Jun Changxiao valued He Wudi’s innate divine strength.

He Wudi, having just arrived, needed to understand everything about the continent, so the two hit it off immediately, forming a partnership of mutual convenience.

Perhaps this was fate working in mysterious ways!

“Let’s go.”

Jun Changxiao took out the Sect Leader Ball and summoned the Purple Lightning Young Tiger, saying: “Follow this Seat to Cangshan Sect.”

Since he’d taken him as a disciple, he naturally couldn’t keep calling him ‘little brother.’

“A lightning-attribute demonic beast?”

He Wudi thought with some surprise: “For this fellow to control such a rare demonic beast at his young age, he’s not simple.”

“Sect Leader.”

He asked: “Should I follow behind?”

Though He Wudi’s cultivation had once been high, his personality wasn’t arrogant.

Having now accepted the reality of falling from max level to zero, after joining the Iron Bones Sect, he truly regarded himself as a disciple.

Much better than Ye Xingchen.

That guy, after his soul-seizure rebirth, kept acting like he was still a Martial Emperor, putting on airs as if he were supremely impressive, only to be severely disciplined by Sect Leader Jun with the ball.

Living in the world, one must know how to adapt, how to adjust to one’s environment.

Someone like He Wudi, though temporarily fallen, had a good mentality—returning to his peak was only a matter of time.

Someone like Ye Xingchen, if he hadn’t encountered Sect Leader Jun and joined the Iron Bones Sect, would definitely have faced many twists and dangers on his growth path.

Of course, though He Wudi’s strength was formidable, he wasn’t at the pinnacle in his original plane. To survive, he would yield and compromise, which shaped this personality.

Night Emperor was different.

In his previous life, he was one of Xingyun Continent’s Ten Great Martial Emperors, among the strongest.

Someone who’d reached that pinnacle, surveying all beneath, would naturally have that supreme, solitary pride.

“Snap.”

Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers.

“Whoosh!”

The Hurricane Wolf King, hiding in the shadows, sprang out.

“Ride it.” Jun Changxiao said.

Seeing the wolf beast king that had just been sent flying, He Wudi’s expression froze, then understanding dawned and his mouth twitched: “Sect Leader, you set me up earlier!”

“Stop babbling.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Hurry up and mount, we’re traveling.”

When recruiting for the sect, he called people ‘little sweetie.’

After recruiting for the sect, he displayed sect leader authority, calling people ‘Mrs. Niu’—truly shameless!

At that moment, He Wudi felt like joining the sect meant falling into a wolf’s den.

However, this fellow had a lightning-attribute demonic beast and also a wolf beast king—perhaps the Iron Bones Clanging Sect was truly formidable.

“If I’m satisfied, I’ll continue cultivating.”

“If it’s very ordinary, I’ll find an opportunity to leave.”

As He Wudi murmured to himself, the Hurricane Wolf King opened its four limbs and shot forward like wind.

He nearly lost his grip and was thrown off, bellowing: “I’m an ordinary person right now—can’t you be a bit more considerate!”

“Wudi!”

On the road, Jun Changxiao proclaimed loudly: “Remember, my Iron Bones Clanging Sect’s first principle is: Be a person of iron bones, do deeds of iron bones!”

The system interjected: “Host, stop pinching that escape talisman.”

“Screw off.”

…

Cangshan Sect.

The two Martial Kings and twenty Martial Ancestors that Jun Changxiao had killed had already been dealt with, and their spatial rings had been conveniently taken by Ye Xingchen.

In his year cultivating at the Iron Bones Sect, what he’d learned most proficiently was looting.

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

Before long, the Purple Lightning Young Tiger and Hurricane Wolf King leaped in from outside.

“Sect Leader Jun!” Sect Leader Yu, who’d been waiting, hurriedly asked: “Did that Shui Tingfeng escape, or…”

“Killed him.” Jun Changxiao said.

Sect Leader Yu’s mouth twitched.

All those experts from the two sects of Zhenyang Commandery—he’d resolved them all without leaving a single survivor. Truly fierce!

“This one is…” Sect Leader Yu looked toward He Wudi.

Jun Changxiao said: “A disciple I took in along the way.”

Sect Leader Yu was immediately dumbfounded.

Going to pursue and kill Shui Tingfeng, he’d casually recruited another disciple along the way—what kind of operation was this!

Ye Xingchen glanced at He Wudi and thought inwardly: “Crude commoner.”

Lu Qianqian remained ice-cold as ever.

If Su Xiaomo and Li Fei had been present, they’d definitely already have their arms around the new disciple’s shoulders, enthusiastically chatting.

“Where’s Elder Ma?”

“He’s already been sent to the Medicine Hall for treatment.”

Jun Changxiao hurried to the Medicine Hall and gave Ma Yunteng a Mid-Grade Healing Pill.

“What? Sect Leader Jun is a Sword-Martial Dual King!”

“What? Three Martial Kings and twenty Martial Ancestors were all killed by him alone!”

After regaining consciousness, Elder Ma learned everything from Wang Donglin and his eyes immediately widened, his gaze filled with disbelief.

“Sect Leader Yu.”

In the great hall, Jun Changxiao cupped his fists: “With Zhenyang Commandery invading, this Jun must still guard Qingyang City, so I’ll take my leave first.”

“Sect Leader Jun, to dare contend against a Sixth-Rank Commandery for the sake of the common people—Yu deeply admires this.” Sect Leader Yu said earnestly: “My Cangshan Sect is willing to assist your sect in jointly defending Qingyang Commandery!”

At this moment, he had to take a stance.

He wouldn’t consider whether to actually participate in the war.

“No need.”

Jun Changxiao said: “What comes next, this Jun can handle very well.”

“Eh…”

Sect Leader Yu was stunned.

The Sixth-Rank Zhenyang Commandery, two fourth-rate sects—Sect Leader Jun could handle it? How would he handle it?

“Sect Leader Yu.”

Jun Changxiao stood and cupped his fists: “This Jun will take his leave first.”

He was also decisive. After speaking, he led Lu Qianqian, Ye Xingchen, and the newly recruited He Wudi in hurried departure.

On the road, without hesitation, he opened the Mid-Tier Shop and purchased an Initial-Grade Spirit Medicine, returning his contribution value to normal.

Recalling the Martial Emperor who’d come earlier to kill him, Jun Changxiao realized this matter definitely wouldn’t end peacefully, so he took out the Ceasefire Token and carved the three characters ‘Zhenyang Commandery’ on it.

He worried that Guiyuan Sect’s powerful experts might come to kill him again, so he urgently hoped to quickly enter ceasefire status.

As for whether it would be effective, he could only pray in his heart.

Whoosh!

Just then, the Ceasefire Token flashed with dazzling light.

The system said: “It’s taken effect.”

“Really?”

Jun Changxiao was immediately overjoyed.

…

In the deep pit, the Lingyuan Sect Martial Emperor who’d been knocked unconscious finally awoke. Clutching his head as he stood up, his face twisted as he said: “So… so painful…”

Wait!

Wasn’t I cultivating in the sect? How did I end up here?

This Martial Emperor climbed out of the deep pit and, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, was filled with incomprehension. He tried hard to recall but couldn’t remember anything.

This was the Ceasefire Token’s effect.

Guiyuan Sect had already pledged allegiance to Zhenyang Commandery’s governor. After the Ceasefire Token took effect, he’d temporarily forgotten all grievances.

Actually, thinking about it, it made sense.

Guiyuan Sect and Broken Water Pavilion’s arrangements were under the governor’s orders.

Jun Changxiao coming to assist and killing their people meant creating enmity with Zhenyang Commandery.

Writing ‘Zhenyang Commandery’ on the Ceasefire Token—once it took effect, all grievances related to Zhenyang Commandery would be forcibly erased.

Duration: three months.

When the effect wore off, whether this Martial Emperor or Zhenyang Commandery, all would return to normal.

At that time, those who should be killed would still be killed, those who should attack would still attack.

Jun Changxiao didn’t know this. After returning to Qingyang City, worried the Ceasefire Token wasn’t reliable, he still actively arranged defenses.

“Sect Leader.”

Several days later, Li Luoqiu brought news: “Heyang Commandery has also fallen, but the White Tiger Legion’s main force has already withdrawn and shows no intention of attacking Qingyang Commandery.”

Hearing this, Jun Changxiao felt relieved.

Since the ceasefire effect had taken hold, he handed the city back to Xie Guangkun, then led his disciples back to the sect.

“Sect Leader.”

On the road, He Wudi said: “You promised—closing-door disciple.”

“Mm.”

After returning to the sect, Jun Changxiao arranged him at the main gate, responsible for closing the door each night when darkness fell.

A true closing-door disciple!

“…”

Standing before the vermilion gate, He Wudi was disheveled by the wind, inwardly collapsing: “What kind of scheme is this!”