The bosses from the three overseas prefectures were truly wealthy, spending money like it was water.

Mainly because the pills sold at Tang’s Pill Workshop were too excellent, especially that type of healing pill that rapidly restored injuries.

Inviting them early was the right decision because it would bring very considerable profits to Tiegu Town.

“It’s about time.”

Jun Changxiao reclined in his study chair with both feet propped on the desk, saying: “Just waiting for disciples to reach full capacity and upgrade to a first-rate sect, then hold the Martial Alliance Grand Assembly.”

“Right.”

“I still need to notify the Nine Great Martial Emperors.”

Others could choose not to come, but the nine strongest must come, because they represented Xingyun Continent’s peak power.

Jun Changxiao didn’t even rest. He urgently flew from the sect, then released his spiritual sense wildly, determining the Nine Great Martial Emperors’ locations in seclusion, then went to notify them one by one.

“Sect Master Jun, please rest assured.”

In a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, hiding in a secret chamber to cultivate, Spirit Emperor said: “When the time comes, Du will definitely participate.”

The other eight emperors, after receiving the news, also expressed they would participate and secretly thought: “My seclusion location is extremely hidden. How did he find it?”

With everything properly arranged, Jun Changxiao returned to the sect and saw Lu Qianqian teaching newly admitted female disciples. A gratified smile appeared on his face.

Actually, he had seen long ago that this woman had already considered the sect as home, but because of her personality, she always seemed out of place. This trip to Supreme Mystery Cave Dwelling could be considered a change from the inside out.

“Eldest Senior Sister, the person who just walked by was the Sect Master?”

“Mm.”

“Heavens, so handsome!”

“But why doesn’t he have hair?”

Jun Changxiao, who was walking to the great hall, nearly tumbled down from it. Then, furious, he traveled to the back mountain and entered the Space-Time Secret Realm without hesitation. When he emerged again, his hair reached his waist.

…

One month later.

Under the Ning brothers’ supervision, disciple recruitment began again.

Because they had vigorously promoted it externally before, the young men and women participating in the assessment were more numerous than ever. Among them was even Proud World Holy Sect’s young sect master, Ao Wushuang.

Of course.

After he left the sect, the young sect master status was gone. Now he was just an ordinary assessment candidate.

“Eternal Sect!”

After walking up the long stairway and stopping at the mountain gate, looking at the vermillion gate hanging with the plaque ‘Eternal Strongest Sect’, Ao Wushuang clenched his fists and said: “I’ve come! I will definitely pass the trial!”

“Young Master Ao Wushuang, correct?” Ning Duxing called him over and said: “Because of your special status, you need to undergo a special assessment arranged by the Sect Master. Please enter the Eternal Sect first.”

Special assessment?

Ao Wushuang’s brows furrowed slightly. He stood up and walked into the sect, proudly stopping on the training grounds.

Jun Changxiao at the front of the great hall casually rested both hands on the railing, looking completely improper as he smiled: “You’re here?”

“Sect Master Jun!”

Ao Wushuang thrust out his chest and said: “Please begin the assessment!”

On the Dragon-Tiger Supremacy competition grounds, being brutally beaten by Ye Xingchen made him recognize himself clearly, but the proud backbone within still existed!

Young people.

As long as they weren’t blindly arrogant thinking they were the greatest under heaven, being a bit proud and arrogant was very normal.

Jun Changxiao said: “Your ability to participate in Dragon-Tiger Supremacy proves you have aptitude and cultivation, so the assessment won’t follow tradition. Instead…”

“Snap!”

He snapped his fingers crisply.

“Step! Step!”

Dozens of Eternal Sect disciples walked together onto the training grounds, arranging in a line, emanating an Iron Bones Clanging aura.

Jun Changxiao said: “Choose any three at random and fight three matches. Each battle, as long as you last a quarter hour without falling, you pass the assessment.”

“This simple?”

“This simple.”

Ao Wushuang’s gaze showed a trace of bewilderment, then he extremely cautiously looked toward that group of disciples, thinking: “Their strength must be very formidable, right?”

They weren’t very formidable. Those sent out were just Li Shangtian, Sima Zhongda, Lin Jianghang, and other non-absolute core disciples.

Others might not know, but readers were clear—this was absolutely the Eternal Sect disciples’ second tier. No matter who that guy picked, it was destined to be a great tragedy.

“Sect Master Jun!”

Ao Wushuang’s gaze became grave as he said: “Can I choose Ye Xingchen!”

Jun Changxiao said: “Why choose him?”

“Because…”

Ao Wushuang clenched both fists tightly and said: “Where you fall, there you rise again!”

“Good.”

Jun Changxiao said in a clear voice: “This master will satisfy your request.”

“Xingchen!”

“Come out and receive a guest!”

…

Main peak.

Training grounds.

Ye Xingchen walked over with a cold, proud face, his brows carrying complete displeasure.

He was unhappy.

He was very unhappy!

Because trash who had been beaten in Dragon-Tiger Supremacy, whose cultivation hadn’t improved much, actually took the initiative to find him. Was he very weak? Was he very idle?

Seeing Ye Xingchen approaching, beads of sweat gradually seeped from Ao Wushuang’s forehead. Both hands and legs trembled. Unbearable memories surged into his mind.

Night Emperor had left him with psychological trauma, yet why did he still want to challenge him? Because he needed to break through the barrier and pick himself up again!

“Come!”

Ao Wushuang mustered his courage and shouted.

“Boom!”

His words had just fallen when Ye Xingchen strode forward, one hand directly covering the other’s face and fiercely pressing down.

“…”

Li Qingyang, Xiao Zueji, and others helplessly shook their heads.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Explosive sounds rang out on the training grounds. Spiritual energy ripples spread outward. Surrounding pebbles and sand were all blown away.

About several minutes later, Ye Xingchen finally stopped, finally tossing Ao Wushuang to the edge of the training grounds like garbage, saying coolly: “Sect Master, may I go cultivate now?”

“Go ahead.”

Ye Xingchen left.

“Wait… wait a moment…” But before he had even left the training grounds, Ao Wushuang’s weak voice came. Then he struggled to support his body, covered in blood, and said: “I… I haven’t lost yet!”

Li Qingyang and the others’ gazes showed surprise.

After being beaten so brutally by junior brother, he could actually still stand up!

“Boom!”

Suddenly, an explosive sound came again.

Ye Xingchen appeared before Ao Wushuang, his right fist solidly pounding into the abdomen.

“Thud!”

Under the powerful force’s explosion, the body flew out violently, then fell outside the training grounds. He knelt on the ground in pain, clutching his abdomen and spewing blood with a “wah.”

Lost.

I still lost.

Ao Wushuang’s face contorted as he leaned back.

Although his heart was unwilling, he also knew the gap between himself and that guy was too vast. Forget winning—being able to endure a few moves was already fortunate.

The view before his eyes suddenly darkened. Jun Changxiao walked before him and said: “Challenging Ye Xingchen means wherever you fall, you fall there again.”

Ao Wushuang struggled to squeeze out a deformed smile and said: “I… don’t regret it…”

“Qingyang.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Take him to Medicine Peak for treatment.”

“Yes!”

Li Qingyang ran over and hoisted up the injured Ao Wushuang.

However, as he prepared to leave, he heard the Sect Master add: “Don’t forget to distribute the sect handbook and uniform.”

“Understood!”

Li Qingyang said in a low voice: “Junior brother, quickly thank the Sect Master.”

“Thank you… Sect Master!” Ao Wushuang suppressed his injuries to speak. Perhaps his mood suddenly brightened—he immediately fainted.

…

This month’s recruitment ended smoothly.

Because requirements had been somewhat lowered, newly admitted disciples numbered as many as five or six thousand.

Jun Changxiao first exchanged the overflow contribution points for various martial path resources, then rubbed his hands together and said: “Once one hundred thousand disciples are recruited, the sect’s upgrade to first-rate and the Martial Alliance Grand Assembly can be held simultaneously!”

The system sighed: “Unknowingly developing from one person in the sect to nearly one hundred thousand in scale now—time has passed so quickly.”

“Yes!”

Jun Changxiao said excitedly: “The bomb bound to my soul is finally about to be removed!”