Elder Bai led the demonic sects of Huayang Commandery in a miserable retreat, and thus this crisis came to an end. With Wei Lao, a Wuhuang like him, stationed here, they surely wouldn’t dare come looking for trouble again.

The martial artists of Qingyang Commandery were still in a dazed and muddled state.

The Iron Bones Sect winning ten consecutive matches and resolving their deadly predicament had already greatly shocked them.

Who would have thought that at the critical moment, a Wuhuang-level powerhouse would appear, and merely by unleashing his aura, he’d scared the peak Wuwang until he fled in terror with piss running down his legs!

With the matter concluded and the Iron Bones Sect having weathered the danger, many martial cultivators bid farewell and left.

On the road, they were still discussing what they had just witnessed—such as the formidable performance of the Iron Bones Sect disciples, elders, and even the Sect Master on the life-and-death platforms!

This day was destined to be unforgettable.

Qin Haoran and the alliance members tucked their tails between their legs and slunk away dejectedly.

This time they hadn’t gotten to see anyone humiliated, but instead watched with hearts full of fear.

They were still worried about whether Jun Changxiao, if he held grudges, would bring the Wuwang and Wuhuang to bully them.

They were overthinking it.

If he really wanted to bully them, he wouldn’t have let everyone leave Iron Bones Mountain so easily.

In the past, if Jun Changxiao had the strength, he might have really gone to suppress the Hundred Sects Alliance.

But now.

A bunch of trash, a bunch of ants—he couldn’t be bothered to deal with them.

As the sect and his own cultivation grew increasingly powerful, this kind of Hundred Sects Alliance wasn’t even worth a fart in Jun Changxiao’s eyes.

They had only wanted to watch him be humiliated and hadn’t done anything sinister or calculated, so he’d just let them stand at the foot of the mountain like ants, looking up at the Iron Bones Sect.

However.

The twenty demonic sects led by the God-Slaying Hall had attacked with the intent to exterminate his sect—this grudge Jun Changxiao kept in his heart.

When he had the strength in the future, he would definitely march his troops to Huayang Commandery!

Inside the great hall of the Iron Bones Sect.

Xie Guangkun, Ai Shangni, and the others were invited in.

Jun Changxiao sat in the seat of honor and cupped his hands: “This time our Iron Bones Sect faced calamity, and all of you rushed here to help. This favor, Jun will remember.”

City Lord Ao said: “Sect Master Jun helping the exterminated sects of Qingyang Commandery take revenge was the true favor. We came to help only to contribute a small bit of meager strength.”

To be honest.

They hadn’t contributed even a bit of strength and had been spectators the entire time.

But since they had fearlessly come to the Iron Bones Sect to help despite the demonic sects, that was a favor.

So Jun Changxiao said loudly: “Family Head Ai, please give each city lord and family head a Body Sculpting Pill on Jun’s behalf as thanks.”

“Mm.”

Ai Shangni waved his hand, took out two bottles of Body Sculpting Pills, and distributed them one by one to the seven city lords and over twenty family heads.

“This…”

City Lord Ao and the others were dumbfounded.

Only five Body Sculpting Pills were auctioned each month, and they were hard to buy even with money.

Family Head Ai had actually taken out so many at once—it was truly hard for them to believe!

Moreover.

With just one word from Sect Master Jun!

Ai Shangni was willing to take out so many Body Sculpting Pills—just how terrifyingly great was his face!

“Everyone.”

Jun Changxiao said: “This seat has already made arrangements. Please stay for a simple meal.”

“Sect Master Jun.”

City Lord Ao cupped his hands: “There are still matters in the city, so Ao will take his leave first!”

The other city lords and family heads also stood up one after another to bid farewell.

Jun Changxiao didn’t press them to stay and personally escorted them to the entrance, saying: “In the future, our Iron Bones Sect in Qingyang Commandery will need to rely heavily on everyone.”

“…”

Everyone’s mouths twitched.

Your Iron Bones Sect is this powerful, and you even have a Wuwang and a Wuhuang—it should be us who need to rely heavily on you!

After an exchange of pleasantries, City Lord Ao and the others left.

Xie Guangkun didn’t leave. Instead, he stood at the entrance and shook his head: “They’ve missed out on a meal of delicacies worthy of savoring for a lifetime.”

“Indeed.”

Ai Shangni deeply agreed.

The two hadn’t left because they wanted to eat the food Liu Wanshi made!

…

“Sect Master Jun.”

At the dining hall table, Xie Guangkun raised his cup: “Today’s Iron Bones Sect has truly opened Xie’s eyes wide!”

“First winning ten consecutive matches, then having a Wuhuang like Wei Lao appear—when the news spreads, it will surely cause an enormous sensation!” Ai Shangni also raised his wine cup.

One was the city lord of Qingyang Commandery, the other was the family head of the Ai Family. Both had good relations with Jun Changxiao, so naturally they were very happy!

“Alas.”

Jun Changxiao raised his cup: “This seat only wanted to develop the sect in a low-key manner, but alas, the tree wishes to remain still, yet the wind will not cease.”

“…”

Xie Guangkun and Ai Shangni’s mouths twitched slightly.

Going to Huayang Commandery and consecutively exterminating four demonic sects—that was incredibly low-key!

“Come!”

Jun Changxiao said: “Drink!”

The three of them drank heartily.

After three rounds of wine.

Xie Guangkun raised his cup again and said: “Sect Master Jun, if that Zhenyang Commandery launches a large-scale invasion, when the time comes, please lend your full support!”

This was his true intention in staying to eat and drink.

Wars frequently broke out in the Southwest Yang Province and could spread to Qingyang City at any moment. Although City Lord Xie had made preparations early on, he still couldn’t rest easy.

Now, the Iron Bones Sect not only had a Wuwang but also a Wuhuang. This made him realize that if they were stationed here, even if Zhenyang Commandery truly had plans to annex Qingyang Commandery, they would surely have reservations.

“Qingyang City is my home and cannot be bullied by others.”

Jun Changxiao laid down these words.

Even if he had no emotional attachment to Qingyang City, just based on City Lord Xie consistently supporting him during this period, he absolutely wouldn’t allow anyone to come and wantonly offend it.

Ai Shangni said: “When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. If Zhenyang Commandery kills their way over, Huyang City will likely be hard to preserve as well, so Ai hopes Sect Master Jun can also help out.”

“No problem,” Jun Changxiao said readily.

Never mind Huyang City—just based on today’s city lords and family heads coming to provide support, if anyone dared touch Qingyang Commandery, they would be touching him!

Of course.

The Hundred Sects Alliance was excluded.

This organization that always wanted to watch him be humiliated—Jun Changxiao had no mood to deal with them, and naturally wouldn’t help them either.

…

After drinking heartily, Xie Guangkun and Ai Shangni departed in good spirits.

Sect Master Jun expelled the alcohol from his body and hurriedly headed to the medicinal herb garden.

“Wei Lao!”

Arriving at the small pavilion outside the garden, he cupped his hands: “So you’re the true big boss!”

“Cough cough.”

Wei Lao, sitting on a stone bench, coughed twice and said with a haggard expression: “Already an old bag of bones with half my body in the grave—what kind of big boss is that?”

Jun Changxiao’s expression froze.

He could sense that Wei Lao’s current appearance was considerably more aged than before he had unleashed his cultivation.

“Sect Master.”

Wei Lao’s gaze showed bitterness as he said: “Although I have a Wuhuang cultivation realm, I don’t have a Wuhuang’s strength. I can only rely on my aura to intimidate people.”

Jun Changxiao was stupefied.

Wei Lao said: “There are many difficult and complicated illnesses in this world. For example, clearly having a high cultivation realm, yet one’s strength deteriorates day by day.”

“What kind of illness is this?” Jun Changxiao asked.

Wei Lao shook his head: “I once searched across the entire Xingyun Continent, visiting countless famous physicians. The answer I received from all of them was—an incurable disease.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao fell silent.

Wei Lao’s face was now slightly pale, and thinking back to how he had tripped at the foot of the mountain earlier, Jun Changxiao realized that unleashing his Wuhuang cultivation had cost him no small price.

“Wei Lao.”

Jun Changxiao said with a resolute gaze: “There is no illness in this world that cannot be cured, only physicians without ability. I will definitely find a way to completely eliminate your difficult and complicated illness.”

“I know my own illness clearly.”

Wei Lao smiled, then said with deep meaning: “Rather, Sect Master, don’t think that just because the sect has a Wuhuang, you can rest easy. The road ahead still depends on you walking it yourself.”