Jun Changxiao refreshed the shop five times, spending 90 contribution points—40 of which went to unimportant items, which pained him a bit.
However, since the Sect Protection Array had appeared, it was worth it.
He opened the details—
**Item:** Low-grade Sect Protection Array
**Effect:** Upon use, can deploy a defensive array within the sect, preventing non-sect members from entering or leaving.
**Duration:** Ready for immediate use.
**Price:** 50 contribution points.
**Note:** Once the array is successfully deployed, it defaults to active status, consuming 1 contribution point per day.
“Buy it!”
Jun Changxiao didn’t even consider that this was a consumable array and purchased it directly.
“Ding!”
“Host has spent 50 contribution points and obtained Low-grade Sect Protection Array x1, delivered to spatial ring.”
“Ding!”
“Sect contribution points: 124/500.”
The Low-grade Sect Protection Array, like the Spiritual Power Array, came with small flags and an instruction manual.
“I’ll set it up at dawn,” Jun Changxiao thought to himself.
With assassins lurking in the shadows, the Tiegu Sect disciples spent the night in the great hall, with several disciples taking turns on watch.
During this time, Su Xiaomo took the initiative to bandage Ye Xingchen’s wounds, wrapping both buttocks completely in bandages.
The night passed without incident.
After dawn, Jun Changxiao ordered the disciples to form groups, establish a perimeter, and begin deploying the array.
“Swoosh! Swoosh!”
One small flag after another was planted outside the sect walls. After half a shichen of deployment, they finally encircled the entire sect.
“Whoosh!”
Flowing light flickered, forming a light barrier that enveloped the entire Tiegu Sect, then turned transparent.
Jun Changxiao stood at the main gate and reached out to touch the transparent barrier. Finding no noticeable change, it was hard to believe an array actually existed before his eyes.
The system said, “When outsiders force entry or attack, the Sect Protection Array will manifest. Normally, it remains hidden within space.”
“How strong is it?” Jun Changxiao asked.
The system said, “It should have no problem withstanding attacks from Wuzong-level experts of the Xingyun Continent.”
Jun Changxiao felt relieved.
The system said, “The Low-grade Sect Protection Array is somewhat low-level. If the host finds a higher-grade one in the future, you can replace it.”
“Mm.”
Jun Changxiao said, “So tell me, what else does the sect still lack?”
If the system hadn’t prompted him, he wouldn’t have even known that things like Sect Protection Arrays existed, so he had to ask clearly first.
The system said, “The sect still lacks divisions between inner disciples, outer disciples, and personal disciples. It also lacks positions like Vice Sect Leader and Elders. It also lacks the Forging Pavilion, Martial Techniques Pavilion, Cultivation Methods Pavilion…”
“No rush, no rush,” Jun Changxiao said. “We’ll take it slow.”
With only about a hundred people, there was no need to create such divisions yet.
As for Vice Sect Leader and Elder positions, there were currently no disciples qualified for them, so they’d have to take it one step at a time.
…
With the Sect Protection Array in place, Jun Changxiao’s heart was at ease.
The disciples continued as usual—either cultivating or playing football. As for Ye Xingchen, he also began his first cultivation session since his rebirth.
He focused more on cultivating the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic, after all, he’d suffered the loss of not cultivating his physical body to its extreme in his previous life. Since he was starting over in this life, he naturally wanted to build a solid foundation.
However.
With only low-grade spiritual roots, he was just like the ordinary disciples—to succeed in cultivation, he needed to invest time.
This tells us that even if you dominated the continent in your past life, being reborn in an ordinary person’s body doesn’t mean you can immediately defy heaven.
Jun Changxiao had fairly abundant contribution points. He activated the Spiritual Power Array to help the disciples cultivate, then waved at Ye Xingchen, saying, “Come, come, this Seat will take you to a fun place.”
A fun place?
Ye Xingchen ultimately found himself standing before the Muscle Sculpting Machine.
“Get in,” Jun Changxiao said.
Damn it!
This guy actually wants this Emperor to crawl into a dog hole!
“Swoosh!” Jun Changxiao directly shoved him inside, activated the sculpting machine, and set the time to—10 hours.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
“Ahhh—”
…
Night fell. Ye Xingchen lay in bed like a puddle of mud, his eyes utterly lifeless.
It must be that this Emperor’s rebirth posture was wrong, to have fallen to such circumstances…
Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, and the others stood at the doorways of their respective rooms, hands on their sword hilts, clearly waiting for the hidden assassin to appear.
“Bang, bang!”
In the small training ground, Su Xiaomo was skillfully juggling the ball.
For someone who emphasized speed, playing football was indeed a good tool for training footwork.
The one with the most audacious behavior was still Jun Changxiao, who sat in his study holding a bamboo scroll called “Records of the Grand Historian,” reading it. The author was Sima Qian.
This was something he’d been forced to buy during a refresh—consider it supplementing his knowledge of Huaxia history in this otherworld.
“Whoosh!”
Just then, he heard the sound of wind breaking again.
Damn it!
The assassin is inside the sect!
Jun Changxiao, who had thought he could rest easy, hurriedly retreated backward, but the cold blade still stabbed straight toward him.
Very quick—he couldn’t dodge!
With no other choice, he could only raise the bamboo scroll in his hand to protect his vital chest area.
“Clang!”
The blade struck the bamboo scroll, producing a metallic sound and sparking!
The black-clothed person’s palm was numbed by the impact, surprise flashing in their eyes. But they couldn’t worry about that—their foot tapped once and they dove out through the window.
Jun Changxiao was also dumbfounded.
Am I holding a bamboo scroll or an iron plate!
No time to be dazed. Jun Changxiao jumped out the window, but the black-clothed figure had already rushed a hundred meters away, beyond the Desert Eagle’s effective range.
At this moment, Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang arrived upon hearing the commotion and were about to chase the shadow that was about to disappear.
“No need to chase,” Jun Changxiao said, folding his arms.
Not chasing?
Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang looked bewildered, then heard a “bang” sound and saw the black-clothed person’s limbs and face all pressed against the flowing light barrier, then “sizzle” and slide down.
“An array!”
They both exclaimed in unison.
Jun Changxiao rolled up his sleeves and strode over.
The Desert Eagle in his hand was already loaded, safety off, muzzle pointed at the assassin who had fallen to the ground, and he shouted, “You damn well try running!”
The black-clothed person forcefully suppressed the dizziness from the impact and flew toward one side again, only to crash hard into the Sect Protection Array once more.
“What’s happening!” Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and other disciples rushed over. Seeing the black-clothed person crouching by the flowing light barrier clutching their forehead, they were immediately dumbfounded.
“What is that flowing light?”
“Is it an array?”
“When did our sect get something like this!”
Everyone couldn’t understand.
The black-clothed person hiding in the inner courtyard was also confused. After all, they had infiltrated without any problems—how did an array suddenly appear!
“Bang!” Just then, Jun Changxiao strode forward and his right fist, infused with spiritual power, struck hard against the assassin’s face. The person flew like a cannonball and crashed into the wall of a room.
This assassin was only a Fourth-rank Wutu. Their ability to appear and disappear relied entirely on exquisite movement techniques. Now that they’d been spotted and their advantage was gone, they naturally couldn’t withstand a Fifth-rank Wutu’s attack.
Jun Changxiao walked over, holstered his gun at his waist, picked up the bamboo scroll, and began viciously beating them with it.
Truth be told, the bamboo scroll that used history as a mirror was quite handy to use. In a short while, he’d beaten the opponent bloody, leaving them lying limply on the ground.
Standing in the distance, Ye Xingchen’s mouth twitched. “This guy is too brutal!”
“Ding!”
“Congratulations to the host for completing hidden quest [Nowhere to Hide]. Reward: 30 contribution points!”
“Ding!”
“Sect contribution points: 153/500!”
Damn.
For this guy, I spent so many contribution points, and only get 30 points back.
“Seal their meridians and lock them up!”
“Yes!”
A gold-rank assassin, on their two hundred sixty-fifth assassination attempt, failed and was captured, becoming a prisoner.
He was sent to a sealed room. When the previously captured assassin saw the finger pattern on the newcomer, they thought in shock, “Even an assassin of this level has fallen into the Tiegu Sect’s hands!”
Jun Changxiao stood outside, and through the door crack, caught the change in that assassin’s eyes. He said coldly, “It must be another one sent by the Lingquan Sect!”
The next day.
He handed the sect’s affairs over to Li Qingyang and went down the mountain alone, the Desert Eagle and pocket-sized Unsheathable Blade at his waist. His destination—Lingquan Mountain!
“Senior Sister, the Sect Leader seems really angry!” Watching the furious figure disappear down the mountain path, Li Qingyang said gravely.
Lu Qianqian leaned against the main gate and said lightly, “Sending assassins to ambush repeatedly—if it were me, I’d definitely kill my way to their door.”
“Will the Sect Leader be alright?”
“You should be concerned about whether the Lingquan Sect can continue to exist.”