Jun Changxiao wouldn’t destroy the Xiao Family. After all, they were a family of Liyang City, and there was no evidence proving they had tried to assassinate him. But he could use other methods to retaliate—for instance, stirring up some economic trouble.
The Fine Rain Hall members were extremely efficient. In just two days, they brought back quite a bit of intelligence.
“The Xiao Family has many business ventures.”
Li Luoqiu reported: “Their main operations are iron ore, pills, and medicinal herbs. They have branches in all eight cities of Qingyang Commandery.”
“Pills and medicinal herbs?”
Jun Changxiao asked: “Can they compare with the Ai Family?”
Li Luoqiu shook her head: “The Xiao Family is a martial family. They definitely can’t compare to the Ai Family in business. According to intelligence, most of the Xiao Family’s pills and medicinal herb supplies are provided by the Ai Family.”
“Is that so?”
The corners of Jun Changxiao’s mouth curved into a smile.
This was excellent intelligence that could be used to stir up trouble.
“What about the iron ore?”
“Three hundred li outside Liyang City, there’s a mining area that was discovered and is being mined by the Xiao Family. Their iron ore materials come from there.”
Jun Changxiao rested his chin on the back of his hand: “What do you say—if this vein suddenly caught fire, flooded, or perhaps accidentally collapsed, would it bring losses to the Xiao Family?”
Li Luoqiu said: “Not only would it, the losses would be huge.”
The Xiao Family’s iron ore supplied sixty percent of the entire Qingyang Commandery market. If this were gone, the losses would definitely be catastrophic.
“Take people to the vein and create some accidents.” Jun Changxiao said.
“Yes.” Li Luoqiu acknowledged.
Jun Changxiao asked: “The vein has miners, right?”
“Yes.”
“Xiao Family people?”
“For this kind of hard labor, they generally hire from neighboring villages.”
Jun Changxiao said: “When you make your move, drive them out first.”
Grievances have their source, debts have their owner.
The Xiao Family had repeatedly sent people to assassinate—naturally he would play with them to the end.
But he would never harm the innocent. This was also the final bottom line he could maintain after adapting to the cruelty of the Falling Star Continent.
“Understood.”
Li Luoqiu walked out of the study, shaking her head: “The Sect Master’s methods of revenge are quite varied. Xiao Family, you’ve provoked a demon. I’m afraid you’ll fall even harder than the Vast Righteousness Sect.”
…
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang walked in and placed blueprints on the desk: “These are the drafts I designed. What do you think?”
After returning to the Iron Bones Sect, he cultivated while putting his thoughts into renovations.
“Keep them for now.”
Jun Changxiao said: “When we have more disciples, we’ll proceed with renovations.”
Although they weren’t short on money, constantly renovating wasn’t ideal. They’d wait until they had more people.
Li Qingyang put away the drafts: “This is my temporary design. Since the Sect Master isn’t in a hurry, this disciple will go back and design more carefully.”
Jun Changxiao patted his shoulder: “If you didn’t cultivate martial arts, you’d definitely be a civil engineer.”
“Civil engineer?”
Li Qingyang asked in confusion: “Sect Master, what kind of secondary profession is that?”
Jun Changxiao didn’t explain to him: “This seat has business in Huyang City. You’ll manage the sect in the meantime.”
“Yes.”
Our genius Li was used to this by now.
Before leaving, Jun Changxiao spent twenty contribution points to buy two Elementary Cold Edge Swords, which he gave to Ye Xingchen and Li Fei as rewards for their victory at the Vast Righteousness Sect.
Then… he set off for Liyang City!
Since he knew the Xiao Family’s main business was pills and medicinal herbs, he couldn’t feel right without stirring up some trouble.
…
“Finally have a sword.” Ye Xingchen held the Elementary Cold Edge Sword. After sensing its chill and sharpness, he said with satisfaction: “This sword’s quality should be mid-grade. I can make do with it for now.”
Mid-grade tier weapons—even Martial Masters might not necessarily have them.
Emperor Ye merely describing it as something to “make do with”—if others heard this, they would definitely gang up and beat him.
“Hah!”
Walking to the inner courtyard’s small martial arts field, Ye Xingchen took a deep breath, placed one hand on the sword hilt, eyes focused forward, and assumed a sword stance.
Zhou Hong nearby looked over and murmured: “Senior Brother Ye also understands swords?”
“Clang—”
Suddenly, the Cold Edge Sword left its sheath. Sword shadows spread out, instantly weaving over ten traces.
Zhou Hong said: “Ten swords in one breath—not bad.”
“Clang!”
Ye Xingchen sheathed his sword, then assumed the sword stance again, silently contemplating the Single Character Speed Formula.
“He’s trying again?” Zhou Hong thought to himself.
“Clang!”
Ye Xingchen drew his sword again.
“Clang!”
Sword returned to sheath.
Watching the sword shadows linger briefly like fireworks before disappearing, Zhou Hong exclaimed: “One breath… twenty-four swords!”
No! No!
This definitely wasn’t relying on his own sword intent. It absolutely relied on some kind of sword technique enhancement!
Zhou Hong hurriedly asked: “Senior Brother Ye, did you just use a sword technique?”
“Correct.” Ye Xingchen said.
Zhou Hong asked in shock: “What kind of sword technique could allow Senior Brother Ye to improve from ten swords in one breath to twenty-four swords!”
Ye Xingchen said lightly: “Soaring Sword Divine Formula. The Sect Master gave it to me.”
The Sect Master gave it?
Could it be a sect sword technique?
Zhou Hong, who was always calm and aloof, felt a bit excited. He didn’t even practice his sword but went to find the Sect Master. Upon learning the Sect Master had gone to Huyang City, he sat outside the courtyard to wait.
This was truly a sword fanatic.
…
Every time Jun Changxiao descended the mountain to enter a city, he had a different feeling.
This time coming to Huyang City was even more pronounced, because as soon as he entered, the gazes of passersby all contained admiration.
Why?
Because the matter of crashing the Vast Righteousness Sect’s event had completely spread throughout Qingyang Commandery, causing a tremendous sensation—absolutely earthquake-level.
Take Liyang City for example. The Xiao Family offending someone and the Elegant Serenity Residence being burned was only briefly discussed before being overshadowed by the Iron Bones Sect matter, to the point people even forgot about it.
The most famous sect in Qingyang Commandery now?
The Iron Bones Clanging Sect.
The most famous person in Qingyang Commandery now?
Jun Changxiao!
If speaking from an Earth perspective, Sect Master Jun was definitely an internet celebrity… no! A top-tier traffic idol!
If the Falling Star Continent had social media platforms, opening an account could attract countless fans in Qingyang Commandery alone.
“Wow! Sect Master Jun is so handsome!”
On the way to the medicinal herb shop, girls in their prime saw the handsome Jun Changxiao and immediately shyly lowered their heads, hearts pounding wildly. They barely stopped themselves from screaming on the spot.
“Sect Master Jun.” A rather bold young girl suddenly rushed over and handed over a bouquet of flowers, her face flushed bright red: “Please… please accept this.”
Jun Changxiao accepted the flowers, gave a profile kill shot, and smiled gently: “Thank you.”
“Ah! I can’t take it!”
A distant girl saw this, her eyelids rolled back, and she fainted on the spot from being charmed.
The flower-giving girl covered her burning face and ran off shyly with her heart racing, afraid that getting close to him again would make her unable to restrain herself and faint too.
“Sect Master Jun, here are my flowers!”
“Sect Master Jun, I have some too!”
“Sect Master Jun, can you give me your autograph?”
“Sect Master Jun, can I hug you!”
In an instant, a group of beautiful young girls surrounded Grand Sect Master Jun, crowding to give him flowers. The scene was truly spectacular!
“Ahaha, ahahaha…”
Inside Huyang City’s gate, Jun Changxiao crouched in a corner by the tunnel entrance, grinning widely and giggling foolishly. Drool was almost flowing out.
Passing martial artists all looked over, discussing in low voices.
“What’s wrong with Sect Master Jun?”
“After he came in, he’s been crouching there. In my opinion, he should be thinking about something happy.”
“No matter how happy, he doesn’t need to laugh so lecherously, right?”