“Young man, I can see your bones possess an extraordinary structure. You’re one in ten thousand—a martial arts prodigy! You should consider joining my Iron Bones Clanging Sect as a disciple. Your future achievements will surely be limitless.”

In the pleasant scenery of a mountain wilderness, Jun Changxiao said with a beaming smile to the martial artist before him. The curve of his lips, combined with his fair complexion, created an incredibly handsome impression.

It wasn’t just an impression—he truly was handsome.

If any woman saw him, she would surely scream in amazement and be completely charmed, swaying on her feet.

“Um…”

The martial artist with a green headband tied around his forehead spoke politely: “Sir, could you please move your foot first?”

When the view shifted downward, it turned out Jun Changxiao had one foot planted on the man’s face. The other half of his face, pressed against the grass, also bore a large footprint.

He’d been beaten up.

Judging from his prone position and the footprint remaining on his chest, he’d been beaten quite thoroughly.

Jun Changxiao withdrew his foot and said somewhat apologetically, “I saw you harassing my sect’s stunningly beautiful female disciple, and I couldn’t hold back for a moment. I’m truly very sorry.”

“…”

The green-headband martial artist was speechless.

He’d encountered a beautiful woman in the wilderness and merely approached to say a few words, only to be beaten up by someone calling himself the master of the Iron Bones Sect (abbreviated name). This was truly terrible luck.

“Friend,” Jun Changxiao said, “won’t you reconsider?”

The green-headband martial artist asked weakly, “May I say no?”

“Of course,” Jun Changxiao replied earnestly. “My Iron Bones Sect has always convinced others through virtue and never forces anyone against their will!”

“I apologize,” the green-robed martial artist said, enduring his pain to politely decline. “I’ve already joined the Spiritual Spring Sect and cannot become a disciple of your esteemed sect.”

He’d worked so hard to pass the Spiritual Spring Sect’s examination and become a probationary disciple—how could he possibly switch to another sect?

Moreover, the Iron Bones Sect? Just hearing that name, it was obviously one of the completely third-rate garbage sects on the Starfall Continent. Going there would just be a waste of time and life.

“Ah,” Jun Changxiao shook his head with considerable regret. “Friend, you have no connection with my Iron Bones Sect.”

“Qianqian,” he turned his head, “this fellow didn’t bully you just now, did he?”

On a boulder not far away sat a white-robed young woman. Her eyes were as clear as stream water, her skin like snow. Though only sixteen or seventeen years old, she already possessed all the essential qualities of a beauty.

If one had to mention a flaw, due to her age, the parts that should be perky hadn’t yet developed.

“Sect Master,” Lu Qianqian brushed her sleeve and said coolly, “He wanted to touch my hand just now.”

“Smack!”

Jun Changxiao lifted his foot and planted it on the green-robed martial artist’s face again, his gaze turning cold. “You must be tired of living.”

His expression had been gentle just moments before, then suddenly became filled with killing intent. His speed at changing faces was definitely faster than flipping through a book.

The green-headband martial artist hurriedly said, “Sir… I… I didn’t!”

He swore he’d only had a slight thought just now, but had been beaten up before even making a move. At most, this counted as an unsuccessful attempt at taking advantage!

Jun Changxiao said coldly, “Qianqian never lies. I trust her. Today I must teach you a proper lesson!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Gentle breezes blew over, brushing against the bruised and swollen face of the green-robed martial artist. He felt no comfort from it, because the beating had left his bones nearly falling apart.

“Damn it!”

Struggling to lift his head, watching the two gradually blurring figures recede, the green-headband martial artist clutched at the dirt and said hatefully, “I will definitely get revenge!”

—

Jun Changxiao.

Master of the Iron Bones Clanging Sect.

This Iron Bones Clanging Sect was quite extraordinary.

It had been established by a martial artist surnamed Wang. In his early years, he’d jumped from a cliff with iron bones and miraculously didn’t die. A passerby had given him a meal out of kindness. Later, he founded a school and established the Iron Bones Clanging Sect.

The sect’s guiding principle was: Be a person of iron bones and integrity, perform deeds of iron bones and integrity!

The first-generation sect master worked tirelessly, and within just over ten years of development, the sect made a name for itself in the martial world. The sect advanced from being unranked to becoming a ninth-rate sect in one leap, becoming the most dazzling presence in Qingyang Village!

However, the heavens are unpredictable.

The first-generation sect master went to a brothel in town to have fun, got into a conflict with someone, was arrested by the authorities, and when his jailbreak attempt failed, was sentenced to execution.

The entire sect immediately became leaderless and began its decline from that point.

There’s no such thing as permanence in this world. Even a ninth-rate sect as mighty as the Iron Bones Sect was but a flash in the pan.

Whenever the village storyteller mentioned the Iron Bones Sect and Sect Master Wang who failed to escape prison and was beheaded, everyone would sigh toward the heavens. The children sitting on benches listening to stories would shed tears.

Though the Iron Bones Sect had declined, it still existed!

After three disciples sat together and happily ate a farewell meal, one person chose to remain, dwelling alone in the sect day and night, never leaving, never abandoning it.

Who was this person?

The second-generation sect master, Jun Changxiao!

Or more precisely, the former Jun Changxiao.

Because one month ago on a dark night, when he got up to go to the outhouse, just as he walked out of the main hall, he was struck on the forehead by the falling plaque inscribed with “Iron Bones Clanging Sect” and departed this life with a single cry.

What a coincidence—Jun Changxiao from Earth had transmigrated to this world and successfully occupied the body that still held residual warmth.

“I… transmigrated?”

Realizing he hadn’t died, Jun Changxiao was first stunned for a while, then accepted the original owner’s memories and finally understood—he’d been fortunate enough to become one among the countless transmigrators!

Excellent, excellent!

Peerless cultivation techniques, divine secret arts, various systems—let them all appear!

Since I, Jun Changxiao, have arrived here, I must be like my fellow transmigrators—dominate this other world, utterly defeat all kinds of geniuses, and become the supreme Divine Venerable Emperor King Demon Saint Immortal!

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. After trampling countless ants to death and crushing countless fleas, he finally triggered the system.

“Ding!”

“Strongest Sect System starting up…”

“Ding!”

“Strongest Sect System successfully started. Beginning to load data panel for the host…”

“Whoosh!”

After the mechanical voice finished echoing in his ears, rows upon rows of data immediately appeared in Jun Changxiao’s field of vision.

Sect Name: Iron Bones Clanging Sect.

Sect Master: Jun Changxiao.

Sect Rank: Ninth-rate.

Sect Construction: Level 1.

Sect Members: 1/100.

Sect Contribution Value: 0/100.

Sect Main Quest: Within 100 years, make the Iron Bones Clanging Sect the strongest sect on the Starfall Continent with 100,000 disciples. If unable to complete this, when time runs out, the host will immediately have their soul scattered and obliterated! [PS: The Starfall Continent is abundant in spiritual energy; ordinary people have lifespans of 200-300 years.]

After seeing what was written in the main quest, Jun Changxiao felt a chill run through the soles of his feet that traveled straight up both legs to his spine.

Carefully reviewing the original owner’s memories, learning that he was the only one in the Iron Bones Clanging Sect, which was also the lowest-ranked type of sect, he walked to the kitchen, picked up a cleaver and held it to his throat. After hesitating for a long while, he still put the cleaver down and didn’t carry out such an iron-bones-and-integrity deed.

A ninth-rate sect.

A sect with only himself!

Within a hundred years, become the strongest sect on the continent and recruit 100,000 disciples?

Was heaven playing a joke on him, or was the system playing a joke on him?

“Ding!”

In his despair, a mechanical voice sounded in his ears: “Congratulations to the host for activating the system. You have been gifted one spatial ring!”

“Spatial ring?”

Jun Changxiao discovered an exquisite jade bracelet had appeared out of nowhere on his right wrist, with four small characters “Spatial Ring” carved on it. The corner of his mouth twitched as he said, “This is the first time I’ve seen such an oversized ring!”