Hearing this, the children outside immediately felt the fear of being dominated by a stick and hurriedly dropped the small stones in their hands, fleeing in all directions.

Creak!

The broken door was pushed open, and the man walked out with a fierce and menacing expression, holding a stick in one hand and covering his forehead with the other. Discovering no one was outside, he said indifferently, “Hmph, next time don’t let this great master catch you.”

“Coo coo.”

Just as he was about to turn back and continue sleeping, a bird call came from the tree.

The man immediately stopped. His originally lazy eyes flashed with a strange luster, then he raised his hand and remotely grabbed the bird that had a letter tied to its leg.

He didn’t open the letter, as if he already knew its contents, saying indifferently, “Annihilating an Iron Bones Sect actually requires this king to take action?”

“Swish!”

He entered the broken house, then walked back out.

His ragged outfit was replaced with black practical combat attire, his hair still disheveled, his entire body exuding a lazy aura.

The man murmured, “Finish quickly and come back to sleep.”

“Swish!”

Executing his movement technique, he disappeared from the courtyard like a ghost, heading in the direction of Qingyang Commandery a thousand miles away.

This person was clearly a master, yet he lived in a broken house and didn’t even dodge when children threw small stones at him—this was quite incomprehensible.

Very normal.

On the Xingyun Continent, there were always some masters with eccentric temperaments, hiding either in the mountains and wilderness or in the marketplace, unknown to the world.

In ordinary people’s eyes, they seemed even more ordinary than themselves, but in fact possessed terrifying cultivation and could kill with a flick of their fingers.

This seemingly listless man was a Wuwang, and also the Jiang Xie that the grand hall master had mentioned.

He was a member of the Demonic Malice Sect, but not a disciple—it was somewhat like an employment relationship, so he didn’t stay at the Southwest Yang Province branch but lived in his own home.

Indeed.

He was a descendant of the Jiang family.

With both parents dead, they had only left him a dilapidated property.

In the eyes of Jiang Family Town residents, this was an idle good-for-nothing who lived off others, but in fact he was an evil sect master—killing people was like a daily routine to him.

Due to his personality, Jiang Xie didn’t like showing his face in public.

When he had no tasks, he would live in the broken house, even allowing children to bully him, behaving just like a normal person.

At the time, the grand hall master had asked him, “At the branch headquarters, there’s fine wine and delicacies, beautiful women to serve you—why live in Jiang Family Town, willing to live a beggar’s life?”

Jiang Xie said, “Because, that’s my home.”

No further explanation, just these simple words.

The grand hall master’s assessment was: this person is sick, and seriously so!

Of course.

When on a task, Jiang Xie seemed to transform from ordinary to a demon from hell—any prey he targeted would absolutely die without question.

The sects he had annihilated numbered at least a dozen or more.

Because he was a Wuwang and killed like hemp, the Demonic Malice Sect branch disciples gave Jiang Xie a nickname: Jiang the King of Hell.

Yet in Jiang Family Town, because he was idle and did nothing all day, the town residents gave him a nickname: Beggar Jiang.

King of Hell, Beggar.

Two titles, two extremes.

“Iron Bones Clanging Sect?”

Traveling at extreme speed, Jiang Xie murmured, “This seems to be a below-the-ranks sect, yet they could actually kill Hall Master Zhao—that’s truly unexpected.”

……

Iron Bones Sect.

After Jun Changxiao parted ways with City Lord Xie and the others, he brought Li Qingyang and the others back.

The disciples who had been eagerly waiting, upon learning they had won seventy-four matches, immediately erupted in excited cheers!

“Sect Leader.”

Li Luoqiu said, “I never dreamed that our Iron Bones Sect could win seventy-four matches without losing even one!”

Jun Changxiao smiled, saying, “There will be many more unexpected things in the future—no need to make a big fuss.”

“Then.”

Li Luoqiu said, “Should we celebrate tonight?”

“Of course.”

Having won a great victory, Sect Leader Jun definitely wanted to celebrate properly.

However.

Before that, he first withdrew the low-grade sect protection grand formation deployed in the sect, then began deploying the mid-grade sect protection grand formation.

“Buzz!”

Half an hour later, after consuming 10 contribution points, the brand new formation rapidly took shape, then became invisible.

Because its level was relatively high, it not only covered the inner and outer courtyards but also encompassed a large area of the back mountain.

The system said, “The mid-grade sect protection grand formation is far superior in level to the low-grade one. Withstanding bombardment from Wuwang and Wuhuang should be no problem.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Now I can relax!”

With such a powerful formation, he completely didn’t fear the Demonic Malice Sect coming to cause trouble.

After deploying the formation, Jun Changxiao opened the purchased goods column again and spent 200 contribution points to purchase 4 bottles of different levels of Aptitude Transformation Liquid.

At this point, he already had 40 bottles of Aptitude Transformation Liquid and began distributing them to the outer sect disciples who had participated in the Sacred Spring Sect battle.

Yang Yuhua and Ling Yuanxue obtained superior-grade Aptitude Transformation Liquid.

Li Shangtian, Sima Zhongda, and the others obtained mid-grade Aptitude Transformation Liquid.

Thus, in a short time.

The outer sect disciples who had participated in the competition, after taking the transformation liquid, all advanced their spirit root level by one tier.

Actually, with Jun Changxiao’s current contribution points, buying all superior-grade Aptitude Transformation Liquid could instantly create several dozen superior-grade spirit root disciples.

But he couldn’t spend recklessly.

After all, the mid-grade sect protection grand formation had to be kept active at all times to guard against the Demonic Malice Sect’s attack.

This thing consumed 10 points per day—over three months it could burn through 1000 points, so he had to keep enough contribution points in reserve.

After distributing to the outer sect disciples, Jun Changxiao called over Tian Qi and tossed him a bottle of supreme-grade Aptitude Transformation Liquid.

This type of transformation liquid—having completed tasks at Sacred Spring Sect, he had obtained two bottles, so naturally he couldn’t leave him out.

“Thank you, Sect Leader!”

Tian Qi took the transformation liquid back to his quarters, then tilted his head back and drank it. His spirit root advanced from superior-grade to supreme-grade, and his realm also stepped from fourth rank to fifth rank Wushi, on par with Li Qingyang and the others.

Thus far.

All Iron Bones Sect inner sect disciples had reached supreme-grade spirit roots, while among the outer sect disciples, there were also fourteen with superior-grade spirit roots.

Just counting the number of high-quality spirit roots, even fourth-rate sects might not compare—the only thing lacking was raising their cultivation levels!

“There’s still one bottle of supreme-grade Aptitude Transformation Liquid. Who should I give it to?”

Jun Changxiao murmured.

He now had two candidates.

One was Long Ziyang, the other was Song Xuanzhou—after all, both had started with superior-grade spirit root level.

“Forget it.”

Jun Changxiao said, “When we hold the sect grand competition, whoever wins first place and becomes an inner sect disciple can have it as a reward.”

Calculating the time, it was just over half a month until the first sect grand competition began.

Of course.

Jun Changxiao wouldn’t only let the outer sect disciple who won first place enter the inner sect—as long as they performed excellently enough, they could all enter the inner sect.

That being said, disciples like Yang Yuhua and Ling Yuanxue who had already advanced to Wushi all had great chances of becoming inner sect disciples.

“Should I establish core disciples?” Jun Changxiao said, stroking his chin.

The system said, “What the host should be considering now is establishing elder positions or more halls.”

Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes, saying, “I’d like to, but looking at the current situation, who in the sect can be qualified to serve as an elder or hall master?”

The system was silent for a moment, then said, “There really is no one qualified.”