Qingyang Commandery had quite a few sects large and small. Decades ago, they formed an alliance and elected Qin Haoran, the Sect Master of the sixth-rate Righteous Spirit Gate, as the first Alliance Leader.
The purpose was—harmonious development, advancing together hand in hand.
Except for high-level sects that could ignore such an existence, most sects within Qingyang Commandery would choose to join and become alliance members.
In fact, if a sect hadn’t joined the Hundred Sects Alliance, it would be scorned by other sects.
When Sect Leader Wang founded the Tiegu Zhengzheng Sect back then, to raise the sect’s reputation, he had treated people to meals and sent gifts before finally managing to get in.
Unfortunately.
All that effort went down the drain today.
Because many alliance sects were very dissatisfied with Jun Changxiao’s act of destroying the Lingquan Sect and publicly condemned it strongly.
After Alliance Leader Qin learned of this, he was also extremely furious.
He personally went to Qingyang City to find City Lord Xie, hoping the other party wouldn’t interfere in alliance matters, determined to severely punish the Tiegu Sect.
Although he’d hit a wall, he wouldn’t give up. In his capacity as Alliance Leader, he decided to have a good talk with the Tiegu Sect Leader at the Star Moon Tower in three days.
After the high-ranking members of various sects learned of this, they all praised the Alliance Leader’s wisdom and were willing to accompany him, planning to drown that guy who didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth with verbal attacks.
When martial force couldn’t solve problems, verbal artillery became particularly important.
The news that the Hundred Sects Alliance Leader was summoning the Tiegu Sect at the Star Moon Tower, together with the Lingquan Sect’s destruction, spread throughout Qingyang Commandery.
“As expected, the Hundred Sects Alliance was alerted!”
“Jun Changxiao has caused big trouble this time. He must provide an explanation.”
“In my view, Alliance Leader Qin fears the Shengquan Sect’s accountability and can only step forward to punish the Tiegu Sect.”
“Many Sect Masters have indicated they’ll attend the talks. In three days, Qingyang City will definitely have many sect bigwigs coming.”
“What talks—it’s clearly an interrogation of the Tiegu Sect.”
“Right, right, it’s an interrogation!”
Martial artists in various cities were competing in discussion. Some people were quite looking forward to how the Hundred Sects Alliance would make things difficult for Jun Changxiao in three days.
…
Tiegu Sect, Great Hall.
After returning, Jun Changxiao sat sideways, one foot on the chair surface, supporting his chin with one hand. “In three days, it’ll probably be a Hongmen Feast.”
“Sect Leader.”
Li Qingyang said weakly, “Did you really destroy the Lingquan Sect?”
“Mm.” Jun Changxiao said.
Li Qingyang said gravely, “The Lingquan Sect is a member of the Hundred Sects Alliance. Now that the Sect Leader has destroyed it, you’ll definitely be held accountable.”
Jun Changxiao came down and patted his shoulder. “Among the sect, only you can think things through more thoroughly. Your character is relatively steady. This Seat is quite gratified.”
Li Qingyang’s expression froze as an ominous premonition arose.
Sure enough!
Jun Changxiao said, “That Ye Xingchen is a little troublemaker. As Second Disciple, you should strictly discipline him. If he does anything out of line, just two words—abuse.”
Finished speaking, he patted his shoulder and left dashingly.
Li Qingyang stood in place, counting on his fingers, his face bewildered. “Two words?”
…
Jun Changxiao returned to his residence in the inner courtyard, sat cross-legged, and circulated the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic to absorb spiritual power.
“Whoosh, whoosh!”
The spiritual power between heaven and earth was drawn in, gradually enveloping him, forming a light-colored misty aura.
Spiritual power penetrated deep into his body through his pores, gathered in his meridians, and under guidance came to the dantian qi spiral where it fused.
In the Xingyun Continent, each realm layer would unlock functions. The Wutu function was to open up a qi spiral.
Don’t underestimate this thing—the more energy it had and the purer it was, the stronger the martial artist would be.
After Jun Changxiao’s breakthrough, what he needed to do was continuously strengthen the qi spiral, thereby breaking through limits again and again to step into higher ranks.
After cultivating for a while.
He shook his head in dissatisfaction. “Limited by spiritual roots, relying on effort to improve is really too slow.”
The system said, “The host can consider refreshing the shop. Perhaps you could refresh an Aptitude Transformation Liquid that upgrades to mid-grade spiritual roots.”
“Mm.”
Jun Changxiao scrolled down the shop.
“Ding!”
“Contribution points: 140/500.”
The missing 4 points were due to opening the Spiritual Power Array and Sect Protection Array these past two days.
Brand new products appeared in the shop. Jun Changxiao first saw an item called “Modified, Speaker.”
He was very sensitive to the two words “modified.” He clicked on the detailed introduction—
“Item: Modified, Speaker.”
“Description: A music device that can play songs.”
“Effect: Suitable for disciples’ morning exercises. After opening the speaker, divine music plays and can cultivate emotions.”
“Special Effect: The host can mentally lock onto targets within a hundred meters. Upon hearing the divine music, they will be brainwashed and unconsciously dance to the beat.”
“Duration: Ready for immediate use.”
“Drawback: The divine music interference on martial artists only takes effect once per month. Those with profound cultivation may be immune to the divine music brainwashing.”
“Price: 10 contribution points.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Divine music brainwashing—seems somewhat interesting.”
He closed the detailed introduction and looked at the other items. Finding nothing useful, he decisively bought the Modified Speaker.
After a series of ding-dong notifications, Jun Changxiao refreshed the shop. This time his luck exploded—among the items was Aptitude Transformation Liquid. Opening it, he saw it was suitable for consumption by those with mundane-grade spiritual roots, though the price was still 50 contribution points.
“Buy.”
“Ding!”
“Host has spent 50 contribution points and obtained Aptitude Transformation Liquid x1…”
“Ding!”
“Sect contribution points: 80/500.”
Jun Changxiao took out the Aptitude Transformation Liquid, opened the bottle stopper, and drank it without hesitation. Still that flavor—a bit of malt aroma.
“Ding!”
“Host has used Aptitude Transformation Liquid x1. Currently transforming spiritual root aptitude!”
“Spiritual root aptitude transformation complete!”
“Host has successfully broken through to Sixth-rank Wutu!”
The aptitude change drove Jun Changxiao’s cultivation to improve, though it only rose by one rank.
…
After the spiritual roots advanced to mid-grade, Sect Leader Jun’s affinity with heaven and earth’s spiritual power became higher. After one night’s cultivation, the effects were significant!
“Not bad, not bad.”
He walked out of his room swinging his arms. Outside, dawn was just breaking, and everything was so fresh.
Having just headed toward the outer courtyard, he saw Xiao Zuiji walk out of the training room, crouching on the steps, breathing very wearily.
“Very hardworking,” Jun Changxiao praised.
The disciples successively got up and washed, coming to the training ground for routine cultivation.
“Hurry up.”
Li Qingyang also came, but Ye Xingchen followed behind him. This Lord Ye had his head lowered, but cold gleams flashed in his eyes.
“What’s going on?” Jun Changxiao said.
Li Qingyang said, “Sect Leader, after Junior Brother Ye joined the sect, he’s never done morning exercises. This time I dragged him over.”
“Hmph.”
Ye Xingchen thought coldly to himself, “I, a dignified generation’s Martial Emperor, how could I do such childish morning exercises with you commoners.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Xingchen, I see you still haven’t adapted to sect life.”
“Snap.”
He snapped his fingers. “To make you all get along joyfully together, this Seat must adjust the sect atmosphere a bit.”
“Atmosphere?”
Everyone was confused.
“Snap!” Jun Changxiao placed the Modified Speaker in front of the great hall platform. “From now on, every day’s morning exercises will be accompanied by beautiful music.”
Su Xiaomo came closer, looking left and right. “Sect Leader, what is this?”
Jun Changxiao didn’t explain. Waiting until all the male and female disciples had assembled, he then lightly pressed the speaker’s power button. The two subwoofers immediately sounded—
Thump-thump thump-thump…
“Oh my goodness!”
Su Xiaomo, whose ear was pressed against the subwoofer, heard the sound start and was so startled he fell backward, then awkwardly rolled down the steps.
Like a strand of seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, seaweed!
Drifting with the waves!
Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, seaweed!
The divine music with an extremely high sense of melody rang out in the Tiegu Sect’s training ground.
“Idiot.” Ye Xingchen muttered.
Just then, Jun Changxiao pointed two fingers in his direction. “Come on, dance!”
Ye Xingchen’s pupils contracted. Immediately losing control, his legs spread apart, both hands raised up, and then… he danced to the divine music’s melodic beat.
A dignified generation’s Martial Emperor stood in the training ground, gesticulating wildly, occasionally placing one hand on the ground and lifting his entire body!
The sect disciples looked at him, their facial expressions exceptionally spectacular.
Jun Changxiao pulled off his long robe, put his fingers in his mouth, whistled, and shouted loudly, “Babies, let loose and party!”
His mental intention spread out, enveloping all the disciples.
Then—
Nearly a hundred disciples lined up neatly, following the divine music’s melody, following the beat, moving in unison as they danced!
“Second Senior Brother, my body is out of control!”
“I can’t control myself either!”
“Hehe, this is so fun!”
“Why isn’t Senior Sister dancing along!”