Ye Xingchen and Xiao Zueji returned, bringing back quite a bit of beast meat. After an inventory, there was a full five hundred thousand jin.
Patriarch Ai had also previously sent quite a bit of Hunger-Satisfying Grass, which could be directly used for refining.
“Refine, refine!”
Jun Changxiao opened the Spirit Beast Pavilion, raised the number to maximum, and began mass production.
Ding! Ding!
Notification sounds continuously rang in his ears.
In one night’s time, two hundred thousand low-grade beast pills were produced first.
Jun Changxiao ordered the Fine Rain Hall members to transport goods to the eight beast feed shops at the fastest speed, first allocating twenty-five thousand to each.
Without the threat of the Demon Fiend Sect, he also announced that all disciples who had reached fifth-grade Wutu or above should go out to train, and while at it, bring back beast meat!
And so.
On the mountain gate’s stairs, nearly five hundred disciples who had reached fifth-grade Wutu traveled in groups—quite a decent scale.
“Junior Martial Brother Xiao.”
Su Xiaomo grinned and said: “Why don’t we go to the Valley of Death again? There are still quite a few areas there we haven’t explored—we should be able to obtain a lot of beast meat and crystal cores.”
“Before that, we need to buy more spatial rings,” Xiao Zueji said.
“Hey, that’s right.”
Su Xiaomo scratched his head and said: “How come we haven’t seen Junior Martial Brother Ye?”
“Yeah.”
Li Fei and Tian Qi were also very puzzled.
Several hundred li away in the deep mountain forests, Ye Xingchen had already begun battling fierce beasts.
This fellow had secretly ridden the Hurricane Wolf here in the dead of night.
The reason was that going together with Xiao Zueji and the others wasn’t called training—it was called collecting beast meat!
…
The disciples with decent strength were arranged to go train, and there were temporarily still enough materials for refining low-grade beast pills.
Jun Changxiao rarely had leisure time and focused his thoughts on cultivation.
Since returning from the Holy Spring Sect, going to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range, visiting the Cangshan Sect, and offering birthday congratulations to Shangguan Hong, there truly hadn’t been much time for actual cultivation.
As a result.
His realm was still stuck at second-grade Wuzong.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to cultivate, but as a sect master, there were too many matters to handle.
Jun Changxiao quite envied his disciples. At least they had such a dutiful and responsible sect leader providing resources so they could cultivate single-mindedly without distractions.
“Alas.”
Swallowing a 15-times Qi Gathering Pill, he sat cross-legged inside the Spirit Gathering Array and began cultivating.
However.
What drove him crazy was.
Without even completing a full day of cultivation, Shangguan Xinyao entered the formation N times, tirelessly asking about matters related to the mental cultivation method.
“Sect Leader, I don’t think this god-grade mental cultivation method is very difficult.”
“Sect Leader, if I switch to comprehending it this way, will I learn it faster?”
“Sect Leader, the spiritual power here is so strong—could this be a spiritual power-type formation?”
“Sect Leader…”
When Shangguan Xinyao cultivated, she would always unconsciously consider many problems—this was the manifestation of high martial arts talent.
But it also drove Sect Leader Jun to tears of frustration.
Did I accept a disciple, or did I accept a Blue Cat with Three Thousand Questions!
“Xinyao.”
Finally, Jun Changxiao couldn’t take it anymore and said seriously: “If there’s something you don’t understand, don’t always think about asking—instead, think independently.”
“But…”
Shangguan Xinyao said: “When this disciple can’t figure it out, that’s why I come to ask Sect Leader.”
“Thump.”
At night, Jun Changxiao lay in bed. The moment he closed his eyes, he immediately recalled the questions that woman had asked during the day, and his head swelled up again.
…
Learning requires asking questions when you don’t understand.
Shangguan Xinyao asked questions continuously for three days, causing Sect Leader Jun’s shoulders to droop, looking like he had lost all will to live.
New disciples were usually abused by old disciples until they doubted their existence.
Our Miss Shangguan had just joined, yet she questioned Sect Leader Jun until he wished for death—quite formidable indeed.
Of course.
Sometimes the questions Shangguan Xinyao raised, after Jun Changxiao thought carefully about them later, he found quite reasonable and thoughtful.
The system said: “This newly admitted disciple has an imagination even bigger than the host’s. Cultivate her well, and in the future she might become a generation’s martial arts grandmaster.”
The corner of Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched as he said: “By the time she becomes a martial arts grandmaster, the grass on my grave will be four or five meters tall.”
Why?
Questioned to death!
…
Shangguan Xinyao, who originally had no talent for martial arts, relying on the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic’s fifty percent success rate, smoothly advanced from the tenth stage of Meridian Opening to the eleventh stage.
She could have been even faster, but because she always wanted to get to the bottom of things during cultivation, she wasted quite a bit of time.
As for the previously admitted disciples, they were also steadily improving their cultivation under various resources.
After a period of time, once the five hundred disciples broke through to the twelfth stage of Meridian Opening, they could upgrade the sect’s level.
Jun Changxiao didn’t think about this matter and continued cultivating.
Although he had a ten-times Spirit Gathering Array and high-multiplier Qi Gathering Pills, advancing from second-grade to third-grade, by his estimation, would still require two to three months.
The higher the level, the slower the cultivation.
So Sect Leader Jun wasn’t anxious and cultivated at a leisurely pace.
Elder Jiang focused his thoughts on the Training Tower, becoming obsessed with it.
What made him collapse was that he had clearly already adapted to the gravity—why couldn’t he break the first level’s record?
Very normal.
Even if he did break it, it wouldn’t be acknowledged.
Because the Training Tower’s records had to be continuously broken by disciples. As an elder, like Sect Leader Jun, he was excluded.
Of course.
During this period of training, although Jiang Xie’s realm hadn’t improved, his strength and physical body had improved remarkably—his value on the testing machine reached two million!
This was already equivalent to an extreme-level Wuwang.
“Incredible, incredible!”
Looking at his strength breaking through two million for the first time, Jiang Xie’s gaze couldn’t conceal his shocked expression.
What spiritual root level determined what level.
After cultivating at the Tiegu Sect for just over a month, he had forcibly advanced from high-level to extreme-level—who the hell would believe it if he said it!
“With such martial arts resources, I can definitely advance to Wuhuang!” Jiang Xie clenched his fist tightly.
He wanted to become a Wuhuang not to enjoy the increase in power, but because reaching that level would allow him to fly through the air!
At that time, without relying on others, he could search the whole world for his sister himself!
Finding his only relative was Jiang Xie’s motivation to constantly grow stronger. Even if the Recruitment Order’s effect wore off before long, he would still willingly stay at the Tiegu Sect.
“Elder Jiang.”
In the cafeteria, Liu Wanshi said: “Your fried rice is ready.”
Taking a deep sniff, Jiang Xie couldn’t help but say: “It smells so good!”
Thinking of how he had acted very tough in the prison cell not long ago, and then his change in attitude in less than two months—these two words truly described it perfectly.
Of course.
Most Tiegu Sect disciples had motivation driving them to constantly grow stronger.
Take Li Qingyang for example.
He wanted to become strong, then search to the ends of the earth to find the woman who left him, and loudly tell the whole world: only I, Li Qingyang, may not be worthy of you—there’s no question of you being unworthy of Li Qingyang!
Take Xiao Zueji for example.
He wanted to become strong and two years from now go to the Lily Saint Sect to seize back what he had lost!
Take Ye Xingchen for example.
Not only did he want to return to his former peak, he wanted to go even higher and pull the first female emperor of all time down from her throne!
And then there was Lu Qianqian.
Forget it—from the currently limited information, it was still very difficult to fully deduce her story.
In any case, each of these disciples had a story. As their sect leader, Jun Changxiao had to make them stronger, so the pressure was still quite great.