Automatically match spiritual energy-type martial technique?

Jun Changxiao’s mind stirred, and he opened the complete system panel—

Sect Name: Tiegu Zhengzheng Sect.

Sect Master: Jun Changxiao.

Sect Level: Ninth-rate.

Sect Construction: Level 2.

Sect Functions: Pill Refining Pavilion.

Sect Cultivation Methods: Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture [Divine Grade Initial Tier], My Slash [Medium Grade Initial Tier].

Sect Members: 102/500.

Sect Contribution Points: 177/500.

Sect Achievement Points: 0/500.

Sect Quests: None currently.

Sect Main Quest: Within 100 years… omitted here.

……

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin: “This type of martial technique can also be cultivated by disciples.”

As he spoke, he clicked on sect cultivation methods, selected the My Slash martial technique, and directly copied 1,000 copies.

“Ding! Host consumed 10 contribution points, copied My Slash manuals ×1,000, already transmitted to spatial ring.”

Jun Changxiao took out one copy to flip through, saying in surprise: “Indeed easy to understand!”

Speaking thus, he began circulating according to the meridian circulation diagram in the manual. In less than 10 minutes, he felt spiritual energy gathering in his palm.

Walking out of the great hall onto the training grounds, he waved his hand at empty space.

*Whoosh—*

Spiritual energy erupted from his palm, forming a crescent moon shape that swept close to the ground before finally smashing into the wooden post erected a few days ago.

*BOOM!*

The wooden post exploded on the spot, startling the disciples who all turned their heads to look.

“Heavens!” Su Xiaomo came over with his mouth open, surprised: “Sect Master, what move is this!”

Jun Changxiao clapped his hands and smiled: “My Slash, a type of spiritual energy-type martial technique.”

“Spiritual energy-type martial technique?” Su Xiaomo’s eyes immediately widened.

In his understanding, techniques that gathered spiritual energy for attacks were called spiritual energy-type martial techniques, and they were extremely rare on the market with extremely expensive prices!

“Here.”

Jun Changxiao tossed over a copy of My Slash and patted his shoulder: “Take it to cultivate. If you can’t learn it, sever your own meridians.”

Speaking thus, he turned and returned to the great hall.

Su Xiaomo caught the manual and saw the words ‘My Slash’ written on the cover. His gaze immediately filled with fervor as he loudly declared: “This disciple will definitely cultivate it successfully!”

After returning to the great hall, Jun Changxiao also called over Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, and Tian Qi, giving each one a copy of My Slash for them to cultivate.

“Spiritual energy-type martial technique?”

“Heavens, these are hard to find!”

“The Sect Master treats us too well!”

Lu Qianqian saw the Medium Grade Initial Tier designation and originally had no plans to cultivate it, but after opening it and discovering the incantations were simple and easy to understand, she began trying to cultivate it.

After the Tiegu Sect disciples learned about the spiritual energy-type martial technique, they cultivated even more diligently, because the Sect Master had declared that as long as they stepped into Martial Disciple level, anyone could obtain it!

Work hard, work harder still!

The cultivation atmosphere at Tiegu Sect grew even more intense, and the disciples’ strength increased every day.

As for the wandering blade master Ma Yongning, after being confined for five days he was released, but he lingered at the sect and couldn’t be driven away no matter what.

Why wouldn’t he leave?

Because during those few days of confinement, he had already been deeply conquered by Liu Wanshi’s culinary skills. Holding his blade, he shamelessly squatted on the cafeteria steps.

“Have some dignity, won’t you?” Jun Changxiao said.

Ma Yongning half-reclined with an ‘I’m shameless’ appearance: “Sect Master Jun, let’s write off our grudge. As long as you let me stay and eat Miss Liu’s cooking every day, I’ll do anything!”

Jun Changxiao: “…”

Damn it, if only he hadn’t given him food earlier.

“Sect Master.” Liu Wanshi blinked her eyes: “The cafeteria still lacks someone to wash dishes and scrub pans. Why not let him stay to do odd jobs?”

“Agreed!”

Ma Yongning stood up with a whoosh, displaying his large rough hands, immensely proud: “These hands of mine were born to wash dishes and scrub pans!”

Jun Changxiao propped up his chin: “Dudu is busy running around the cafeteria every day. I should find her some helpers to share the chores.”

“Xiao Mu.”

“Present.”

“Bring those two assassins over as well. Have them do odd jobs in the cafeteria. If they don’t cooperate, just two words—give this seat a vicious beating.”

“Yes!”

Su Xiaomo headed toward the prison cells, his mouth twitching along the way: “Those two words are quite long.”

Just like that, Ma Yongning and the two assassins worked as helpers in the cafeteria, and all willingly at that, because the food Liu Wanshi made was truly too delicious.

In ancient times, there was the iron-boned and upright Wang So-and-so who could betray his country for a bowl of fried rice. Today, there are cold-blooded and ruthless assassins who bow their heads after a few meals.

……

The disciples cultivated tirelessly, while Jun Changxiao began considering Drizzling Rain Tower: “The three assassins sent to kill me haven’t returned after all this time. The other side will definitely take more action.”

Should he destroy them or not?

No, he couldn’t.

Jun Changxiao dismissed the thought, because three consecutive assassination attempts had triggered side quests twice. This assassin organization was definitely delivering free rice—destroying it would be equivalent to cutting off his food supply, wouldn’t it?

The system said: “Host really thinks too much.”

“Nonsense.”

Jun Changxiao said: “If I think less, how will I survive in the cruel Xingyun Continent in the future?”

……

The Tiegu Sect disciples threw themselves wholeheartedly into cultivation.

Jun Changxiao wasn’t idle either, either taking a trip to the cultivation room or comprehending the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture in the inner court.

During this period, Qingyang Commandery exploded in commotion, because the Ai Family of Huyang City publicly announced a newly developed Healing Pill that could rapidly restore injuries.

How fast?

The promotional slogan went like this—

As long as you still have one breath left, as long as you still cherish the mortal world, take one Healing Pill and within a few breaths you’ll rapidly recover. Your waist will be good, your kidneys will be good, you’ll be good, he’ll be good too!

Could it really be this exaggerated?

This was the first reaction of Qingyang Commandery martial artists upon learning the news.

But considering the Ai Family had operated in the pill trade for generations, they probably wouldn’t spread rumors to smash the brand reputation they had painstakingly accumulated.

“Three days from now, the Ai Family will hold a Healing Pill auction in Huyang City. They say only nine pills will be auctioned, and many families and sects have already rushed there.”

“Let’s go, let’s go! We should go watch the excitement too.”

In a short time, martial artists from all directions of Qingyang Commandery flooded into Huyang City. The number of people exceeded even the audience at the sect competition, showing how attractive a pill that could rapidly restore injuries was.

Of course.

Many families and sects were not without doubts.

The Ai Family also understood that to make them believe in the pill’s efficacy, they had to provide proof. So after the auction began, they brought out the young master of the Song Family from Sunyang City, who had been paralyzed in bed for many years.

“It’s Second Young Master Song!”

“Once second only to Xiao Zuiji as the second greatest talent of Qingyang Commandery. During outdoor cultivation, he was attacked by a low fifth-grade vicious beast and ended up completely paralyzed. Truly heartbreaking.”

“The Ai Family invited him here—could it be to prove the efficacy to us?”

“Second Young Master Song has been paralyzed in bed for so long. Can one Healing Pill really cure him?”

Everyone discussed among themselves.

“Everyone.”

Ai Shangni walked out and said: “To prove the effectiveness of the Ai Family’s newly developed Healing Pill, yesterday I reached an agreement with Family Head Song to sell him one pill for thirty thousand taels. Whether it can cure Second Young Master Song, everyone can bear witness.”

Speaking thus, he handed the pill to Family Head Song.

Everyone looked over in unison.

Family Head Song’s hands trembled slightly as he held the pill.

Yesterday, the Ai Family repeatedly guaranteed the pill would definitely be effective, inevitably making him so excited he could barely control himself.

“Father.”

Second Young Master Song half-reclined in his chair, his face pale: “Give it to your child. Even if it’s poison, it doesn’t matter.”

As a talent second only to Xiao Zuiji, because of being paralyzed in bed and unable to move, his heart had long turned to dead ashes. If only he could move, he would have ended his own life long ago.

Family Head Song walked over and personally fed his son the pill, his tears streaming down as he hoped for a miracle to occur.

The miracle arrived—

After taking the pill, Second Young Master Song’s hands trembled lightly, then under everyone’s watchful gaze he straightened his waist, and finally… struggled to stand up!