“Have you heard? The Iron Bone Sect—whose sect leader was arrested by the authorities for visiting pleasure houses and beheaded after a failed prison escape—is participating in this year’s Hundred Sects Recruitment!”

“No way? That sect still exists?”

“Some young guy with something wrong in his head calls himself the second-generation sect leader of the Iron Bone Sect. I’d estimate his cultivation realm is at most two or three stages of Meridian Opening.”

“If someone at the second stage of Meridian Opening has the face to inherit the sect leader position, then those of us at the third or fourth stage could occupy a mountain and establish our own sects, couldn’t we?”

Jun Changxiao standing before the city gates, striking a dramatic pose and speaking such pretentious words, immediately sparked heated discussion in Qingyang City.

Of course, it was only discussed as a laughingstock.

In the past, under Sect Leader Wang’s development, the Iron Bone Integrity Sect still had some prestige. Now that he was gone, the tea had also gone cold—it was already pretty good that people still remembered them.

Walking on the streets of Qingyang City, hearing their discussions, seeing the contemptuous gazes cast his way, Jun Changxiao was deeply saddened.

Although he was a sect leader, his treatment was completely no different from those protagonists who transmigrated into trash bodies and suffered cold mockery and scorn from everyone.

Wait, no, that’s not right.

At least those people, after transmigrating, activated their golden fingers and from then on walked the peak path of crushing geniuses, trampling gods and demons, and marrying beautiful rich ladies.

What about him?

Although he had a system, the damn thing had a bomb attached to it, as if fearing that when the time came, his death wouldn’t be miserable enough or creative enough.

Lu Qianqian said: “Sect Leader, do you want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into right now?”

This woman.

Couldn’t she comfort this lord’s wounded heart a little?

“Whew!”

Jun Changxiao let out a long breath and smiled: “Don’t worry. This lord has experienced all kinds of great storms and waves—how could I care about others gossiping behind my back?”

“Great storms and waves?”

Lu Qianqian said in a low voice: “You probably haven’t even left Qingyang Village since childhood, have you?”

Hehe.

This old man died once—isn’t that storm and wave enough?

Jun Changxiao couldn’t be bothered with this cold, sharp-tongued woman. He strode toward the west side of the city where the Hundred Sects Recruitment was being held.

On the way.

Many people pointed and gestured behind his back.

Ignoring their discussions, Jun Changxiao held his head high and chest out, striding forward with great strides.

This guy had one advantage.

As a transmigrator, he had an extraordinarily thick face.

If it were the original Jun Changxiao, or any martial artist who cared about their dignity, being laughed at so brazenly by others would definitely make them angry enough to spit blood on the spot.

Lu Qianqian followed behind, watching the sect leader face the passersby’s mockery with such ease and calm, thinking to herself: “He can actually endure this?”

Even if he couldn’t endure it, he had to.

Because in Jun Changxiao’s view, only with strength could he make them shut their mocking mouths.

Just wait!

Sooner or later, I’ll make you all have nothing but worship and awe in your eyes when you speak of the Iron Bone Integrity Sect!

The main quest given by the system meant Jun Changxiao had no choice but to complete it. After experiencing the passersby’s mockery, it became something he must complete!

Previously passive, now active—there was a fundamental difference.

…

Qingyang City was very large.

The west side of the city was also the location where the Hundred Sects Recruitment had been held historically, so the scale was quite substantial.

Jun Changxiao brought Lu Qianqian over and saw many temporary tents set up on the martial arts field, hanging banners with powerful, vigorous sect names.

Greatsword Gate!

Golden Dragon Gang!

Elite Mountain Stronghold!

Tiger Roar Sect…

Various sect names appeared before his eyes, giving a dazzling feeling.

Some young men and women who had arrived earlier, accompanied by parents or close friends, were inquiring in detail about each sect’s circumstances.

The general content was—

How is this sect?

How many members does it have?

What level are the martial techniques and cultivation methods?

If I cultivate here, how high a martial dao level can I achieve in the future?

After listening for a bit, Jun Changxiao shook his head and thought to himself: “What kind of Hundred Sects Recruitment is this? It’s simply a job fair!”

“Sect Leader.”

Lu Qianqian said in a low voice: “We need to find an empty space and set up a booth like them. Only then will we meet the recruitment requirements and attract others’ attention.”

Since they’d come, they should follow local customs.

Jun Changxiao looked around and pointed to an empty space in the distance: “That spot looks good.”

Lu Qianqian looked in that direction, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowing slightly: “On the left is Greatsword Gate, an eighth-rate sect, and on the right is Tiger Roar Sect, also eighth-rate. Are you sure you want to set up our booth between them?”

Jun Changxiao said: “Since both sects are eighth-rate, when recruitment starts they’ll definitely attract quite a bit of attention. If we’re sandwiched in the middle, we can at least draw some notice.”

Lu Qianqian thought for a moment: “That makes sense.”

“Let’s go.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Let’s set up the booth.”

Bringing Lu Qianqian to the gap between the two eighth-rate sects, he skillfully pulled out cloth strips and set up a simple small tent in no time.

For this kind of annually held Hundred Sects Recruitment, it was just a matter of setting up a place to keep out wind and rain. Only ostentatious sects with real strength would set up very luxurious booths.

Like Greatsword Gate on the left and Tiger Roar Sect on the right.

Both sects had some strength, and their booths were set up so luxuriously, so magnificently.

Sect Leader Jun’s shabby tent, compared to theirs, was instantly reduced to dust.

Of course.

This was exactly what he needed.

With two luxurious booths propping things up on the left and right, his own shabby little nest would instead be very easy to draw others’ attention.

Some people freeload food and drinks.

Jun Changxiao’s behavior was called freeloading glory—the glory kind of glory.

After Greatsword Gate’s manager finished talking with a young man, he saw that a tent had suddenly appeared next to them and shouted: “Which sect is so blind as to dare set up their booth in front of my Greatsword Gate?”

The people from Tiger Roar Sect also noticed.

A disciple rolled up his sleeves and walked out, looking fierce and menacing: “Damn it, daring to set up camp next to my Tiger Roar Sect—did they eat a bear’s heart and leopard’s gall?”

Just then, Jun Changxiao had just hung up the sect banner.

After seeing the five characters “Iron Bone Integrity Sect” written on it, deep contempt surfaced on both their faces.

“Ptui.”

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple spat and said: “A sect whose leader was arrested for visiting brothels sets up a booth next to my Tiger Roar Sect—it’s simply a great humiliation!”

“Hey, hey!”

The Greatsword Gate steward pointed at Jun Changxiao impatiently: “This is Greatsword Gate territory. Hurry up and get lost and set up somewhere else.”

Both sects didn’t take the Iron Bone Integrity Sect seriously at all. After all, it was only a ninth-rate sect, a whole tier lower than their own eighth-rate sects.

Lu Qianqian said coolly: “The venue for the Hundred Sects Recruitment has always been provided by the Qingyang City Lord. When did it become the territory of you small eighth-rate sects?”

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

Under her sharp tongue, even eighth-rate sects were merely “small.”

Their own sect was only ninth-rate—it must be even more unbearable to look at!

Hearing the words “small eighth-rate,” the Greatsword Gate steward burned with fury, yet was left speechless.

That’s right.

The venue was provided by the Qingyang City Lord.

Never mind eighth-rate sects—even seventh-rate sects wouldn’t dare claim it was their own territory.

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple was equally angry, because Lu Qianqian’s “small eighth-rate” included his own sect.

Jun Changxiao stepped forward to smooth things over: “The Hundred Sects Recruitment is about to begin. We’re all part of the hundred sects and should be harmonious. There’s no need to get so worked up.”

“If Sect Leader Wang were still here, this Li would consider the Iron Bone Integrity Sect as one of the hundred sects, but now…” The Greatsword Gate steward looked at him contemptuously: “You’re not even worth a fart!”

“Exactly.”

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple raised his eyebrows: “A sect whose disciples have all had their farewell dinner should have disbanded long ago. What are you doing coming to Qingyang City to join in the fun?”

Jun Changxiao’s expression changed again and again. He could endure the mockery of passersby—after all, common folk liked to follow the crowd—but he couldn’t endure being humiliated and ridiculed by two sects.

“You two.”

He rubbed his nose and smiled: “This lord is setting up our booth right here today. If you don’t like it, you can come bite me, or you can pack up your tents and roll away yourselves.”