“Purple Lightning Young Tiger?”

“Heavens, that’s an extremely rare lightning-element fierce beast!”

“How could an Eighth-Rate Sect leader possibly have this kind of mount!”

The Beast Taming Sect disciples were shocked beyond measure.

As a sect that dealt with fierce beasts, they naturally understood how precious lightning-element fierce beasts were and how difficult to tame!

To maintain a low profile, upon entering Suiyang City’s territory, Jun Changxiao had stored the Purple Lightning Young Tiger in the Sect Leader Ball.

After the sect tournament ended, returning to Qingyang Commandery he would naturally ride it. He hadn’t expected to encounter the Beast Taming Sect master in the wilderness—he’d still passively made a high-profile impression.

“Alas.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, “Why is keeping a low profile so difficult?”

“Roar!”

Sensing its master’s thoughts, the Purple Lightning Young Tiger raised its head and roared again, startling the animals in the forest into scattering in all directions.

If this creature could keep a low profile, pigs would fly!

Sect Leader Jun had a mount for transportation, while Ye Xingchen still had to pitifully execute the Crossing Step Wandering Dragon technique to follow behind.

As for the rewards obtained, they had been handed over early on.

“Detestable!”

He secretly fumed: “If I’d known, I might as well have tempered my body in the Training Tower.”

On the return journey, Jun Changxiao opened the Shop, considering whether to spend the overflow contribution points or buy several bottles of Constitution Transformation Elixir.

“Forget it, better play it safe.”

He couldn’t bear to waste contribution points, so he bought four bottles of Constitution Transformation Elixir, bringing his contribution points back down from 1155 to 955.

One hidden quest, one side quest.

The contribution points that had nearly hit rock bottom had reached full value again, which made Sect Leader Jun very comfortable and gave him a strong sense of security.

“Coming to Pingyang Commandery to participate in the sect tournament, earning 500 contribution points and 100 spirit stones.”

Jun Changxiao said contentedly, “Worth it.”

What about the superior-grade martial technique?

Honestly, he didn’t think much of it, since it was far inferior to the Shop’s martial techniques.

Especially the martial technique obtained from the Qingyang Commandery sect tournament—if the paper weren’t too rough, he might have thrown it in the outhouse.

The System said, “There are many commanderies on the Xingyun Continent. Sect tournaments are held at regular intervals. The Host can send disciples to participate more often—it’s a viable path to earning resources.”

“Tch.”

Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes and said, “If you don’t encourage me to spend contribution points, that would show some conscience. Would you really proactively help me find ways to earn resources?”

The System said seriously, “My mission is to assist the Host in building the Ironbone Clanging Sect into the strongest sect.”

“Fine.”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin, considering: “Having disciples go out to participate in sect tournaments—they can not only earn spirit stones but also gain real combat experience. That’s actually not bad.”

However.

He couldn’t follow them running all over the place.

The System said, “Under normal circumstances, sect tournaments don’t require the sect leader to personally attend. As long as disciples provide sect credentials, they can register and participate on their own.”

“After returning, I’ll ask Family Head Ai what other commanderies are holding sect tournament events.”

Two days later.

Jun Changxiao returned to Qingyang Commandery.

But he didn’t immediately return to the sect. Instead, he first made a trip to Huyang City.

“Sect Leader Jun went to participate in the Pingyang Commandery sect tournament?”

“Yes.”

“How were the results?”

“Casually claimed a championship.”

Huh.

Ai Shangni was dumbfounded.

Casually claimed a championship—that statement was truly audacious!

“Family Head Ai.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Do you know if other commanderies have this kind of sect tournament that rewards spirit stones?”

Ai Shangni’s mouth twitched as he said, “Sect Leader Jun wants to send more disciples to compete?”

“Jun’s group of useless disciples can’t just train at the sect all day. It’s quite necessary for them to appropriately venture into the jianghu,” Jun Changxiao said.

Ai Shangni: “…”

Your group of useless disciples completely crushed Haoqi Sect’s personal disciples. If they became competent, wouldn’t they reach the heavens!

“Indeed.”

Ai Shangni agreed: “Training with closed doors is equivalent to working behind closed doors. Only by appropriately tempering themselves in the jianghu can they truly grow.”

He paused and said, “Huayang Commandery will hold a martial arts tournament in a few days. The nature is similar to the sect tournament, and the rewards are quite generous.”

“Is that so?”

Jun Changxiao became interested.

Ai Shangni said seriously, “Huayang Commandery has quite a few heretical sects. Many people die at each martial arts tournament. Ai advises Sect Leader Jun against sending disciples to participate.”

“Moreover.”

He paused and said in a low voice, “Ai just received news that Black Eagle Hall, a Seventh-Rate Sect in Huayang Commandery, was annihilated overnight. It seems things aren’t very peaceful there.”

Half a month had already passed before receiving this news—such a low rate of information gathering!

“Oh.”

Jun Changxiao responded and said, “Are there any other commanderies?”

“Let Ai think.”

Ai Shangni considered for a while, then successively mentioned four commanderies.

Some were relatively close, some relatively far, but all would be holding martial arts gatherings similar to sect tournaments.

After obtaining the information he wanted, Jun Changxiao cupped his fists: “The sect still has matters to handle, so Jun will take his leave first.”

Family Head Ai hastily saw him off, then secretly shook his head: “Sect Leader Jun really did casually claim the Pingyang Commandery sect tournament championship?”

“Family Head.”

Ai Shangke walked over and said, “Second Brother, who’s purchasing medicinal materials in Pingyang Commandery, sent the latest sect tournament information via carrier pigeon.”

“Oh?”

Ai Shangni hastily received the letter. It detailed the entire competition process. After reading it, his expression became blank: “This… really was quite casual indeed!”

…

Leaving Huyang City, Jun Changxiao rode the Purple Lightning Young Tiger back to the Ironbone Sect.

Ye Xingchen had arrived first and was currently surrounded by disciples asking about the situation.

“Does this even need asking!”

Su Xiaomo raised her voice: “With Junior Brother Ye going, the championship was definitely in the bag!”

“Junior Brother (Senior Brother) Ye is mighty!” the disciples shouted in unison.

Ye Xingchen paid them no mind, walking out from the crowd toward the Training Tower.

In his view, participating in the Pingyang Commandery sect tournament was completely a waste of time and life.

However, this scene of people seeing him off when leaving and welcoming him back upon return had stirred something faintly within him.

“Qingyang.”

Sitting in the great hall’s thousand-year nanmu chair, Jun Changxiao said, “In a few days, Pingyang Commandery will have a martial arts tournament. You should go participate.”

“Sect Leader.”

Li Qingyang said weakly, “Could you let another junior brother go? This disciple wants to cultivate properly for a while.”

Jun Changxiao said, “The other disciples also need to go to different commanderies to participate in sect tournaments.”

“Understood.”

Li Qingyang said, “This disciple will definitely achieve good results!”

Jun Changxiao interlaced his ten fingers and said, “This Seat has only one requirement—win the martial arts tournament championship.”

“Yes!”

Li Qingyang said seriously, “This disciple will not disappoint Sect Leader’s high expectations!”

Jun Changxiao then called over Xiao Zuiji, Su Xiaomo, and others one by one, assigning tasks for them to participate in various commanderies’ sect tournaments.

There was only one requirement: stand out as champions in each event and bring the rewards back to the sect.

Of course.

For safety’s sake, he specifically instructed them that even if opponents were weak, they should make their victories appear difficult to avoid being too high-profile and attracting unwanted attention.

This still wasn’t enough.

Jun Changxiao also mobilized members of the Drizzle Hall to secretly follow them.

These inner sect disciples were all his precious treasures. They could go out for tempering, but their absolute safety must be guaranteed.