Because the Sect Leader had given advance notice, Li Qingyang handled the enrollment procedures for the thirty-nine students.
“Teacher Jun.”
Bang—
Jun Changxiao punched Huo Ling on the forehead. “From today on, call me Sect Leader!”
“Yes!”
Huo Ling, with a large bump on his head, said, “Sect Leader!”
“Qingyang.”
Jun Changxiao said, “These new disciples will be under your arrangement!”
“Yes.”
Li Qingyang led a group of junior brothers to the newly renovated inner courtyard, assigned them rooms and uniforms, and instructed, “Gather at the training grounds early tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Huo Ling said with a grin.
After Li Qingyang left, these students from the academy began discussing in shock.
“The Iron Bones Sect disciples we met on the way all had such thick auras!”
“Their strength must be even greater than Senior Sister Liu’s!”
“Especially in the outer courtyard, that young man punishing the disciple—his strength must be at least high-grade Martial Grandmaster level!”
These exceptionally talented young masters originally thought that upon joining the Iron Bones Sect, they could compare themselves with the most ordinary disciples, but then realized they weren’t even up to standard!
“Tch.”
Chu Xiúnan said disdainfully, “I don’t believe the Iron Bones Sect doesn’t have a single mediocre person!”
With that, he strode toward the outer courtyard.
“Young Master Chu, where are you going?”
“To spar with fellow disciples!”
“……”
Everyone’s mouths twitched.
“Young Master Chu!”
Just then, Huo Ling cried out in alarm, “Watch out!”
Chu Xiúnan froze.
Bang—
The Happy Football shot from the outer courtyard and slammed hard into his face. His whole body became embedded in the wall.
“Hiss!”
Everyone gasped.
……
“Damn… damn it…”
In a corner of the outer courtyard, Chu Xiúnan covered his swollen face and said angrily, “Actually sneak attacking me—so despicable!”
“Young Master Chu.”
Huo Ling said in a low voice, “The Iron Bones Sect disciples are all too strong. You absolutely must not go spar with them.”
Nonsense!
Of course I’m not that stupid!
If I’m going to challenge someone, I’ll challenge the weakest person in the sect……
Hmm?
Just then, Chu Xiúnan saw a disciple standing at the gate and said proudly, “This guy must be the gatekeeper. I can try him first!”
With that, he got up and walked over.
……
“The sect created by the Seven Mysteries Sacred Venerable is indeed extraordinary. In just a few days, I should be able to reach peak Martial Master level,” He Wudi thought to himself.
This martial cultivator from the upper realm had truly strong aptitude. Even after having his level reset to zero multiple times, he could still reach such heights!
Even Ye Xingchen at his peak couldn’t compare to him!
As someone experienced, He Wudi knew that advancing too quickly would arouse suspicion and eventually bring trouble, so he always relied on the ‘Hidden Cultivation Technique’ to suppress his realm.
His current surface cultivation was sixth-grade Martial Master.
He didn’t completely hide it because he couldn’t be too low-key, or else the Sect Leader would think he was weak.
Speaking of the realm-suppressing Hidden Cultivation Technique, He Wudi felt like crying.
Having cultivated so many martial arts in the higher plane, he came to the Xingyun Continent unable to practice any of them—except for this one martial art he could use, which was for hiding his cultivation!
“Sigh.”
He Wudi sighed deeply.
“Hey.”
Suddenly, a voice came to his ear: “Gatekeeper, how about we spar?”
Gatekeeper?
He Wudi froze, his face immediately darkening.
“Junior Brother.”
He turned his head and said, “Remember, I’m the final disciple, not the gatekeeper.”
Final disciple?
No wonder when we came in, he conveniently closed the door.
“Hahaha!”
Chu Xiúnan couldn’t help covering his mouth against a pillar, laughing loudly. “So this is what a ‘final disciple’ is!”
He’s mocking me?
A newly arrived junior brother is mocking me?
This is intolerable!
He Wudi charged forward in a flash, his large hand grabbing Chu Xiúnan’s collar and executing a fierce over-the-shoulder throw, then mounted him and started raining down punches!
Boom! Boom!
Fist met flesh, every strike fierce!
Huo Ling and the others standing in the distance were shocked, mouths agape!
It turned out that in the Iron Bones Sect, even a disciple responsible for closing the gate was this formidable!
“Oh?”
Jun Changxiao, walking out of the main hall, looked at He Wudi administering the beating and murmured, “This guy’s emanating aura seems a bit strong.”
With so many disciples now, he couldn’t possibly pay attention to all of them all the time, so he didn’t know much about many disciples’ martial cultivation.
“Sect Leader.”
Li Qingyang said, “Junior Brother He is already a sixth-grade Martial Master.”
Jun Changxiao said in surprise, “Advancing so quickly?”
Though his sect’s martial resources and equipment were powerful, for someone who had lost his memory several times in succession to break through to such a level was truly incomprehensible!
The System said, “Perhaps this disciple of yours, like Ye Xingchen, cultivated some martial art above Divine Grade.”
“It’s possible.”
Jun Changxiao put on his Dazzling Sunglasses, locked onto He Wudi, and activated the analysis function.
Cultivation: Ninth-grade Martial Master.
Aptitude: Super Divine Grade Spirit Root.
Strength: 130,000 jin.
Looking at the spirit root displayed in the aptitude section, Sect Leader Jun exclaimed, “There’s actually a spirit root higher than Divine Grade?”
The System said, “The highest spirit root level on the Xingyun Continent is Divine Grade Spirit Root.”
“Then what does Super Divine Grade mean?”
“Perhaps… like you, he’s not from this world.”
Jun Changxiao said in shock, “He’s also a transmigrator?”
The System said, “This kind of Super Divine Grade aptitude only exists in higher planes. He might be from the upper realm.”
Jun Changxiao fell silent.
Having been on the Xingyun Continent for so long, he already understood that this was just one of many planes. In the vast universe, there were many higher planes, often called the upper realm by people.
Fortunately, the main quest the System gave him was to become the strongest sect on the Xingyun Continent. If it were to become the strongest sect in the entire universe, he’d definitely give up immediately and just wait for death after a hundred years.
“That’s not right.”
Jun Changxiao stroked his chin. “The aura he’s emanating is sixth-grade Martial Master, so why does the analysis show his realm is ninth-grade Martial Master?”
“He must be using some mental technique to hide his cultivation,” the System said.
Jun Changxiao said, “To be able to evade my spiritual awareness—if it’s a mental technique, it’s quite miraculous.”
“Although the sect has already gained fame, it will inevitably arouse suspicion from others. If I and my disciples could all learn this mental technique, it wouldn’t be so shocking to the world.”
Rising to prominence in such a short time would definitely make major powers suspicious.
They haven’t encountered trouble now because they haven’t caught people’s attention. Later, as their fame grows, they’ll inevitably become the focus of attention.
Having sect disciples suppress their cultivation to an understandable level would definitely do more good than harm.
……
At the main gate.
Chu Xiúnan, who went looking for the weakest person to spar with, was beaten black and blue, beaten until he had no will to live.
Serves him right.
He could have picked anyone, but he picked He Wudi!
Though his cultivation wasn’t the highest in the sect, his aptitude was definitely the strongest.
Even if his cultivation dropped another realm level, he could still beat this arrogant young master until he couldn’t find north.
“Wudi.”
Sect Leader Jun standing in front of the main hall, with a smile all over his face, waved at him. “Come here for a moment.”
This smile was damn eerie. He Wudi’s heart immediately filled with an ominous premonition.
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