mall to view it.”

Jun Changxiao hurriedly clicked open the mall. Sure enough, below the Beginner Mall, an additional Disciple Mall button had appeared out of thin air.

Opening it to look, he discovered many items arranged inside, most at the low-grade tier, with prices basically at 1 contribution point.

“Holy crap!”

Jun Changxiao broke down and said, “Why are the goods in the disciple mall cheaper than mine!”

The system said, “Because you are the host. You have many ways to complete missions and obtain contribution points, while disciples can only obtain them by completing sect missions.”

“I see.”

Jun Changxiao understood.

Randomly clicking on an item to view, from the description he discovered nothing particularly outstanding. Compared to his own mall, they were clearly several grades lower.

The system said, “The goods in the disciple mall are mostly support-oriented. The host’s mall is the one that brings everything together.”