The Rain Pavilion’s Pavilion Master wanted to calmly talk it over because she was being held hostage. If her strength were greater than Jun Changxiao’s, right now she’d probably be saying—Call me Queen!
Speaking of which, how did she, a Fifth Stage Wushi, end up beaten so miserably by him, an Eighth Stage Wutu?
Because after Jun Changxiao threw away his gun, it melded into his ring, and he decisively crushed the Strength Increase Talisman, his strength instantly surging five times!
When the Rain Pavilion’s Pavilion Master was throwing willow-leaf flying knives, he could see this woman’s strength was extremely formidable. If guns couldn’t resolve it, he could only use other trump cards.
After using the Strength Increase Talisman, Jun Changxiao’s strength instantly increased fivefold from its original level.
Originally possessing nearly thirty thousand catties of strength, it instantly broke through a hundred thousand. No wonder the Rain Pavilion’s Pavilion Master had her weapon chopped apart after just resisting a few times, her arms also shaken numb.
In terms of movement techniques, Ghost Shadow Steps comprehended to the ultimate level.
In terms of weapons, the Common Grade Frost Edge Sword’s quality was superior by a notch.
In terms of strength, he was in no way inferior.
All the above was sufficient to make up for the difference in major realms and achieve hostage-taking.
……
Jun Changxiao sealed this woman’s meridians, pressed the Desert Eagle against her back, and said indifferently: “Let’s go, beautiful lady.”
Having lost her cultivation and with a gun at her back, the Rain Pavilion’s Pavilion Master could only comply.
“Oh right.”
“Tell these subordinates of yours to throw out all the hidden weapons in their sleeves, put their hands on their heads, and line up in a single file.”
The Rain Pavilion’s Pavilion Master ordered: “Do as Sect Master Jun says.”
“Swoosh swoosh swoosh!”
The assassins all threw out their hidden weapons and, like war criminals, put their hands on their heads and lined up properly.
Just like that, including the assassins who were wailing and crying, including the hung-up Bobcat, all the Rain Pavilion people headed toward the Iron Bones Sect in a single line under Xiao Zuiji’s escort.
Because they took small paths, this group of assassins didn’t attract anyone else’s attention, and they returned to the sect that same night.
“Buzz! Buzz!”
The Rain Pavilion’s Pavilion Master and dozens of subordinates passed through the sect protection grand formation and stood in the martial arts practice field.
Seeing so many people dressed in black clothes, resembling assassins, Li Qingyang said in astonishment: “Sect Master, they are…”
“Rain Pavilion assassins.” Jun Changxiao said.
Xiao Zuiji supplemented: “Second Senior Brother, all the Rain Pavilion assassins, including their boss!”
All of them, and their boss?
The corner of Li Qingyang’s mouth twitched violently.
Exterminating an assassin organization wasn’t a simple matter. He had been constantly worried the Sect Master and junior brother would have some accident.
Now that they’d captured everyone, he realized he had worried too much again.
In the dining hall, One Black and Two Black, looking through the window and seeing the Rain Pavilion’s Pavilion Master, nearly had their eyeballs pop out of their sockets!
Oh my mama!
The Pavilion Master has been captured by the Sect Master and brought to the Iron Bones Sect!
Two Black rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it: “Am I dreaming?”
“Smack.” One Black hit him in the face: “Does it hurt?”
“It hurts!”
“Not a dream, it’s real!”
……
To prevent the assassins from escaping or causing trouble, Jun Changxiao ordered Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo to seal their meridians and lock them all in prison.
The Rain Pavilion’s Pavilion Master would definitely receive preferential treatment, being locked alone in a relatively spacious room. The window had iron bars sealing it completely, and even the door was wound with several circles of iron chains.
Having become a prisoner, she thought hatefully: “Jun Changxiao, if you give me a chance to escape, your Iron Bones Sect will never have a peaceful day!”
“Click—”
The small opening at the bottom of the door opened, and a bowl of fried rice was offered.
In the dining hall.
Sect Master Jun and Xiao Zuiji wolfed down the food Liu Wanshi had made, wishing they could grow two more mouths.
Hidden in the mountain forest for several days, the two hadn’t dared light fires to roast meat, and could only satisfy their hunger with wild fruit. They’d nearly forgotten what meat tasted like.
This incident also made Jun Changxiao deeply realize that next time he went out for a long trip, he must prepare food made by Dudu in his spatial ring—even if just a few bowls of fried rice would do!
Watching the two devour food like sweeping clouds and rolling fog, Liu Wanshi said heartbrokenly: “Sect Master and Senior Brother have lost so much weight. Dudu will definitely fatten you both up white and plump again!”
……
After eating and drinking his fill, Jun Changxiao patted his belly and sat on the thousand-year nanmu wood chair in the great hall, shaking his slightly aching arm.
Don’t be fooled by how satisfying it was to chop with the Strength Increase Talisman during the day—after it wore off, the soreness brought by his entire skeleton was indescribably refreshing.
The system said: “If the host had used it right after purchasing it, you’d probably be carried back now.”
“This Strength Increase Talisman is really good.”
Jun Changxiao said: “It just happened to have reset. I must buy it to prepare for unexpected needs.”
“Ding! Host has spent 20 contribution points and obtained Common Grade Strength Increase Talisman ×1. It has been delivered to the spatial ring.”
“Ding! Sect contribution value: 150/500.”
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang walked into the great hall, saying: “These past few days, several martial artists came to register. Because they couldn’t enter the sect, I had them stay in Qingyang Village first.”
“Have them come tomorrow.” Jun Changxiao said.
Li Qingyang presented the account book: “The inner courtyard was completed yesterday. It cost a total of forty-three thousand taels. This is the detailed expense record. Please review it, Sect Master.”
Why did Jun Changxiao like this second disciple? It wasn’t because he had orientation problems—it was because he did things earnestly, systematically, and in an orderly manner!
When he himself had business and left, he could entrust the sect to him with complete peace of mind!
Li Qingyang with his steady personality might not have the popularity of protagonist-fated disciples like Xiao Zuiji or Ye Xingchen, but he was absolutely the most indispensable backbone for building a stronger sect.
Jun Changxiao took the account book without even looking at it and set it aside: “During this seat’s absence, were there any matters at the sect?”
Li Qingyang began reporting one by one.
For instance, the realm improvements of junior brothers and sisters, or for instance, the growth speed of new disciples.
“Long Ziyang broke through to the Eleventh段 of Meridian Opening?” Jun Changxiao said in surprise.
Li Qingyang said: “Junior Brother Long has cultivated very diligently since joining the sect, and his realm has improved very quickly. This disciple believes he’s a good seedling worth cultivating.”
“Whether he’s worth cultivating or not depends on his future performance.” Jun Changxiao waved his hand: “You may go.”
Li Qingyang withdrew, but Lu Qianqian leaned against the entrance to the great hall.
This woman, as always, crossed her arms and said indifferently: “Bringing back so many mouths to feed is no small expense.”
Jun Changxiao leaned against the chair back: “Although our Iron Bones Sect isn’t exactly wealthy, supporting some prisoners is still no problem.”
“That woman is an assassin leader. She won’t behave herself. I advise the Sect Master to make a decisive decision and kill her.” Lu Qianqian said indifferently.
Jun Changxiao said: “Killing a captured woman—this seat finds it a bit difficult to do.”
“Clang!”
Lu Qianqian drew her sword, saying indifferently: “If the Sect Master can’t do it, then leave it to this disciple.”
This woman really drew her sword at the slightest disagreement!
Jun Changxiao smiled: “Is it that this seat brought back a beautiful woman and you’re jealous?”
Lu Qianqian looked at him, he looked at Lu Qianqian.
The two looked into each other’s eyes…
“Just kidding, just kidding.” Jun Changxiao admitted defeat, his face becoming serious: “The Rain Pavilion’s Pavilion Master temporarily can’t be killed. This seat is keeping her because she’s still useful.”
“What use?” Lu Qianqian said.
Jun Changxiao rubbed his fingers together: “In this world where information is blocked, timely intelligence is undoubtedly very important. This seat wants to establish an intelligence organization—not covering the entire continent, but at least covering all of Qingyang Commandery.”
Lu Qianqian’s gaze revealed something unusual, seemingly somewhat surprised that the Sect Master would have such a mature idea.
Jun Changxiao had thought about creating an intelligence organization back when he was on Spiritual Spring Mountain. After all, if there were any disturbances outside in the future, at least he could quickly obtain information.
Lu Qianqian said indifferently: “The Sect Master wants that woman and her assassins to gather intelligence?”
Jun Changxiao said: “Assassins changing careers to become intelligence agents—nothing could be more suitable.”
Lu Qianqian said indifferently: “You think that woman is like One Black and Two Black, who defected from the organization and obey every command for two bowls of fried rice?”
If One Black and Two Black heard this, they would definitely roar: “Senior Sister, we did it for Liu Wanshi, for Dudu, not for those two bowls of fried rice!”
Jun Changxiao shrugged: “If this seat can’t even handle one woman, what face would I have to be Sect Master? I might as well abdicate to you.”
“I think that works.” Lu Qianqian said.
Jun Changxiao stood up and came down, walking around her with his hands behind his back, saying: “Lu Qianqian, oh Lu Qianqian, this seat sees you have a heart of treasonous intent.”
Lu Qianqian said: “The Sect Master said it himself.”
Jun Changxiao stopped, turning his body sideways and saying in a low voice: “You can never be Sect Master, not in this lifetime. However, becoming the Sect Master’s wife would be about right.”
Seemingly realizing that saying this was truly courting death, after saying the four words “Sect Master’s wife” he had already rushed out of the great hall.
“Sect Master!”
Su Xiaomo cried out in alarm: “Watch out!”
Jun Changxiao, who had gleefully darted out from the great hall, instinctively looked back, and then heard a ‘bang’ as the joyful soccer ball kicked him in the face.
The person came to an abrupt stop and crashed down headfirst onto the ground.
Su Xiaomo, you sect-master-sabotaging goods—if you hadn’t shouted “watch out”… could I have turned my head and taken the ball with my face!
And Li… Li Fei!
Your damned spiritually-gifted foot—is it targeting this seat’s incomparably handsome face every single day!
“Serves you right.”
Lu Qianqian coldly tossed out these two words and left. Her unrippled state of mind had a slight fluctuation because of Jun Changxiao’s words just now.
Sigh.
When will I be able to comprehend the Supreme Profound Ice Heart Formula to the third layer and achieve a truly still-water heart…