Jun Changxiao had decided.
The sect’s certification as first-rate and the Martial Alliance Grand Assembly would be held on the same day, letting all the continent’s people witness the miracle, witness the miracle belonging to the Eternal Sect!
And there was only one month until that day, only over three thousand remaining until full disciple capacity.
“Qingyang.”
Jun Changxiao said: “As quickly as possible, near this Life-Death Arena, construct a highest-specification open-air assembly venue for holding the Martial Alliance Grand Assembly.”
“Yes!”
Li Qingyang received the order and got busy with fellow disciples and Piggy.
Just like that, near the Life-Death Arena, various construction materials were transported and laid out—a main platform, secondary platforms, and spectator stands. A massive assembly venue gradually took shape from its rudimentary outline.
Zhen Dejun and his Array Hall weren’t idle either, actively setting up projection arrays and connecting them with City Lord Han’s projection array. When the time came, they would broadcast the sect’s upgrade to first-rate and the Martial Alliance Grand Assembly in all-encompassing detail.
…
“Curator Yi.”
Just sitting down in the certification hall, Jun Changxiao got straight to the point: “One month from now, please certify the level for my Eternal Sect.”
Yi Tianxing, who was preparing to drink tea, immediately froze in body and facial expression.
The Eternal Sect certifying again? Wouldn’t that make them first-rate!
Master Yi couldn’t remain calm anymore, so excited he wanted to lie down.
Fortunately, he was no longer the curator who would faint at every turn because Jun Changxiao had brought him too many shocks—he could already adapt well.
However, thinking about how he had personally witnessed a ninth-rate sect grow to first-rate, and moreover in just ten short years of rapid rise, it was definitely a supreme honor.
“Sect Master Jun.”
Yi Tianxing cupped his fists and said: “You and your Eternal Sect are the legend of our Southwest Yang Prefecture!”
Any martial artist from Southwest Yang Prefecture who heard this statement would agree without hesitation.
“Curator Yi.”
Jun Changxiao said: “My sect and I will become Xingyun Continent’s legend.”
“This…”
Yi Tianxing’s mouth twitched.
So Sect Master Jun still had such a great ambition. But whether he could become Xingyun Continent’s legend still required recognition from all the continent’s martial artists.
…
Heaven’s Prison Suppression Tower.
Zhao Doudou routinely came to the cell, first setting down the meal, then plopping his bottom on the familiar yet cold wooden plank, saying: “Old brother, our sect is about to break one hundred thousand disciples. Still haven’t thought it through?”
“I’ve thought it through.”
Dai Lü said: “I’ve already let everything go.”
He no longer held grudges against Jun Changxiao, no longer held grudges against Ye Xingchen. He’d rather be locked in prison for life.
This guy had seen through everything, giving off a Buddhist feeling.
Unfortunately, his cultivation hadn’t achieved sublimation—he was still the same lousy state as before.
Actually, without the Soul Clan’s assistance, this guy was ultimately just an ordinary person. Unlike Jun Changxiao who relied on the system to cultivate aptitude and everything else, even without the cheat, he could still become powerful—just a matter of time.
“Since you’ve let everything go, why not start over from the beginning?” Zhao Doudou said.
“I’m tired.”
Dai Lü shook his head and said: “I just want to spend the rest of my life in prison.”
“…”
Zhao Doudou said: “You’ve missed the chance to become a powerhouse again and again, yet you always stick to your principles. This is truly admirable.”
He didn’t try to persuade Dai Lü persistently because he truly had let everything go.
“Creak.”
The cell door closed again, the environment becoming pitch black.
Dai Lü continued sitting cross-legged, his thoughts returning to the past. In his ears rang: “Young man, I see your bone structure is extraordinary—you’re a one-in-ten-thousand martial arts prodigy. You could consider joining my Iron Bones Clanging Sect as a disciple. Your future achievements will definitely be immeasurable.”
“Sigh.”
He shook his head and sighed.
If he had made the right choice back then, now it would probably be a completely different picture.
…
In the martial path world where lifespans were often several hundred years, one month was truly very short—so short it passed in the blink of an eye.
Five days remained until the Martial Alliance Grand Assembly.
At this moment, families, sects, and independent cultivators from all over were successively arriving at Tiegu Town. Because the numbers were too many to accommodate temporarily, they could only stay in batches at Qingyang Town or Qingyang City.
Powers or martial artists with good relationships with the Eternal Sect had already checked into the sect in advance.
For example, the Ai Family, or powerhouses like City Lord Han.
“Qingyang.”
Jun Changxiao asked: “Palace Master Xi hasn’t come?”
Of the Eternal Sect’s two allies, Cangshan Sect had arrived early, but Wonderful Flower Palace still showed no sign of anyone.
Li Qingyang said: “Not yet.”
“Oh.”
Jun Changxiao didn’t think much about it. After all, she was a sect master—perhaps she was too busy with affairs to get away, or her travel was delayed.
“Wudi!”
“Swish!”
He stepped out from the great hall, both hands resting at his temples, then swept upward dashingly, saying: “Open the mountain gate!”
“Creak—”
The tightly closed vermillion lacquer gate was opened wide by He Wudi. Fresh morning air from outside surged in.
Today was the monthly recruitment day. Because it concerned recruiting the full one hundred thousand disciples, Jun Changxiao no longer acted as a hands-off manager and decided to personally oversee the entire process.
He wore very formal sect attire, his face showing a very serious expression, to the extent that Ai Shangni, Ma Yunteng, and others felt the temperament and presence a top-tier sect master should possess!
…
“It’s open!”
“The gate opened!”
At the mountain’s base, the young men and women who came to participate in the assessment had eyes flashing with excitement, wishing they could climb the stairs to the mountain gate entrance right now.
“Tsk tsk.”
The various martial artists who came to participate in the Martial Alliance Grand Assembly came to watch the excitement. Seeing these assessment candidates, they all exclaimed: “They’re all young people with good aptitude.”
The higher-ups of second and third-rate sects were dying of envy.
These young men and women—if they came to their own sects, there would be no need for assessment at all. They could pass directly.
No helping it.
The Eternal Sect’s sudden emergence made other major sects completely lose their competitiveness. They could only pick up what others didn’t want from behind.
“Young ones.”
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao’s voice came from the mountain gate: “Come up the stairs. Only by not being eliminated can you enter the second step that changes your destiny!”
Although Dog Leftover now had quite the sect master bearing, he hadn’t put on airs. Yet the words he spoke had extremely high impact.
“It’s Sect Master Jun!”
“He’s standing right at the mountain gate!”
“Go! Go!”
And so, the nearly ten thousand young people gathered at the mountain’s base all lifted their feet to take the first step toward changing their destiny.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The gravity array instantly exploded, applying pressure at different levels to the assessment candidates.
Everyone had heard that the Eternal Sect’s assessment was very strict. Those who dared to try mostly had some ability, so in the end, as many as seven or eight thousand successfully reached the summit.
“…”
The various powerhouses who witnessed the entire assessment twitched violently at the corners of their mouths.
The over two thousand young people sent down the mountain, exhausted to the point of collapse—their aptitude and cultivation didn’t seem weak. Coming to their own sects, they’d be at least inner sect disciples at minimum. Yet at the Eternal Sect, they were eliminated in the first round.
This truly was—comparing people infuriates!
…
The Eternal Sect’s assessment procedures were already very mature. Participants just needed to complete various tests to become entry-level disciples, so Jun Changxiao only observed the entire process without needing to do anything.
As a result, after several rounds of testing, over four thousand passed the assessment. This forced him to personally make selections because there weren’t that many slots available.
“Ding! Sect members: 97231/100000.”
“Ding! Sect members: 98676/100000.”
“…”
“…”
“Ding! Sect members: 99999/100000.”
“Sect Master!”
Just as Jun Changxiao was seriously considering who to select as the final disciple, Zhao Doudou’s voice reached his ear: “Dai Lü has thought it through. He wants to join the Eternal Sect!”