Li Luoqiu’s compromise had many aspects.
For instance, being imprisoned now—if she didn’t agree, she definitely couldn’t get out, which would be truly becoming a bird in a cage.
For instance, after a night of consideration, this Iron Bone Sect and this Jun Changxiao could suddenly become powerful—this was truly strange yet also very promising.
For instance, since the other party was giving her a hall master position and not restricting her freedom, it seemed pretty good.
The most important point was—the Divine Might Fire Blunderbuss!
As a professional assassin, Li Luoqiu was skilled with various hidden weapons and liked using them. This kind of hidden weapon that shot streaming light and had tremendous power naturally moved her heart.
“Miss Li.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Yesterday we did engage in a life-and-death battle. Although this seat very much hopes you can become a member of the Iron Bone Sect, I’m still a bit worried.”
“Worried I’ll kill you?” Li Luoqiu smiled.
Jun Changxiao shrugged. “This seat doesn’t think you have that ability.”
Li Luoqiu said, “Then what are you worried about?”
“This seat is worried your subordinates won’t behave. If they cause trouble in the sect, wouldn’t that be rather awkward?”
“Sect Leader Jun, the assassin’s code is to follow orders. If I tell them to sit, no one will dare stand.”
“Still not quite reassured.” Jun Changxiao placed down a small medicine bottle. “This is a poison that relapses every three months. Miss Li can take it first.”
“What do you mean?” Li Luoqiu’s expression turned cold.
Jun Changxiao said, “I need to observe you. The antidote will be given once every three months. After the one-year observation period ends, if your performance is good, I’ll remove the poison from your body.”
“Sect Leader Jun is truly cautious.” Li Luoqiu said.
Jun Changxiao shrugged. “In this treacherous world, how can one survive without being a bit cautious?”
“No wonder you can become a sect leader at such a young age.” Li Luoqiu walked over, picked up the medicine bottle from the ground. “After taking it, can you give me the Divine Might Fire Blunderbuss?”
“Yes.” Jun Changxiao said.
Li Luoqiu opened the stopper and drank the poisonous liquid inside. The taste was a bit bitter, a bit spicy, then there were no other sensations.
“Hand it over.”
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao tossed the Desert Eagle over.
After Li Luoqiu caught it, she suddenly pressed the muzzle against his forehead, her slender jade finger resting on the trigger, smiling. “Sect Leader Jun, is this how it’s used?”
Jun Changxiao said, “If you want to learn, I can teach you.”
“Swoosh!”
Li Luoqiu withdrew her hand. The Desert Eagle spun between her fingers—and wouldn’t you know it, this woman played with it quite smoothly.
Jun Changxiao said, “Tomorrow I’ll publicly announce the establishment of the Fine Rain Hall. I hope you can do the ideological work with your subordinates today.”
Li Luoqiu toyed with the Desert Eagle. “Just a matter of one sentence.”
Jun Changxiao said no more, turned and left. He didn’t lock the door again either, because there was no longer any need.
Li Luoqiu began carefully examining the Desert Eagle, then tried pulling the trigger, but only heard clicking sounds with no streaming light shooting out.
Jun Changxiao’s voice came through. “Without this seat teaching you, you can’t use it.”
“I just don’t believe it.”
Li Luoqiu got stubborn and began groping around with the Desert Eagle that hadn’t been loaded with bullets at all.
“Where did the host get the poison?” The System couldn’t help asking.
Jun Changxiao said, “Found gutter oil from the slop bucket, mixed it with chili and minced garlic, and stirred it together.”
System: “Ruthless enough.”
…
The next day.
After morning exercises, Jun Changxiao publicly announced that starting today, the sect would establish the Fine Rain Hall, with Li Luoqiu as hall master.
Regarding this matter, all the disciples naturally had no objections.
Blackie One and Blackie Two were a bit dizzy.
The building master who’d just been locked up was persuaded so quickly—her willpower wasn’t even as good as theirs.
Could two bowls of fried rice compare with a Desert Eagle?
Jun Changxiao not only granted Li Luoqiu the hall master status but also renovated a relatively spacious room in the outer courtyard and hung up a Fine Rain Hall plaque.
Thus, the Iron Bone Sect had its first hall—the Fine Rain Hall.
Li Luoqiu kept her word. With one sentence, the assassins had no objections and were willing to follow their boss to become Fine Rain Hall members.
Even Mountain Cat, who’d had one hand severed, was willing.
The reason they could agree so readily was mainly because they were trapped in the Iron Bone Sect. Since even their boss had compromised, if they themselves remained stubborn, wouldn’t that be seeking death?
Speaking of which, since the Fine Rain Hall was established, why didn’t Jun Changxiao activate the elder position?
There were no suitable candidates.
Though Li Luoqiu had sufficient strength and management ability, she was ultimately an assassin.
Li Qingyang and the others didn’t have high cultivation and were still very young—serving as sect elders wouldn’t seem right either.
…
With the hall established, the next step was to handle their admission procedures.
“Ding! Ding!”
As the assassins’ entry forms were stamped with the sect leader’s seal one by one, the sounds of member count and contribution value increases rang continuously in Jun Changxiao’s ears.
After final tallying, including Li Luoqiu there were seventy-seven people total.
The system data panel showed—
Sect members: 230/500.
Sect contribution value: 225/500.
Jun Changxiao thought to himself, “As long as I recruit to full capacity, contribution value will be about full too. Then I can spend freely again.”
“Sect Leader, you were looking for me?”
Li Luoqiu walked into the great hall. Removing the “Jun” character from the address showed she’d also adapted to local customs.
Jun Changxiao said, “How many times did you send people to assassinate this seat?”
“This…” Li Luoqiu said, “I was in seclusion at the time. The task of sending people to assassinate the Sect Leader was handled by Scorpion.”
“Where’s Scorpion? Call him over.” Jun Changxiao said.
Li Luoqiu said, “You killed him.”
“…” Jun Changxiao said, “The other two ace assassins should know, right?”
“Viper knows. He participated in arranging the task assignments.”
Li Luoqiu called Viper over. After some consideration, the latter said, “Reporting to Sect Leader, Scorpion issued three tasks.”
“When, and how many people?”
Viper gave the times and numbers.
The first time was three people, before the sect competition. The second time was one person, after the competition ended. The third time was three people, who died under the Type 88 Sniper Rifle with auto-aim during its first use.
“That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
Jun Changxiao immediately frowned.
Not counting the batch of assassins outside Liyang City, there had been five times at the sect alone.
The last two times, one assassin was killed by turret Xiao Zuiji, and in the final instance, he himself shot through the chests of three and the buttocks of one of the five assassins.
If Viper hadn’t missed anything, the last two groups definitely weren’t Fine Rain Building assassins.
That’s right, that’s right.
The last two batches of assassins’ spatial rings didn’t have the Ghost Shadow Step secret manual—they definitely weren’t Fine Rain Building assassins.
Recalling that the group of assassins outside Liyang City were similarly dirt poor, Jun Changxiao speculated—could they all be the same group?
If they were the same group, that would be manageable. If not, it meant a total of three groups had attempted to assassinate him. Though he’d subdued Li Luoqiu and her subordinates, he still couldn’t rule out the possibility of being assassinated again.
Jun Changxiao rubbed his temples. “Hall Master Li, do you know if there are any assassin organizations in Qingyang Commandery?”
Without finding the possibly two waves of assassins, Sect Leader Jun would definitely have trouble sleeping and eating.
Li Luoqiu said, “As far as I know, there are no assassin organizations in Qingyang Commandery.”
“However.”
She paused. “The major families in various cities secretly cultivate assassins or death warriors. Some family higher-ups have even paid hefty sums to buy assassin training methods from my Fine Rain Building.”
“Which families?” Jun Changxiao said.
Li Luoqiu said, “For example, the He family of Zhengyang City, the Wang family of Qingyang City, the Bei family and Xiao family of Liyang City, Shouyang City…”
“Wait!”
Jun Changxiao interrupted. “You just said the Xiao family of Liyang City?”
“Correct.”
Li Luoqiu said, “It was even the Xiao family’s Grand Elder who personally bought it. He thought disguising himself would fool people, but I saw through him as soon as he entered.”