“The Ouyang Family’s Grand Elder was forced back several dozen steps by a single sword strike, and Instructor Jun strode forward!”

“At that moment, swift as lightning, as the sword momentum erupted, it instantly pulled all the surrounding sword weapons over, executing an incredibly awesome sword technique!”

“Guess what happened?”

In Juying Hall, Huo Ling stood with one foot on a chair, gesturing animatedly as he described to his classmates what had happened earlier at the dueling platform.

“What happened?”

The students asked urgently, their eyes full of anticipation.

Huo Ling transformed into an author at that moment, deliberately whetting readers’ appetites. Only after everyone had waited until their butts were practically on fire did he slowly continue: “The Ouyang Family’s Grand Elder retreated from the dueling platform, the Flowing Cloud Sword was slashed in half, and on his chest was shockingly a deep and long sword mark!”

“My heavens!”

Everyone exclaimed in unison.

Such a king-level battle—just hearing Huo Ling describe it was already this spectacular. If they could witness it with their own eyes, it would definitely be even more heart-stopping!

Someone said worshipfully: “Instructor Jun is too strong!”

“More than strong!”

Huo Ling said: “Simply frighteningly strong!”

“Even the number one student on the Outstanding Heroes List wouldn’t be worth mentioning before Instructor Jun!”

Jun Changxiao’s single move defeating a peak-level Martial King made the Juying Hall students extremely admiring.

“Tch.”

Chu Xiunan, with both legs propped on the desk, curled his lip and said: “That just means the Ouyang Family’s strength is mediocre. If they dared to provoke my Chu Family, we would definitely make that guy walk in and crawl out.”

“Heh heh.”

Someone laughed: “Young Master Chu’s family has Martial Emperor powerhouses. Instructor Jun might not have the guts to go there.”

“Exactly.”

Chu Xiunan said proudly: “Even if he’s a Sword-Martial Dual King, before a Martial Emperor he’s ultimately just…”

At this point, his voice stopped abruptly.

Because at the academy entrance, Jun Changxiao was standing there, smiling.

“Instructor Jun!”

Huo Ling exclaimed, then nimbly removed his leg from the chair and sat down properly with an upright posture.

The other students returned to their seats with extreme speed, presenting the appearance of obedient babies.

Chu Xiunan very much wanted to continue keeping both legs on the desk, but remembering this guy’s violent methods, he reluctantly and unwillingly began to withdraw them…

Bang!

Jun Changxiao appeared before him, and a loving iron fist directly laid him out on the floor before commencing a storm of abuse!

Everyone watching immediately shivered.

After a wild beating, Chu Xiunan lay on the ground like a pile of mud, howling inwardly: “You didn’t even give me a chance to put my feet down!”

Smack!

Jun Changxiao placed both palms on the lectern and said in a deep voice: “This seat reiterates once more—anyone who displays improper behavior while in the academy will receive severe punishment.”

“Yes, Instructor Jun!”

The students shouted in unison, their voices extremely resonant!

“To become a powerful expert, you can’t rely solely on martial techniques. You must also have a sufficiently strong physical body. Today’s lesson is…” Jun Changxiao’s mouth curved into a demonic smile as he said: “Run one thousand laps around the training grounds!”

“Huh?”

“Who has objections?”

“No objections, Instructor Jun!”

“Get moving!”

“Yes!”

…

The academy training grounds were typically used by instructors for outdoor teaching, and some students without classes also liked to come here to cultivate.

At this very moment.

The students on the training grounds were dumbfounded one by one, because the geniuses from Juying Hall were running circles around them.

Were these still those usually haughty young lords?

“No using spiritual power—use the purest physical body to run!” Jun Changxiao stood with hands behind his back like a military officer, shouting.

“Yes!”

Everyone shouted in unison.

Because they feared Instructor Jun’s violent torment, they truly didn’t dare use spiritual energy, relying entirely on their two legs to sprint wildly.

One thousand laps.

This was a terrifying number.

They had only run about thirty laps and their faces were already flushed red, drenched in sweat.

The academy training grounds were very large—one lap was at least five or six miles. After thirty-plus laps, they had run nearly two hundred miles.

Without using spiritual power to drive themselves and having to run in the shortest time possible, relying solely on their own strength, that was absolutely painful torture!

As for a thousand laps, forget students whose cultivation was at Martial Master—even if a Martial King came, relying purely on physical body to run, it would be impossible to accomplish in a short time.

“Can’t… can’t do it anymore, can’t do it…”

After reaching a hundred laps, one student directly collapsed on the ground.

Others also began dropping out successively, unable to care about how noble their status was, collapsing on the ground one by one.

Jun Changxiao didn’t punish them either, continuing to observe the others running while thinking: “Among these pampered young lords, there are still some with solid physical foundations.”

“If they join the Tiegu Sect and train in the Body Refinement Hall and Trial Tower, they will definitely have good improvement.”

Some might ask—having otherworldly martial cultivators run laps, isn’t that too low-class?

Actually, Sect Master Jun’s purpose in doing this wasn’t to have them temper their physical bodies, but primarily to dampen the arrogance these young lords carried.

“Tsk tsk, a group of great clan young lords actually running circles around the training grounds—this is truly unexpected.”

“Instructor Jun still has methods. If it were another instructor, they would have probably turned the place upside down.”

“So they say, wicked people still need wicked people to grind them down.”

Instructors in the distance gathered together, discussing in low voices.

“Principal.”

The Vice Principal said in anguish: “All the Juying Hall students are very pampered. Making them run around in front of everyone is undoubtedly trampling their self-respect.”

Situ Haoyun said: “Aren’t they running quite happily?”

“…”

The Vice Principal muttered inwardly: “With Jun Changxiao ready to resort to violence at the slightest disagreement, of course they’re running happily!”

…

One thousand laps was just something Sect Master Jun said casually.

In fact, without using spiritual energy, within a short time, the Juying Hall students simply couldn’t accomplish it. So after running for a period, they all collapsed on the ground completely exhausted.

At this moment, they couldn’t care that classmates were watching them. They just wanted to lie on the grass a while longer, enjoying more of that comfortable feeling brought by relaxed muscles.

“That’s all for today,” Jun Changxiao said. “We’ll continue tomorrow.”

Huh?

Huo Ling and the others lay on the ground with expressions of having lost the will to live.

…

After ending the class, Jun Changxiao returned to the inn.

Ouyang Jun stood outside the guest room waiting. Seeing him return, he quickly cupped his fists: “Sect Master Jun, thank you for taking care of Wanshi this past year.”

Jun Changxiao said: “She’s this seat’s disciple. Taking care of her is only natural.”

“Sect Master Jun.”

Ouyang Jun said: “I’ll leave Wanshi in your hands.”

With that, he was about to turn and leave.

“Creak.”

Just then, Liu Wanshi pushed open the room door and said coolly: “Sect Master, the sect is still short a cook.”

“True enough.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Since you’ve already left the Ouyang Family, are you interested in coming to my Tiegu Sect?”

Ouyang Jun had spoken those words earlier in the Ouyang Family, which Jun had already captured with his spiritual sense. He also knew the man was chasing after them.

That’s why he proactively asked Liu Wanshi, providing this father and daughter with an opportunity to communicate.

“Interested!” Ouyang Jun said.

He didn’t care about being a cook at the Tiegu Sect. He simply hoped to be together with his daughter and make up for the debt he owed her.

“After the Culinary Arts Competition ends, you can follow this seat back to the Tiegu Sect,” Jun Changxiao said.

“Alright, alright.”

Ouyang Jun replied.

Liu Wanshi snorted coldly, then closed the door and continued researching the Huaxia Recipe Collection.

Jun Changxiao shook his head, thinking: “This fractured father-daughter relationship will still need quite some time to mend.”