“Ding!”
“Sect Members: 53/100!”
“Ding!”
“Sect Contribution Value: 60/100!”
Jun Changxiao stamped seal after seal in succession. Soon he had recruited fifty disciples, and the System notification sounds rang frequently in his ears—very pleasant, very comfortable!
Among these newly recruited members, ten had mid-grade spiritual roots, while the remaining forty were uniformly common-grade spiritual roots.
Martial artists from various sects watching from afar looked on with nothing but envy.
According to their knowledge, this Hundred Sects Recruitment session had only about ten-plus youths with mid-grade spiritual roots and fifty to sixty with common-grade spiritual roots—nearly all recruited by the Iron Bone Sect!
Alas.
Today was wasted effort. They could only wait for the next session.
The martial artists from various sects felt rather dejected, while Grand Sect Leader Jun continued stamping seals, recruiting disciples with low-grade spiritual root aptitude.
No choice.
To make up the quota of one hundred, he could only select the tallest among the short.
Besides, even if spiritual root talent was a bit lacking, they could still be cultivated through later training.
“Ding!”
“Ding!”
…
…
“Sect Members: 100/100!”
“Ding!”
“Sect Contribution Value: 107/100!”
“Ding!”
“Sect members are at maximum capacity. Host must upgrade sect construction to expand the limit before continuing to recruit disciples.”
“Warning! If you forcibly recruit disciples after reaching maximum capacity, you will suffer severe punishment!”
“Contribution value has overflowed. Host must spend it within 24 hours, otherwise the overflow will be automatically deducted.”
“Sect at maximum capacity, conditions met!”
“Ding!”
“System automatically activates Sect Achievement Value and Sect Tasks for host!”
Jun Changxiao started, hastily pulling up the data panel.
Sect Name: Iron Bone Clanking Sect.
Sect Leader: Jun Changxiao.
Sect Grade: Ninth-Rate.
Sect Construction: Level 1.
Sect Members: 100/100.
Sect Contribution Value: 107/100.
Sect Achievement Value: 0/100.
Sect Tasks: None currently.
Sect Main Quest: Within 100 years, make the Iron Bone Clanking Sect the strongest sect on the Xingyun Continent with 100,000 disciples. If unsuccessful, when time expires, host will immediately have soul scattered to oblivion!
“System!”
Jun Changxiao asked in confusion, “What the hell are Sect Achievement Value and Sect Tasks?”
The System said, “When disciples accept and complete Sect Tasks, they can obtain corresponding Sect Achievement Value.”
Jun Changxiao understood and said, “What’s the use of Achievement Value?”
The System explained, “When Achievement Value reaches maximum, sect construction can be upgraded.”
Jun Changxiao’s expression froze as he said, “Didn’t you say before that recruiting disciples would allow upgrading sect construction? How come there’s now a Sect Contribution Value!”
The System explained unhurriedly, “Recruiting disciples activates Sect Tasks. Completing Sect Tasks upgrades sect construction. These don’t contradict each other.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
He temporarily ignored the Sect Contribution Value and tasks, focusing his attention on the contribution value. The excess contribution value would be deducted in twenty-four hours—must spend it quickly!
Skillfully opening the Basic Shop, carefully browsing through item after item, Jun Changxiao finally selected a product called “Common-Grade Cold Edge Sword.”
“Ding!”
“Host spent 10 contribution points to obtain Common-Grade Cold Edge Sword ×1. It has been transferred to your spatial ring.”
“Ding!”
“Sect Contribution Value: 97/100.”
When Jun Changxiao closed the panel, he incidentally glanced at the Common-Grade Cold Edge Sword he had purchased and discovered a note above it reading: This month 4/5 purchases remaining.
Heaven-defying pills and talismans were limited to one purchase per month, but weapons could be bought five times.
Really a rip-off!
Jun Changxiao chose a sword because he had cultivated the Nine Layered Waves Sword. Although this sword technique itself was low-grade, the ninth form was quite powerful. Having a sword would at least allow him to defend himself.
“Whoosh!”
His consciousness merged with the spatial ring.
Jun Changxiao saw beside the time bomb, a sword floating there. The scabbard had two pearls embedded in it, flickering with faint blue light.
“Clap.”
Walking over, he grasped the Common-Grade Cold Edge Sword and immediately felt a cold aura seeping into his palm.
“Quite cool indeed.”
“Wonder what the quality is like.”
Jun Changxiao gripped the hilt and gently drew it. With a ringing “clang,” the three-foot-long sword emerged from its sheath.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Cold aura rushed toward his face, making one shiver involuntarily.
The Common-Grade Cold Edge Sword’s width and length were no different from ordinary swords, but the blade had faint cold energy swirling around it, giving a feeling that it was definitely no common item!
Although Jun Changxiao’s understanding of swords wasn’t deep, he still praised sincerely, “Good sword!”
“Sect Leader.”
Lu Qianqian said with a dark expression, “Who are you calling cheap?”
“Uh…”
Jun Changxiao hastily withdrew his consciousness and smiled, saying, “I was talking about myself.”
“…”
Li Qingyang and the others broke out in collective sweatdrops.
Calling himself cheap—our Sect Leader is a bit peculiar.
Lu Qianqian rolled her eyes at him and said indifferently, “Many people are still waiting. Hurry up and stamp the sect leader’s seal.”
“No need.”
Jun Changxiao said, “These members are just right. If I recruit too many disciples, this seat can’t support them all.”
The System had already warned that forcibly recruiting disciples after reaching maximum capacity would result in punishment. He didn’t dare act recklessly.
Moreover, the remaining young boys and girls all had low-grade spiritual roots and were only at the first stage of Meridian Opening. Even if recruited, they had no cultivation value.
“Qingyang.”
Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers, saying, “Pack up the stall, let’s go!”
“Ah? Not recruiting anymore?”
“Sect Leader Jun, please reconsider—I’d be fine even as a nominal disciple!”
“Even if it’s just doing odd jobs, I, Tie Aniu, am willing!”
Many youths pleaded.
Jun Changxiao said helplessly, “My Iron Bone Clanking Sect has limited space and cannot accommodate too many disciples. If you wish to join, after cultivating to the Wutu stage in the future, you can come to Qingyang Village.”
“Sigh.”
The young boys and girls dispersed in disappointment.
They knew that without excellent instructors to cultivate them, without resources and opportunities, relying on themselves to break through to Wutu would definitely be a distant prospect.
“Sect Leader.”
Li Qingyang said, “The stall is packed up. We can depart now.”
“Let’s go.”
Jun Changxiao swept his sleeves dramatically and departed with flair.
When he first came to Qingyang City, he had only one disciple and was poor as could be. Now departing with money, martial techniques, and disciples—absolutely a great harvest.
“Halt!”
However, before he could leave the martial arena, a cold shout came from behind.
“Hm?”
Jun Changxiao stopped and turned to look.
He saw a middle-aged man in blue robes approaching, surrounded by dozens of young disciples.
“It’s Elder Wei Yinu of the Lingquan Sect!”
“Look at his expression—it’s rather ugly. Could he be looking to cause trouble for the Iron Bone Sect?”
“Elder Wei has a violent temper. If anyone offends him or his sect’s disciples, he definitely won’t let it go!”
Martial artists from various sects discussed in low voices, their eyes revealing wariness.
Those closer by saw Wei Yinu approaching with his disciples and instinctively retreated several steps to make way for him.
Seeing this, Jun Changxiao thought to himself, “This fellow is merely from the ninth-rate Lingquan Sect. Why do so many eighth-rate sect martial artists fear him?”
The reason was simple.
Wei Yinu had four brothers in total, named respectively after joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
They had once been disciples of the fifth-rate sect Shengquan Sect. After completing their studies, they came down the mountain to establish the Lingquan Sect, with the eldest brother serving as Sect Master and the three brothers as elders.
The martial artists from various sects didn’t fear the Lingquan Sect—they feared the Shengquan Sect!