After being brainwashed by the divine music, the Tiegu Sect disciples felt refreshed and alert. Even after a full day of cultivation, they didn’t feel the slightest bit tired.
This was the effect of the modified sound system—not only could it energize the atmosphere, it also had a refreshing effect.
However, after the morning exercises ended, Ye Xingchen crouched in a corner, holding his head in his hands, howling inwardly: “What have I done? What on earth have I done!”
Where was his dignity? Where was his temper!
Especially when he thought about how he had been singing and dancing in front of everyone, his eyes turned bloodshot. He wished he could tear open a crack in the earth with his bare hands and crawl inside!
“Ah!”
The more Ye Xingchen thought about it, the more agonized he became. He threw his head back and roared.
“Whoosh—” A happy soccer ball shot toward him at a tricky angle!
“Swish!”
Ye Xingchen shifted his body, and the ball swept past his face. He thought disdainfully: “I’m not the same person I was a few days ago.”
“Junior Brother, watch out behind you!” Su Xiaomo shouted.
Ye Xingchen froze, instinctively turning to look. He saw the ball that had hit the wall bouncing straight back at him.
“Bang—”
“Thud!”
Ye Xingchen lay on the ground in a spread-eagle position.
He wasn’t the same person as a few days ago, but his 100% ability to catch the ball with his face remained intact.
He really wanted to die.
He really wanted to reincarnate again!
“Li Fei, what kind of terrible footwork is that? You hit Junior Brother’s face again!”
…
The next day.
Under the divine music, the Tiegu Sect disciples happily performed their morning exercises.
Ye Xingchen, being supervised by Li Qingyang, felt very resistant but could only follow along with the exercises. However, he remained silent throughout, like a patient with autism.
After the morning exercises ended, it was time for the disciples’ independent cultivation.
Jun Changxiao walked over and sat down on the steps, saying: “How have you been feeling these past few days?”
Ye Xingchen, sitting beside him, remained silent.
Jun Changxiao said: “Your eyes tell me you’re a man with a story.”
Ye Xingchen continued his silence.
If he had enough power right now, he would definitely pin the sect master to the ground and give him a thorough beating.
Jun Changxiao leaned back, resting his hands on the steps, and said: “Actually, I’m quite envious of people like you who have stories. Unlike me, whose entire life can be summed up in one word: handsome.”
Ye Xingchen: “…”
Jun Changxiao stood up, patted the dust off his backside, and said: “Xingchen, if you resent me for forcibly bringing you into the sect, you can leave now.”
“Really?” Ye Xingchen finally spoke.
Jun Changxiao tossed him the disciple enrollment form and pointed at the gate: “You can leave right now. No one will stop you.”
“Swish!”
Ye Xingchen stood up and walked toward the gate.
Jun Changxiao crossed his arms and said: “However, you should think it through. Leaving here means you’ll lose many cultivation resources. If you have any grudges you want to settle, it will become much more difficult.”
Ye Xingchen stopped in his tracks, his fists clenching tightly.
He really wanted to leave immediately, but having experienced the muscle sculpting room’s training and seeing his physical body improve at an extremely fast rate, he felt somewhat reluctant.
Guessed correctly?
This guy has enemies?
Jun Changxiao said: “I don’t know your story, nor do I want to hear you tell it. But just remember this—cultivating at the Tiegu Zhengzheng Sect will only make you stronger.”
The disciples who were playing soccer on the training grounds stopped and all turned to look at Ye Xingchen, who seemed about to leave.
“Junior Brother.”
Su Xiaomo picked up the ball and called out: “Although our sect is weak now, under the sect master’s leadership, we will definitely become stronger. If you leave, you will regret it for the rest of your life!”
“Hmph.”
Ye Xingchen snorted coldly.
Then, he turned back and stood beside Jun Changxiao, saying indifferently: “Can you help me break through to Wudi?”
Opening his mouth, he directly mentioned Wudi.
This guy is definitely not simple.
Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose and said: “Wudi is just the starting point. If there are even higher realms above that, I can easily lead you to enter them as well.”
Better to boast now and worry about it later.
Ye Di tossed the enrollment form back and said indifferently: “This disciple will go cultivate now.”
Acknowledging himself as a disciple? Very rare!
Could it be that the dignified Wudi had just been fooled by Jun Changxiao like this?
No, no, no—he was merely fascinated by the muscle sculpting room.
Moreover, he needed a place to cultivate in peace and quiet. Although the Tiegu Sect was weak, at least it was relatively peaceful.
Jun Changxiao’s forcible recruitment into the sect, Su Xiaomo’s punches and kicks—
These things meant nothing to Ye Xingchen, because his sole purpose in being reborn was to pull that eternal empress down from her divine throne!
Of course, he didn’t know that if he had actually walked out of the Tiegu Sect with that enrollment form, he wouldn’t just lose the sculpting room—he would also lose all memories related to the Tendon Transformation Classic.
Jun Changxiao said: “Tomorrow, come with me to Qingyang City. I’ll let you see the wider world.”
The wider world?
Ye Xingchen sneered inwardly.
As one of the ten great Wudi in his previous life, what wider world hadn’t he seen?
…
The next day.
The disciples continued their normal cultivation.
Jun Changxiao prepared for departure, bringing Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomo, Xiao Zuiji, and Ye Xingchen—four people in total—to set off for Qingyang City.
“Sect Master.”
On the road, Li Qingyang said: “The Hundred Sects Alliance leader invited you to come. Bringing us along to the appointment seems a bit inappropriate.”
Jun Changxiao said: “There’s nothing inappropriate about it.”
Hmph.
So they’re going to attend a small county’s sect meeting—this is considered seeing the wider world?
Back in the day, this emperor stood atop Chixiao Mountain, discussing martial arts and the Dao with the nine great Wudi, which caused all living beings to bow in worship.
Ye Xingchen thought to himself.
This fellow was still immersed in his past glory, completely unaware that in this life he was nothing but a waste with a useless constitution.
After several days of cultivation, Ye Xingchen’s physique was obviously much stronger than before. Without the sculpting room, such rapid growth would have been impossible.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t comprehended the Tendon Transformation Classic, had no clue about the Supreme Mystery Scripture, and his cultivation remained stuck at the first stage of Meridian Opening.
His spiritual root aptitude was just too poor.
…
Qingyang City.
Jun Changxiao arrived once again.
Unlike before, when he brought his disciples into the city, the gazes from passersby no longer contained contempt and disdain.
His disciples had swept the top four places and destroyed the Lingquan Sect.
At this point, who would still dare to regard the Tiegu Sect as a third-rate sect?
“Sect Master Jun.”
Family Head Li came forward, his face beaming with smiles.
“Father.” Li Qingyang called out.
This was his first time returning to Qingyang City since joining the sect.
Jun Changxiao considerately said: “Go accompany your father and fulfill your filial duties. I’ll take your junior brothers to the appointment.”
This was his purpose in bringing Li Qingyang to Qingyang City this time.
Li Qingyang said seriously: “Sect Master, after we finish our business, this disciple will catch up with Father.”
He was Family Head Li’s son, but also a disciple of the Tiegu Sect.
At this banquet, the alliance leader and the high-ranking members of each sect would definitely deliberately create difficulties. As the second disciple, how could he not accompany the sect master!
“Very well.”
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said: “Family Head Li, I still have matters to attend to. After I’m finished, I will visit your residence.”
With that, he led the four disciples toward the Star-Moon Tower.
“Ah.”
Watching his son depart, Family Head Li let out a sigh.
He knew Jun Changxiao was going to attend the meeting, and that the Star-Moon Tower had been reserved yesterday. Inside would be all the sect masters from various sects. Would it be alright for Qingyang to go along?
“There are at least thirty-some sect masters inside the Star-Moon Tower. The atmosphere must be incredibly imposing!”
“If I went in and made eye contact with that many important figures, I’d probably be scared stiff on the spot!”
“Sect Master Jun destroyed the Lingquan Sect, and the alliance is very angry. Going to this appointment, he’ll definitely be targeted at every turn.”
Passersby and martial artists whispered amongst themselves.
Xie Guangkun stood in his study. Learning from his guards that Jun Changxiao had entered the city, he murmured: “Young man, this is an internal matter of your alliance. As city lord, it’s not convenient for me to get involved. I hope you can handle it.”