After Yao Mengying awakened her Innate Demonic Body, she fell into a coma for some time and had many bizarre and fantastical dreams.

The dream that left the deepest impression on her was one where many people came to the Tiegu Sect, saying she was a remnant of the demonic path, a disaster star, an ominous person.

Yao Mengying was terrified. She hid behind the Sect Leader, her hands trembling violently.

Her senior brothers and sisters stood protectively in front of her. Even though those invading villains were powerful, they showed no fear whatsoever.

“Mengying.”

The Sect Leader, with his back to her, said: “Don’t be afraid. This Seat and your senior brothers are all here.”

In Yao Mengying’s dream, Sect Leader Jun was still so flamboyant!

These words also possessed a magical quality, allowing the frightened Yao Mengying to gradually calm down.

Later.

The dream shifted, and many of her senior brothers lay in pools of blood.

Although she didn’t witness the process, she could guess that they must have fought those villains!

Yao Mengying struggled to raise her head and discovered that the Sect Leader was also injured, covered in blood, but still standing resolutely before her.

At that moment.

Her heart ached terribly, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

“Jun Changxiao!”

On the opposite side, an elderly man with a profound aura said in a heavy voice: “Hand over the demonic remnant behind you, and we can still spare the Tiegu Sect.”

Jun Changxiao’s gaze became incomparably cold and severe as he said: “This Seat will say it again—once a Tiegu Sect disciple, always a Tiegu Sect disciple. No one can harm her!”

Though it was just a dream, the Sect Leader’s words were deeply engraved in Yao Mengying’s heart.

Even after waking up, she never forgot them.

It must be said that with our Sect Leader Jun’s personality, if someone really came to kill his disciples, even if it meant fighting until gravely wounded beyond recovery, he would resist to the very end—that was entirely possible.

Fortunately.

This was just a dream.

Jun Changxiao rubbed Yao Mengying’s little head and smiled: “Little girl, don’t overthink it. In a bit, I’ll have Liu Wanshi make you something delicious to eat.”

He got up and left.

Returning to the main hall, he summoned Jiang Xie and the others, saying: “Regarding Yao Mengying’s Innate Demonic Body, no one is permitted to spread this information outside.”

“Yes.”

The disciples received their orders.

Li Luoqiu said: “Sect Leader, on this trip to Miaohua Palace, did you gain anything?”

“Palace Master Xi will bring people over soon.”

“Tsk tsk.”

Li Luoqiu laughed: “The Sect Leader’s charisma is truly great—even a fourth-rate sect can be invited.”

Jun Changxiao said: “If this Seat’s charisma were small, how could I have made Hall Master Li willingly join?”

“By the way.”

He returned to the main topic: “What has Zhenyang Commandery been up to recently?”

Discussing business matters, Li Luoqiu became serious: “Zhenyang Commandery has recently been mobilizing troops. It seems they’re planning to attack other commanderies.”

Jun Changxiao leaned back in his chair: “They just conquered Huayang Commandery and Heyang Commandery, and now they’re making new moves. This Zhenyang Commandery is truly restless.”

Xue Rengui said: “From their offensive routes, it appears they want to take all the commanderies in the southwestern region and establish an even larger commandery.”

“The other major commanderies are just sitting there, not taking action, allowing Zhenyang Commandery to expand its territory?” Jun Changxiao asked.

Xue Rengui said: “Zhenyang Commandery has already seized control of several strategic military positions on the borders. Even if other commanderies have objections, it’s difficult for them to pose any substantial threat.”

Jun Changxiao rubbed his temples: “This is truly a major headache. If we don’t resolve it soon, we won’t be able to sleep or eat in peace.”

“Go.”

“Summon Ziyang.”

Before long, Long Ziyang entered the main hall. When he learned that the Sect Leader wanted to go to Longyang City to seek aid, he shook his head: “Sect Leader, Longyang City is just a city. It won’t participate in secular warfare.”

“Not even if we pay?”

“No.”

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

Forget it, forget it.

Take it one step at a time.

……

Jun Changxiao set aside all his worries and focused his mind on cultivation.

Yao Mengying, who had awakened her Innate Demonic Body, also began comprehending the Yijin Jing.

Her senior brothers did everything possible to guide her in martial arts, helping her more quickly grasp this body-strengthening mental cultivation method.

As for demonic martial arts—if she could cultivate them, fine; if not, don’t force it.

As long as a disciple’s heart remained with the sect, as long as they didn’t commit utterly heinous acts, Jun Changxiao wouldn’t care whether they cultivated demonic or righteous paths.

Jiang Xie had cultivated demonic martial arts, so he could also guide Yao Mengying.

In summary.

This little loli who had awakened the Innate Demonic Body was pampered like a pearl in the palm within the Tiegu Sect.

In contrast, their pitiable last disciple He Wudi was completely unloved by grandmother and uncared for by grandfather. He cultivated entirely on his own and was occasionally greeted by joyful football kicks.

However.

This guy’s natural talent was truly strong.

On his fourth restart of cultivation, he broke through to Wutu in just a few days—each time faster than the last.

After comprehending the Yijin Jing, He Wudi began cultivating the Tiegu Sect’s various martial techniques, secretly marveling: “These martial techniques look quite ordinary, but each has extraordinary aspects. Truly worthy of being the birthplace of the Seven Profound Saint Sovereign!”

Ye Xingchen consistently believed that Jun Changxiao came from the Upper Realm.

He Wudi was convinced that the Tiegu Sect was connected to the Seven Profound Saint Sovereign.

……

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and the other inner sect disciples, relying on large quantities of spirit stones and Spirit Gathering Formations, all advanced from first-rank Wuzong to fourth-rank—their progress was remarkably significant.

The outer sect disciples at the Wushi level progressed even more rapidly.

For example, Li Shangtian, Sima Zhongda, and others.

Although their natural talent wasn’t high, by relying on abundant resources, they were forcibly pushed to peak Wushi.

Because they had adapted to the third floor of the Training Tower and continuously tempered the spiritual energy in their dantians, breaking through to Wuzong would be simpler than it had been for Li Qingyang and the others.

Those who plant trees benefit those who come after.

The Tiegu Sect’s various measures were gradually being perfected. Disciples who entered later would definitely cultivate faster than those who entered earlier.

During this half month, He Wudi also began entering the Body Shaping Room to refine his physical body.

The first time, he was tormented for several hours and sat on the steps in utter despair. But by the second day, when his entire body felt refreshed and comfortable, he tirelessly began his journey of self-torture.

As for the other last disciple, Tao Yuan, he had also integrated into the Tiegu Sect. Apart from cultivation, he spent his days discussing military tactics with Xue Rengui and was deeply impressed.

“Hall Master Xue.”

He cupped his fists: “If you commanded a legion, in this southwestern Yangzhou, no one would be your match!”

……

The disciples had all made progress, but Sect Leader Jun furrowed his brow.

Because over the past half month, he too had been cultivating and had consumed plenty of spirit stones and pills, yet his realm hadn’t seen much breakthrough.

The System said: “Host is a Sword-Martial Dual King with two spirit cores in your dantian. Realm advancement is several times more difficult than for normal Wuwangs.”

“Damn it.”

Jun Changxiao said helplessly: “This is a double-edged sword!”

“Sect Leader!”

Li Qingyang hurried over to report: “The Palace Master of Miaohua Palace has arrived with her disciples!”

“Is that so?”

Jun Changxiao personally went out to welcome them.

When he was about to enthusiastically shake hands with Xi Jingxuan to show friendliness, he saw the icy faces of Changsun Fanghua and Leng Xingyue and dismissed the thought, smiling instead: “Palace Master Xi, please come inside.”

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