With membership reaching exactly 1000, sect missions appeared and were published on the mission board.

This had three benefits.

First, with membership meeting requirements, the sect level could be upgraded.

Second, disciples completing missions to gain achievement points could upgrade sect construction.

Third, completing sect missions could also earn contribution points—doing 1000 points of achievement value would yield 1000 contribution points!

At that moment, Sect Master Jun felt he was about to become wealthy again and could rest easy.

In this third appearance of sect missions, one-star missions were relatively rare, two and three-star missions were common, and even four-star missions appeared!

Disciples who had joined earlier were relatively stronger, and when accepting missions they tacitly chose two and three-star ones.

As for one-star missions, they were left for junior brothers who had just joined.

Jun Changxiao was very gratified.

He wanted to establish a powerful sect, but equally wanted to establish a loving sect where disciples could help and encourage each other, rather than scheming against each other all day for selfish desires.

Four-star missions were quite difficult—mostly requiring killing high-level fierce beasts, either needing sufficient manpower or only doable by inner sect disciples.

“Sect Master.”

Li Qingyang said, “The sculpting rooms aren’t enough again.”

Over four hundred newly admitted disciples wanted to become stronger. Taking medicinal pills and cultivating techniques were essential, and muscle sculpting was indispensable.

“Ding! Host has spent 400 contribution points to obtain Muscle Sculpting Rooms ×20, delivered to spatial ring.”

“Ding! Sect contribution points: 102/1000.”

Jun Changxiao directly purchased 20 units and installed them in the training rooms. This brought the total number of sculpting rooms up to 40.

These sculpting rooms still couldn’t supply several hundred people, but there was no helping it. With limited contribution points, they could only have disciples sculpt their bodies in batches and time slots.

…

Welfare for newly admitted disciples was certainly essential.

Low-grade Healing Pills and Body Sculpting Pills were distributed to everyone. Meridian Opening Pills and Qi Spiral Pills were also distributed according to level and quantity.

Regarding martial techniques, Jun Changxiao didn’t distribute them one by one. Instead, he selected a room in the outer courtyard, named it the Technique Pavilion, and placed all the martial techniques purchased from the shop inside.

Disciples could go select whatever they wanted to learn.

Usually, whether in sects, families, or academies, many protagonists’ pretentious journeys began from selecting martial techniques in a technique pavilion.

In the Iron Bones Clanging Sect, there was no need to compete for entry qualifications, nor would there be gatekeeping elders offering various mockeries.

Enter freely, learn freely.

“So miraculous!”

After taking the Body Sculpting Pill and feeling his physical body and strength improve to varying degrees, Song Xuanzhou was so excited his hands trembled.

As a genius, he naturally understood how profound an impact bodily transformation would have on his future martial path!

When he cultivated the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture, Explosive Fist, and other mental cultivation methods and martial techniques, the shock in his heart grew even stronger.

At that moment.

Song Xuanzhou understood that the Iron Bones Clanging Sect’s rise was absolutely no accident!

Since he had joined the sect, there was no need to hide certain matters, so Li Qingyang informed him about the Healing Pills.

Learning that the medicinal pill he had taken at the Ai Family had actually been refined by the sect master, Song Xuanzhou came to the great hall and performed a kneeling bow to Jun Changxiao.

Paralyzed in bed, utterly despairing.

Now able to stand again and continue cultivating the martial path—this was absolutely equivalent to being given new life by second parents!

Kneeling in respect was only natural!

Jun Changxiao waved his hand, stopping the disciple’s salute, and said, “If you want to repay this seat, then work hard to become stronger and help develop and expand the sect.”

Song Xuanzhou said with resolute eyes, “Disciple Song Xuanzhou is willing to go through fire and water for the Iron Bones Clanging Sect!”

Not only was this number one genius of Sunyang City shocked.

Those disciples who had just joined the sect were also deeply shaken after obtaining various martial resources.

They greatly regretted not joining the Iron Bones Clanging Sect earlier, wasting their time in vain.

Of course.

In the initial stage after joining, special care from senior brothers was inevitable, especially Senior Brother Li Fei’s happy soccer.

But also.

Pain and happiness together!

As long as they could become stronger faster in the sect, getting kicked in the face by a ball every day didn’t matter.

…

The Drizzle Hall and Medicine Hall also lacked manpower. Sect Master Jun selected many newly admitted disciples and assigned them to both halls, supplementing with fresh blood.

Disciples began successively accepting missions from the Mission Pavilion, either doing them solo or in teams.

Over the following period, Jun Changxiao’s ears would frequently hear notifications of sect mission completions, and achievement points and contribution points continued rising.

Upgrading to level 4 construction required reaching 1000 achievement points.

To upgrade the sect level, some newly admitted disciples needed to break through to the twelfth stage of Meridian Opening.

Both required a certain amount of time.

No rush, no rush.

One or two months should be enough to settle everything.

Jun Changxiao temporarily handed sect affairs to Li Luoqiu and began cultivating, paying no attention to outside matters.

From the one-year agreement with Sacred Spring Sect, there were still seven or eight months remaining. He had to hurry up and advance, ideally breaking through to peak Wushi or even Wuzong!

Tragically.

After one month, his realm only advanced from sixth-rank to seventh-rank Wushi.

Why describe it as tragic? Why use the word “only”? Because he had taken 10x Qi Gathering Pills the entire time!

“No way.”

Jun Changxiao said frantically, “One month of cultivation equals ten months for others, yet I only advanced one rank!”

The system said, “Very normal.”

Normal?

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

After advancing from Wutu to Wushi, he had felt it was very easy to advance!

This time it was the system’s turn to be speechless. It said, “You felt it was easy because you consecutively skipped ranks by completing epic missions. In fact, at the Wushi level, especially after fifth rank, even excellent martial artists need one or two years to advance.”

“But I have 10x Qi Gathering Pills.” Jun Changxiao said.

The system said, “As your level increases, the amount of heaven and earth attribute energy required grows. The 10x Qi Gathering Pills’ effectiveness will become increasingly less obvious. The accumulation of time becomes especially important.”

“I understand.”

Jun Changxiao said, “You mean that the higher the realm, the more I need higher multiplier Qi Gathering Pills.”

System: “…”

My meaning was that the martial path emphasizes gradual progress, requiring more detailed comprehension of heaven and earth attributes, and slowly accumulating with time.

You brought it to higher multiplier Qi Gathering Pills, but also… not wrong!

“Let’s go see how the medicinal materials Old Wei and the others have been cultivating.”

During this time, under the care of Medicine Hall members, the medicine garden had expanded from over ten acres to fifty acres.

Inside were planted various kinds of medicinal materials. The spiritual energy drifting from them gathered above, giving a feeling of clouds and mist swirling.

In the small pavilion.

Old Wei handed over several spatial rings, saying, “This is the third batch of high-quality medicinal materials.”

The medicinal materials had matured half a month ago, but because Jun Changxiao was focused on cultivation and he didn’t want to disturb him, he temporarily stored them.

“Old Wei.”

Jun Changxiao took them and said while drinking a sip of tea, “The two hundred thousand seeds planted earlier should be maturing soon, right?”

Old Wei said, “The medicinal materials around the sect, being planted for the first time and limited by the environment, will probably need about a month to mature.”

“No rush, take it slow.” Jun Changxiao said.

“Eh?”

Liu Wanshi walked over holding Yao Mengying’s hand and said with a grin, “Why is Sect Master also here?”

Jun Changxiao teased, “Why can’t this seat be here?”

While speaking, he looked at the little girl.

Over the past month, Yao Mengying had emerged from her grief and integrated into life at the Iron Bones Clanging Sect.

Because she was too young, she hadn’t begun martial training. All day she followed behind Liu Wanshi like a little tail.

The Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciples knew Yao Mengying’s background was pitiful, so they took great care of her. She could be said to be showered with ten thousand affections in the sect.

Especially Su Xiaomo and Li Fei, who constantly thought of ways to make their little junior sister laugh.

Strangely enough.

Facing all the senior brothers and sisters, Yao Mengying would behave very cheerfully, but when she saw the sect master she became reserved.

Sure enough, she hid behind Liu Wanshi again, her small face once more showing timidity.

Jun Changxiao shook his head, thinking to himself, “Am I that scary?”