Although the Iron Bones Clanging Sect was only a ninth-rate sect with only two people, Jun Changxiao was after all the sect master. If his disciple dared to lecture him to his face, what dignity as sect master would remain?
No way, absolutely not.
He had to establish his dignity and make this woman understand that he was the Iron Bones Clanging Sect Master and her direct superior!
“Ahem.”
Jun Changxiao cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and said solemnly: “Qianqian, what you said just now was correct—we cannot show mercy to enemies.”
“But remember this.”
“We martial practitioners cultivate the Way, cultivate the heart.”
“If we bully others relying on our power and oppress the weak relying on our strength, we’re no different from local thugs and bullies.”
“Moreover.”
“Those few garbage disciples pose absolutely no threat to me whatsoever. If I killed them, it would certainly damage the sect’s prestige.”
“Ding!”
“Congratulations to the host for completing the side quest. You have obtained 1 Sect Contribution Value point!”
“Ding!”
“Sect Contribution Value: 5/100.”
It’s completed already?
Jun Changxiao looked completely baffled.
He thought he had to convince Lu Qianqian completely before it counted as success.
Actually, this side quest had no hard requirements. As long as Jun Changxiao made his position clear and displayed the dignity befitting a sect master, it was considered complete.
Whether or not Lu Qianqian listened was her own business.
From the way she looked at Jun Changxiao, as if looking at an idiot, it was clear this woman hadn’t listened at all.
“I understand.”
Lu Qianqian said: “Killing this garbage would insult the sect master’s prestige, so let the disciple carry it out on your behalf.”
“Clang!”
Her sword left its sheath, and cold energy spread.
Jun Changxiao said in despair: “Qianqian, why can’t you understand? What I meant was…”
“Hey, hey, don’t go!”
“Lu Qianqian, you’re a woman! Women should act like women, not just know killing and fighting!”
Lu Qianqian stopped, her beautiful eyes radiating cold intent: “Who says women can’t kill and fight?”
She was very beautiful.
From Jun Changxiao’s current angle, there were no flaws whatsoever.
But the coldness and killing intent flashing in her eyes made his heart shudder, thinking to himself: “This is definitely a woman with a story!”
Regarding Lu Qianqian’s identity and origins after joining the Iron Bones Clanging Sect, Jun Changxiao knew absolutely nothing.
He’d once thought about finding an opportunity to ask, but after brief contact, discovering that she was cold as ice all day long, he dismissed the idea.
Women with icy personalities weren’t easy to get along with—better to provoke her as little as possible!
“Qianqian.”
Jun Changxiao smiled: “Put your sword away first.”
“Clang!”
Lu Qianqian sheathed her sword and said coolly: “You’re the sect master, I obey your orders, but remember—don’t show any contempt toward women.”
Contempt?
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
Not letting you kill and fight is because I’m worried you’ll encounter danger!
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Jun Changxiao felt he had very little dignity as a sect master, because he didn’t see the slightest bit of respect or reverence in his only female disciple’s eyes.
How could he make her respect him?
Jun Changxiao thought about it the entire way but couldn’t come up with any good method. He simply stopped thinking about it and pulled up the attribute panel. Looking at the 5 Contribution Value points, he thought: “Can I exchange for something in the shop?”
He skipped the Newbie Shop and directly opened the Low-Tier Shop. A dazzling array of items appeared before his eyes.
Talisman of Fireball—Requires 10 Contribution Value points!
Talisman of Ice Spike—Requires 10 Contribution Value points!
Basic Grade Cold Edge Sword—Requires 10 Contribution Value points!
Nine Layers Collapsing Fist—Requires 10 Contribution Value points!
“…”
With only 5 Contribution Value points, Jun Changxiao swept through the items that all required 10 Contribution Value points to exchange, and his heart immediately grew cold and gray.
Nothing cheaper?
Nothing that could be exchanged for 1 Contribution Value point?
There was!
Jun Changxiao continued looking and discovered in the very last slot an item that only required 1 Contribution Value point to exchange, called—Basic Grade Healing Pill!
He wasn’t even injured—what use would exchanging for this thing be?
“Bah, bah, bah.”
“Even if it’s free, I can’t exchange for it.”
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Aside from the Basic Grade Healing Pill, all the items in the Low-Tier Shop required 10 Contribution Value points, which left Jun Changxiao with no choice but to put it away.
Sigh.
He could only go to Qingyang City to recruit disciples and increase his Contribution Value.
“Hmm.”
Lu Qianqian, who had been walking ahead, stopped. Her jade-like hand lightly rested on her sword hilt, and her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly: “There’s someone.”
“Someone?”
Jun Changxiao hurriedly looked over. He discovered this place was an official road. Aside from trees and mountain rocks on both sides, there wasn’t even a human shadow.
He didn’t think Lu Qianqian would joke with him, so he asked: “Where is the person?”
Lu Qianqian didn’t speak, continuing to focus on the roadside shrubbery.
Jun Changxiao followed her line of sight and saw the bushes trembling slightly, as if something was inside. He said warily: “Could it be a fierce beast?”
On the Starfall Continent, there weren’t just humans but also fierce beasts. Although they didn’t cultivate martial arts, their power was extremely formidable.
For example, on the way here, Jun Changxiao had encountered a fierce beast comparable to a Wutu in a sparsely populated mountain forest.
That physique, that strength—pulverizing mountain rocks and large trees with one punch was like child’s play!
After witnessing the formidable nature of fierce beasts in this other world, Sect Master Jun decisively chose to take a detour, calling it—the mountain forest ahead is covered in feces and urine, unsuitable for travel.
“Not a fierce beast.”
Lu Qianqian said: “It’s a person.”
“A person?”
Jun Changxiao immediately let out a sigh of relief.
As long as it wasn’t a fierce beast that could shatter mountains and smash trees, there was nothing to worry about.
Sect Master Jun swaggered over. When he pushed aside the shrubs, he saw a martial artist covered in blood lying on the ground.
Not only was it a person—it was a severely injured person!
Lu Qianqian also walked over: “The injuries are very severe.”
As she spoke, she released her hand from the sword hilt, looked up at the sky, and said: “It’s getting dark. We should hurry on our way.”
Jun Changxiao blurted out: “We’re not saving him?”
Lu Qianqian looked at him with the gaze one would use on an idiot: “You’re actually planning to save him?”
Jun Changxiao said: “Saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.”
Lu Qianqian said coolly: “Who knows if he’s being pursued by enemies? If you save him, you might bring great trouble to yourself and the sect.”
Even though he’d transmigrated here, Jun Changxiao understood this reasoning.
He squatted down and lifted half of the injured person’s blood-stained clothes: “Do you think the injuries on his back were caused by people?”
Lu Qianqian shook her head: “Those are claw marks.”
Jun Changxiao said: “So what injured him was a fierce beast, not enemies.”
Lu Qianqian agreed, saying coolly: “This person is severely injured and could die at any moment. You don’t know medicine—how will you save him?”
“Although I don’t know medicine…”
Jun Changxiao gently spread open his palm and smiled: “I have healing pills.”
Lu Qianqian glanced at the pill the size of a peanut in his palm and said coolly: “Judging from the color of this pill, it’s nothing more than an ordinary wound medicine. How could it possibly cure a severely injured person?”
“Whether it works or not, we’ll know after trying.”
Jun Changxiao turned the injured person over, pried open his mouth, tossed the pill in, and used a bit of spiritual energy to push it into his body.
Lu Qianqian said nothing.
This person not only had external injuries but internal injuries as well. An ordinary healing pill couldn’t possibly cure him.
“Cough, cough!”
Suddenly, the injured person who had fallen into unconsciousness coughed twice. His tightly closed eyelids fluttered slightly a few times, then arduously opened.
He woke up?
Surprise floated up in Lu Qianqian’s beautiful eyes.
Jun Changxiao grinned: “The effect of my healing pill looks pretty good after all.”
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