Jun Changxiao might not be a qualified sect master, but he was definitely a qualified persuader. After the fame-and-fortune-indifferent Master Fan, the strongest king Young Master Yuan also fell, successfully deceived by him.
The newly established Eternal Sect Prison F4 combination, having existed for only a few days, announced its dissolution. Now only the Chicken Soup for the Soul Zhao Doudou and the Iron-Willed Green Scarf Bro remained.
“Sigh.”
Looking at the two empty wooden beds, Zhao Doudou sighed and said, “My loneliness—who can understand it?”
Dai Lü clenched his fists, anger burning in his heart.
He’d thought those two could persevere with backbone like himself, but they surrendered without even two moves—truly disappointing to the extreme.
No matter! Doesn’t matter!
No matter how silver-tongued and eloquent that Jun Changxiao was, I, Dai Lü, will persevere as always and would rather die than submit!
At that moment, his shiny bald head was suddenly marked with an “Iron-Willed” special effect!
Of course.
Green Scarf Bro was thinking wishfully.
After persuading Young Master Yuan, Jun Changxiao didn’t even consider him at all. He planned to keep him locked up and let him fend for himself.
Mainly, Dog Leftover knew this kid’s backbone value reached one hundred percent. To subdue him required perfect timing, geography, and harmony—all three indispensable. He could only look for opportunities later.
Kid!
As long as you’re in the Eternal Sect’s prison, this one will eventually bend you to my will!
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Eternal Sect.
Before the main peak’s great hall.
Over seventy thousand disciples gathered on the training grounds. Elder Wei, Jiang Xie, and other sect upper echelon members all assembled.
“Everyone.”
Jun Changxiao walked out and said, “Please give warm applause to welcome our Eternal Sect’s Vice Sect Master, Yuan Feng!”
“Clap clap clap!”
“Clap clap clap!”
The disciples all applauded, brilliant smiles on their faces.
Old Lin was among them too.
After the Young Master agreed to join the Eternal Sect, he was also successfully recruited and appointed to an elder position.
Under everyone’s warm welcoming applause, Yuan Feng walked out wearing a school uniform tailored for him, his facial expression quite spectacular.
Yesterday, he’d asked Jun Changxiao what his main responsibilities would be as vice sect master. The result? The other party answered, “When there’s nothing to do, just support this one.”
Support the sect master?
Young Master Yuan stood there dumbfounded on the spot.
Damn it!
It was supposed to be Vice Sect Master—how did it become Support Sect Master!
And you’re not even an emperor, I’m not a eunuch—why would I need to specially support you when going out!
After the closed-door disciple He Wudi, the Eternal Sect now had a Support Sect Master.
Mainly, further assessment was still needed. Only if he met requirements would he be officially granted the vice sect master position.
“Sigh.”
Yuan Feng deeply sighed, having no choice but to accept this bizarre Support Sect Master position.
Of course, in terms of managing the sect, he was still quite capable. After officially becoming a member of the Eternal Sect, he began actively investigating—things like how many disciples the sect had, resource reserves, even who was responsible for sweeping the ground, who cleaned the latrines—he had to inquire clearly about everything.
Young Master Yuan’s arrival pleased Li Luoqiu the most.
Jiang Xie, Elder Wei, and the others all had their respective duties. Only she, capable and overworked, concurrently served as master of many halls, busy beyond measure every day. Now with a professional arriving to manage things, he could definitely help share much of the burden.
…
A few days later.
Having generally understood everything about the sect, Young Master Yuan came to the study and said, “Sect Master, I checked the sect’s recent consumption accounts and discovered the spending is absolutely insane!”
When managing as vice gate master of the Demon Emperor Gate, he was famously the Iron Abacus, extremely strict in controlling consumption. Even if upper echelon members bought shoes, it had to be recorded.
The Eternal Sect’s situation was different.
There was no dedicated accountant here. With feed shops spread across all provinces bringing in huge profits, consumption was often lavish and wasteful.
Fortunately, General Manager Li was meticulous and kept records. Otherwise, the Eternal Sect probably couldn’t even produce detailed account books.
Jun Changxiao said, “Our Eternal Sect has plenty of money. No need to be penny-pinching.”
“How can that be acceptable!”
Young Master Yuan took out a small abacus. His hands, more delicate than a woman’s, frantically worked it, saying, “The sect’s lavish spending loses at least several hundred thousand silver taels monthly in unnecessary expenses. Converting that to spirit stones would still be a considerable amount.”
Jun Changxiao thought silently, “This kid’s abacus skills are wicked fast.”
System: “…”
The person’s talking to you about sect business, but you’re focused on the abacus work—are you actually a sect master or not!
But really!
The abacus work was smooth!
Without having put in hard practice, one definitely couldn’t achieve such flowing movements!
“What’s your take?” Jun Changxiao asked.
Young Master Yuan said seriously, “Strictly control each hall’s monthly expenditures. Use money on the cutting edge, not squander it recklessly.”
“Good.”
Jun Changxiao said, “This matter is entrusted to you.”
Young Master Yuan added, “Also, regarding intermediate beast cores—such miraculous pills should be sold to obtain more profit for the sect, not given away for free entirely to the Spirit Beast Hall.”
In the Spirit Beast Hall, the Purple Scale Demon King’s brow furrowed. He thought silently, “An ill omen!”
“Also, Hall Master Zi.”
Young Master Yuan said, “He claims several dozen sets of sect uniforms monthly. Even changing once a day, he couldn’t go through them all. Is he eating them as food?”
“In Yuan’s view, this kind of behavior that pointlessly increases sect consumption must be punished to curb extravagant trends!”
“Indeed.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Hall Master Zi takes too many school uniforms.”
“After all, he’s a hall master with monthly Spirit Beast Hall allocations regulations. The clothing will be converted to beast cores and deducted accordingly.” Young Master Yuan said.
The Purple Scale Demon King became restless. At this moment, he felt a sense of “treacherous ministers plotting against the emperor.”
…
“What?”
“Deduct from my Spirit Beast Hall’s monthly beast core allocation?”
Inside the Spirit Beast Hall, the Purple Scale Demon King shot up with a “whoosh,” his eyes flashing with anger.
Young Master Yuan stood with hands behind his back and said, “Hall Master Zi takes quite a few sect uniforms monthly—those must be deducted from beast cores.”
“On what grounds!”
“On what grounds!”
The tone of this “grounds” was emphasized, spattering Young Master Yuan’s face with saliva droplets.
He raised his hand to wipe it away, expression unchanged as he said, “On the grounds that your Spirit Beast Hall’s monthly consumption is too high. Starting today, consumption must be strictly controlled to curb wasteful and extravagant behavior.”
“Boom!”
An explosive sound rang out.
Young Master Yuan stood there sweating profusely.
The Purple Scale Demon King’s fist stood beside his ear, having struck a large pillar. The clothes and pants he wore burst apart, and overwhelming demonic qi filled the hall.
“Kid, you want to die?”
“Gulp!”
Young Master Yuan swallowed saliva and forced himself to remain calm, saying, “The Sect Master granted me this authority. Yuan must be loyal to his duties!”
“Swish!”
The Purple Scale Demon King withdrew his fist and sat in the upper seat, huffing angrily, “This king won’t take clothing anymore in the future, but the beast cores owed—not one can be missing!”
Young Master Yuan hurriedly scurried away. Just after leaving the Spirit Beast Hall, he wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, puzzled in his heart, “When that guy struck out, why did he explode his clothes? Could he have an exhibitionist fetish?”
On the main peak.
Jun Changxiao fished by the pond, then withdrew his spiritual sense and smiled, “Daring to touch the tiger’s backside—this guy really is bold when handling matters.”
The system said, “This action will probably provoke the Purple Scale Demon King’s rebellious heart.”
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao cast his rod, pulling a fish from the water, and said, “So this is when it’s up to me, this sect master, to balance things.”
…
“Hall Master Zi.”
“Take these tens of thousands of beast cores.”
Inside the Spirit Beast Hall, Jun Changxiao secretly passed the pills to the Purple Scale Demon King.
The system collapsed, “This is your balancing method—secretly giving the Spirit Beast Hall pills off the books?”
“Then what else can be done?” Jun Changxiao said.
“…”
The system was utterly speechless.
Young Master Yuan was establishing the sect’s frugality culture, yet the host was secretly playing this trick. This was definitely a Strongest King leading a Bronze Noob!