With his sect weak as hell, Jun Changxiao had set himself a policy—develop quietly, don’t cause trouble.

After arriving in Qingyang City, he hadn’t caused any trouble, but trouble came looking for him on its own.

Especially after hearing the disciples from two eighth-rate sects speak so rudely, Jun Changxiao couldn’t bear it anymore and launched into a verbal attack.

“Oh my god!”

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple was immediately displeased: “Dare to tell my Tiger Roar Sect to get lost? Are you tired of living?”

“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

Several resting Tiger Roar Sect disciples rushed out from their own booth.

The people from Greatsword Gate also came out.

These sect disciples not only had strength at the fourth or fifth stage of Meridian Opening, they were all muscle-bound.

Our great Sect Leader Jun had a slender build. Surrounded by them with their fierce glares and angry looks, he appeared quite frail and quite easy to defeat with a single blow.

“What’s going on?”

“Are Tiger Roar Sect and Greatsword Gate going to fight?”

Martial artists from nearby sects crowded around.

Only when they saw Jun Changxiao did they realize it wasn’t sects brawling with each other—they were targeting the same person.

“Eh?”

Someone said in surprise: “Isn’t that the guy who claimed at the city gates to be the second-generation sect leader of the Iron Bone Sect?”

The disciples from Greatsword Gate and Tiger Roar Sect froze: “This guy is the Iron Bone Sect leader?”

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Jun Changxiao wanted nothing more than to shout loudly—I’m the fucking sect leader, is there a fucking problem with that!

There was a problem.

His strength was too weak, he was too green.

At most, he looked like a junior disciple who’d just entered the sect.

The Greatsword Gate steward cupped his hands, saying mockingly: “So you’re the second-generation sect leader of the Iron Bone Sect. My respects, my respects.”

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple grinned: “To carelessly offend a sect leader—how terrifying, how terrifying.”

The tense atmosphere weakened considerably under their teasing and sarcasm.

Actually, even if you gave them ten times the courage, they wouldn’t dare make a move in Qingyang City. After all, the City Lord had clear regulations prohibiting private brawling.

Jun Changxiao said calmly: “All of you surrounding my sect’s booth—are you going to let us recruit disciples or not?”

“Puhaha!”

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple laughed: “A sect that lost Sect Leader Wang still wants to recruit disciples? What a huge joke!”

“Can’t say it that way.”

The Greatsword Gate steward said while holding back laughter: “Perhaps there’ll be some blind youth who’ll join the Iron Bone Integrity Sect.”

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple looked around at everyone, the mockery at the corners of his mouth growing thicker: “These days, lame youths are easy to find, but blind youths aren’t so easy to find!”

The two sang in harmony, making the onlooking crowd laugh.

The Iron Bone Sect’s prestige had plummeted after Sect Leader Wang’s incident. Anyone who joined such a sect would absolutely be blind.

“Sigh.”

Jun Changxiao let out a sigh.

Surrounded by numerous muscular men, he returned to his own booth.

Lu Qianqian said in a low voice: “Sect Leader, do you want me to dig a crack in the ground for you to crawl into?”

Jun Changxiao, who had been fine until then, rolled his eyes upon hearing these words.

…

Because they were in Qingyang City, the two eighth-rate sects didn’t dare to actually move against the Iron Bone Sect leader. After mocking and ridiculing him, they let him keep his booth sandwiched between theirs.

The onlooking crowd also dispersed, but returning to their respective booths, they all discussed the Iron Bone Sect, their words full of contempt and disdain.

Jun Changxiao acted as if he hadn’t heard, reclining in a chair and dozing off.

“Sect Leader.”

Lu Qianqian said: “Your heart is truly broad and tolerant.”

Jun Changxiao said: “In this life, one should have a broad and tolerant heart. If you think too much and care too much, living becomes very tiring.”

Lu Qianqian thought this made sense, but… she asked: “When the Hundred Sects Recruitment begins, how confident are you that we can recruit disciples?”

Jun Changxiao smiled confidently: “Absolutely certain.”

“Tch.”

Because the booths were close together, the people from Greatsword Gate and Tiger Roar Sect heard this and sneered dismissively one after another.

This Iron Bone Sect leader—his cultivation wasn’t high, his age wasn’t great, but he sure could talk big.

“Steward Sun.”

A Tiger Roar Sect disciple came out and shouted loudly: “We’re just sitting here idle anyway—how about we make a bet?”

“Oh?”

The Greatsword Gate steward smiled: “Bet on what?”

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple looked intentionally or unintentionally toward the Iron Bone Sect booth: “We’ll bet on how many people will come to consult this trash sect when the Hundred Sects Recruitment begins.”

Trash sect obviously referred to the Iron Bone Integrity Sect.

“That’s quite interesting.”

The Greatsword Gate steward smiled: “Might as well make a bet.”

The Tiger Roar Sect disciple said loudly: “I bet that on the day recruitment starts, no one will come to consult. One tael wager!”

The Greatsword Gate steward smiled: “After all, it’s still one of the hundred sects. No matter how trashy, there should be some blind youth who comes to consult. I bet one person will consult on recruitment day. One tael wager!”

One tael wasn’t much of a wager.

The two’s real intention wasn’t the bet anyway—it was mainly to ridicule the Iron Bone Sect.

No helping it.

Who told Jun Changxiao to set up his booth between two eighth-rate sects? You could freeload their glory, but you definitely had to pay a price.

Probably also bored out of their minds, after hearing Greatsword Gate and Tiger Roar Sect’s wager, martial artists from various sects began discussing.

“Given the Iron Bone Sect’s current situation, when recruitment starts, there’ll definitely be no interest.”

“What’s more, it’s spreading all over the city. How could youths with aspirations join such a trash sect?”

“Speaking of which, it’s strange. That pretty girl—why does she keep standing inside the Iron Bone Sect booth? Could she be a disciple?”

“No way. Such a trashy sect could recruit such a beautiful female disciple?”

As the martial artists from various sects chatted, their gazes settled on Lu Qianqian.

Had to say.

Wherever a beauty went, she was a dazzling sight.

“Qianqian.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Come, massage my shoulders for this lord.”

Lu Qianqian’s willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed.

Jun Changxiao lowered his voice: “So many people watching—give your sect leader some face.”

“…”

Lu Qianqian walked over, gently raising her hand, rhythmically pounding away with “thump thump thump.”

The force control was no different from pounding a sandbag. Although Sect Leader Jun was in great pain, although he was breaking down inside, in front of everyone he put on an appearance of greatly enjoying it.

“Holy crap!”

“Really is an Iron Bone Sect disciple!”

“Where is heaven’s justice!”

Seeing Lu Qianqian massaging Jun Changxiao’s shoulders, the martial artists from various sects had not only surprise in their eyes but also deep envy.

…

Three days later.

The Hundred Sects Recruitment began.

Jun Changxiao sat in his chair with drooping shoulders, quietly waiting for young men and women to flood into the martial arts field.

Lu Qianqian said: “Sect Leader, need a shoulder massage?”

“No, no, no!”

Jun Changxiao said urgently: “I still want to live a couple more years!”

Because recruitment was starting, each sect was busy with preparations, and no one bothered to mock the Iron Bone Sect anymore.

During these days of waiting, Jun Changxiao had learned quite a bit of information from various sects’ conversations—things like which village or which township had youths with decent aptitude coming to participate in recruitment.

Although young men and women could freely choose which sect to join, the sects likewise needed to verify their aptitude to determine if they were qualified enough.

For instance, higher-level eighth-rate sects had certain aptitude requirements for recruiting disciples, while ninth-rate sects were more casual—as long as you had even a little bit of aptitude, you could enter.

“In this Hundred Sects Recruitment, the hot prospect all sects are competing to recruit is Li Qingyang from the main line of Qingyang City’s Li Family.”

“It’s said that at the age of fifteen, this young man was verified to have superior-grade spiritual roots. If we could bring such a genius into our sect, there would definitely only be benefits, no drawbacks.”

As Jun Changxiao muttered to himself, he suddenly noticed the surroundings had gone quiet. He instinctively looked up to see the disciples from both eighth-rate sects staring at him in astonishment.

“Puhaha!”

“Li Qingyang is a once-in-a-century genius of Qingyang City. Many major sects are fighting over him, and this guy is actually thinking about recruiting him—there’s definitely something wrong with his brain!”

“Ah, youth is great—you dare to dream about anything!”

Everyone burst into roaring laughter.

Jun Changxiao was speechless. So apparently, casually saying one sentence would be magnified by them. Could it be that after transmigrating, all his attribute points were added to aggro value?

“Sect Leader.”

Lu Qianqian said in a low voice: “Stop daydreaming.”

These words stabbed into Jun Changxiao’s heart like a knife. He slumped in his chair, inwardly howling: “Can I even continue being sect leader or not!”