After returning to his own quarters, Jun Changxiao danced with joy: “So many disciples succeeded in meridian opening—the Ironbone Clanging Sect growing powerful is just around the corner!”

He told Li Qingyang to learn to adapt, yet here he was getting all excited himself. How ridiculous.

Speaking of which.

Why was he so excited?

Wasn’t it because when disciples grew powerful, the sect grew powerful, and when the sect grew powerful, he could progress along the main storyline mission until completion, allowing him to remove the soul bomb?

If it weren’t for that damned main storyline mission and bomb limitation, Jun Changxiao would never calm down enough to develop the Ironbone Clanging Sect—going out to cultivate alone would be much simpler and more worry-free.

“If I cultivate for another night tonight, I should be able to condense enough spiritual energy for meridian opening. Hopefully I can break through to the eleventh stage of Open Meridian.”

He sat cross-legged once more and began cultivating again.

With 50 contribution points, Jun Changxiao temporarily had no intention of exchanging them for goods. First, he didn’t have much need; second, he really wanted to open meridians through his own effort.

More importantly, his intuition told him that if he opened a meridian through his own power, he might complete a hidden mission and obtain a certain amount of contribution points.

After cultivating all night.

Jun Changxiao condensed enough spiritual energy and began meridian opening!

Early the next morning, he walked out of his room dejected, taking a deep breath: “With such a high success rate, I still failed. Am I really going from European luck back to African luck again?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

“My comprehension of the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture is already quite good. Condensing spiritual energy only takes two or three days. Next time I’ll definitely succeed!”

Jun Changxiao consoled himself as he entered the great hall.

Shortly after, Li Qingyang came over, excited: “Sect Leader, this disciple has broken through to the eleventh stage of Open Meridian!”

“Is that so?”

Jun Changxiao said: “Not bad.”

Inwardly he howled: “High spiritual roots are just so enviable!”

Li Qingyang also reported yesterday’s statistics on disciples’ meridian opening attempts. A total of twenty people attempted it—twelve succeeded, eight failed.

Perhaps because of the Sect Leader’s words yesterday, he really had adapted quite a bit.

Jun Changxiao said: “Tell the disciples who failed at meridian opening that temporary failure doesn’t mean permanent failure. As long as they work hard, they will definitely succeed.”

Why did these words sound more like he was consoling himself?

…

A few days later.

The disciples cultivating the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture all broke through one level from their original foundation, achieving sect-wide advancement.

“This is amazing!”

“I would never have dreamed that opening a meridian could be so easy and effortless!”

“The Sect Leader who created this cultivation method is simply divine!”

As the disciples who succeeded in meridian opening celebrated excitedly, they already worshipped Jun Changxiao completely.

However, Sect Leader Jun was currently very dejected, because his second meridian opening attempt had also failed. He sat dejectedly in his chair: “With a 50% success rate, failing twice in a row—it seems that refreshing a divine-grade Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture exhausted all my luck for this lifetime.”

Although he’d failed consecutively twice, there were still benefits.

Jun Changxiao’s meridians, muscles, and internal organs had all been comprehensively tempered. His weak body was obviously much stronger than before.

The male disciples were the same.

As for the female disciples, they had become even more gracefully curvaceous and beautifully voluptuous than before.

This was the body-refining Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture. When men cultivated it, they could strengthen their bodies; when women cultivated it, they could shape their figures and beautify themselves.

“Sect Leader.”

Li Qingyang came over: “The craftsmen have already been contacted. When shall we renovate the inner courtyard?”

“Today, then.”

“Yes.”

…

With the inner courtyard under renovation, Jun Changxiao temporarily stayed in the great hall.

“Thud, thud.”

Lu Qianqian walked over, her white long boots making rhythmic sounds on the floor. Because of cultivating the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture, her legs appeared even more slender and well-rounded.

She truly was a woman beautiful to the extreme, with a figure and appearance both impeccable, like finely carved soft jade.

If placed in the world Jun Changxiao came from, she would absolutely outshine all the supermodels with refined temperament, outshine all the popular female celebrities!

Jun Changxiao rested his chin in his hand, admiring her as he said: “A beauty to make fish sink and geese fall, the moon hide and flowers feel ashamed.”

Lu Qianqian stopped, noticing he was sizing her up. Her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly: “Do you men all care so much about women’s appearances?”

“Yes.”

Jun Changxiao answered honestly.

As a man with correct sexual orientation, not caring about women’s appearances would be absolutely hypocritical to the extreme.

“…”

Lu Qianqian fell silent.

She hadn’t expected the Sect Leader wouldn’t even try to disguise it.

“Qianqian.”

Jun Changxiao said: “You and I are similar in age. Are you interested in dating?”

Such a beautiful woman was definitely the perfect choice for a girlfriend. Sect Leader Jun also hoped to bid farewell to the single dog ranks early and shower readers with romantic displays.

“Dating? What do you mean?”

“It means falling in lo— no, no, using Starfall Continent terminology, the relationship between us could advance further.”

“You mean falling in love?”

“Right, right, falling in love, having a roman—”

Before he could finish saying “romance,” Lu Qianqian’s beautiful eyes already showed killing intent.

Jun Changxiao shivered, forcibly swallowing the last word. He straightened up seriously: “Speak then. What matter brings you to seek this seat?”

Lu Qianqian restrained her killing intent and said indifferently: “Sect Leader, you still haven’t broken through?”

Hitting the sore spot!

Jun Changxiao clutched his chest in a display of pain: “Qianqian, are you deliberately coming to strike me down?”

Lu Qianqian said: “You are the Sect Leader, the leader of the Ironbone Clanging Sect. If your cultivation level doesn’t rise, how will you command disciples stronger than you?”

“Don’t worry.”

Jun Changxiao said: “If this seat wanted to raise his cultivation, it would merely be a matter of seconds.”

This wasn’t bragging. As long as he spent contribution points to exchange for cultivation values, forget breaking through to Martial Disciple—opening all twelve meridians of the Open Meridian stage would also be effortless.

Lu Qianqian was accustomed to his boastful talk: “If you can’t do it, you can consider abdicating to me. I will make the Ironbone Clanging Sect dominate Qingyang Commandery in a short time.”

Just as I knew—this woman harbors designs on the Sect Leader position.

Jun Changxiao stood and walked down, stopping one meter in front of her. Meeting her eyes directly, he smiled: “Dominate Qingyang Commandery? That goal is a bit small. This seat is thinking of dominating the entire Starfall Continent.”

Because of the close distance, a fragrant scent assailed him, stirring his heart.

“Hmph.”

Lu Qianqian snorted coldly.

But she deliberately turned her head away, not meeting his gaze: “Do you think that developing a sect can be done with just one divine-grade cultivation method?”

“If not?”

“A powerful sect needs a sound cultivation system, excellent elders to provide guidance, and various resources related to the martial path, such as martial techniques and pills. Does the Sect Leader have these?”

“No.”

Jun Changxiao said seriously: “But I will have them in the future.”

“I hope so.”

Lu Qianqian said: “I’m going to guide the disciples in cultivation now.”

“Whew!”

After walking out of the great hall, she let out a light breath. Her state of mind gradually calmed down as she thought to herself: “The Sect Leader’s realm is clearly not as high as mine, so why do I feel nervous and uneasy when he gets close?”

“It seems my comprehension of the Supreme Mysterious Ice Heart Formula is still far from sufficient. I cannot truly achieve a heart as still as water.”