Cold sweat appeared on Steward Zhao’s forehead, completely gone was his earlier arrogance and indifference.

If word reached headquarters that he had unauthorized agreements with the Hundred Sects Alliance and accepted benefits, losing his steward position would be the least of his worries—being held accountable would be the real problem!

Steward Zhao quickly realized in a very short time that Cangshan Sect’s elder coming here was related to Jun Changxiao, so he hurriedly said with a smile: “Sect Master Jun, Zhao will certify you and Iron Bone Sect right now.”

“No, no, no.”

Jun Changxiao said: “My Iron Bone Sect is just a lowly sect without a Hundred Sects Alliance certificate. How could we be qualified for sect certification?”

Hearing this, Steward Zhao’s expression became as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.

Elder Ma said coldly: “As the person in charge of the Sect Certification Hall, shouldn’t you follow fairness and justice? Requiring a certificate from the Hundred Sects Alliance is utterly absurd!”

The last five words were forceful and resonant, shaking Steward Zhao’s spirit and making his legs begin to tremble.

This was an elder of a fifth-rate sect like Cangshan Sect. Even if he didn’t report this to headquarters, just reporting it to the branch would ensure his fate was extremely miserable.

Seeing this guy scared pale, Jun Changxiao thought to himself: “If I don’t step on you like a dog, how can I do right by my angry disciples?”

“Slap!”

Suddenly, Steward Zhao raised his hand and actually struck his own face, saying with an ingratiating smile: “Sect Master Jun, my brain was just squeezed by a door. You’re a great person with great magnanimity—don’t stoop to my level.”

This works too?

Li Qingyang and the others’ mouths twitched.

If he had maintained his earlier arrogant demeanor, perhaps they could have mustered a bit of respect, but now that he’d become a tail-wagging dog, he was just disgusting to look at.

“Steward Zhao, that was a bit light.” Jun Changxiao said coolly.

“Slap!”

Steward Zhao struck his own face again, this time using considerable force—a bright red palm print appeared on his right cheek.

He endured the burning pain and forced a smile: “Sect Master Jun, are you satisfied?”

“Not satisfied.” Jun Changxiao said.

“Slap! Slap!”

Steward Zhao was also quite ruthless, directly slapping both his left and right cheeks once each. Because he used too much force, his nose even started bleeding.

“Sect… Sect Master Jun.”

His face twisted slightly into a smile as he said: “Are… are you satisfied now?”

Since the guy was hitting himself with such sincerity, Jun Changxiao couldn’t keep targeting him, so he said coolly: “Go through the process and certify us.”

“Please, please.”

Steward Zhao endured the pain and led him and the Iron Bone Sect disciples to the training ground in the back courtyard, where a stone surrounded by flowing light was placed.

“Sect Master Jun, this is the cultivation testing stone. Please have your sect’s disciples certify one by one. If they meet the requirements, your sect level can be upgraded.”

“What requirements?”

“Five disciples must achieve power values of two thousand three hundred pounds or more.”

“Oh.”

Jun Changxiao understood.

This so-called cultivation testing stone was actually the same as the strength testing machine sold in the shop.

“Li Fei, go test.”

“Yes!”

Li Fei walked over first, but scratched his head and said: “Sect Master, should I use my fist or my foot?”

Steward Zhao, covering his face, said: “Whether hand or foot, as long as the power reaches two thousand three hundred pounds, it meets the requirement.”

“Understood.”

Li Fei bounced on his feet, then suddenly kicked out—the motion similar to kicking a soccer ball.

“Bang—”

One kick struck the testing stone.

Elder Ma, who had followed along, silently commented: “Solid foundation and no spiritual power used. Must have trained hard. The power of this kick definitely reached the required…”

Gah.

He suddenly stopped thinking, his eyes filling with surprise, because numbers gradually appeared on the testing stone, reading—three thousand pounds.

“This…” Steward Zhao was also dumbfounded.

As the person in charge of Qingyang City’s Sect Certification Hall, he had seen many sect disciples come to verify their strength, but he had never seen anyone kick out three thousand pounds relying purely on physical body!

“Sigh.”

Li Fei shook his head and said: “A bit unaccustomed.”

“Xiaomo.”

“Yes!”

Su Xiaomo stepped forward. He also kicked once, producing a power of three thousand five hundred pounds, then shrugged helplessly: “As expected, a bit unaccustomed.”

Elder Ma and Steward Zhao’s mouths twitched.

Two disciples each kicked once, and their purest physical strength could rival second-grade Wutu—this was simply incredible!

Lu Qianqian, who appeared next, gently struck the testing stone with her jade-like palm, displaying a power of four thousand pounds.

At a glance, this was very casual—she hadn’t used her full strength at all!

Li Qingyang walked up, infused spiritual power into his fist, and fiercely struck the testing stone. The power value displayed was—five thousand pounds.

“Bang!”

Tian Qi also struck the testing stone. Without using spiritual power, his punch produced a power of three thousand two hundred pounds.

Elder Ma and Steward Zhao’s eyes grew wider and wider.

These Iron Bone Sect disciples were only first-grade Wutu in cultivation, yet each could produce power above three thousand pounds—this was extremely terrifying!

“Steward Zhao.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Five of my sect’s disciples all meet the requirements. Can we be certified as an eighth-rate sect now?”

Steward Zhao snapped back to his senses and hurriedly said politely: “According to certification regulations, your sect also needs to have five disciples who have reached Meridian Opening twelfth stage.”

“Oh.”

Jun Changxiao waved his hand. Zhang Wei and three other disciples who had broken through to Wutu tested in order. Without exception, their power was all above three thousand pounds.

Aside from Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang who had slightly higher aptitude, the other Iron Bone Sect disciples all had medium-grade spiritual roots. That they could produce extremely close power values was naturally due to training and Body Sculpting Pills.

“…”

Elder Ma and Steward Zhao were a bit dizzy.

A very few disciples producing second-grade Wutu power values could still be explained by innate divine strength, but so many disciples all producing three thousand pound values—could they all have innate divine strength?

Not innate, but acquired.

“Sect Master Jun.” Elder Ma looked at Xiao Zuiji and said: “Is this disciple of yours not testing?”

Jun Changxiao said: “Zuiji, go up and punch once to show Elder Ma.”

“Yes.”

Xiao Zuiji handed the cloth-wrapped sniper rifle to Su Xiaomo, walked to the testing stone, then took a deep breath and struck it with his fist.

Power value—four thousand six hundred pounds.

Elder Ma’s eyes immediately widened, his mouth opened, and shock appeared in his pupils.

This youth had no spiritual power emanating from his entire body, yet his purest physical strength could produce a power value close to five thousand—this was absolutely terrifying!

Zuiji?

Steward Zhao remembered something and said in shock: “Could it be, he’s the Xiao Family direct line member Xiao Zuiji who won the sect tournament championship?”

Jun Changxiao said coolly: “Please remove ‘Xiao Family direct line member’ and replace it with Iron Bone Sect disciple. Thank you.”

“Understood, understood!” Steward Zhao said hurriedly.

Elder Ma exclaimed in admiration: “So he’s the sect tournament champion from not long ago. No wonder his strength is so formidable.”

He had also heard in Cangshan Sect about Iron Bone Sect disciples sweeping the top four positions in the sect tournament, and had even discussed it with the sect master and leadership.

“Sect Master Jun.”

Elder Ma bowed his hands and said: “These people, under your guidance, have all become dragons among men!”

Speaking honestly, not flattering.

After all, a group of disciples with generally poor aptitude being brought by Iron Bone Sect’s master to this level—even his Cangshan Sect would find it difficult to accomplish.

Not just Cangshan Sect—even higher-level sects couldn’t possibly take a group of people with mediocre talent and make them possess higher-level combat power when they were merely first-grade Wutu.

Of course.

Higher-level sects wouldn’t accept them either, because it would be a complete waste of time and resources.

Jun Changxiao thought differently. He was determined to take these disciples, whom higher sects viewed as “trash” and “garbage,” and turn them all into heaven’s pride, because it was very challenging!