“The Sect Master and Senior Sister and Brothers have returned!”

The peaceful Iron Bone Sect, with one loud shout, instantly became boisterous.

When many disciples learned from Su Xiaomo’s mouth that not only had Junior Brother Xiao Zuiji won the championship, but several martial brothers had also monopolized the top three positions, they immediately cheered excitedly.

As members of the sect, they naturally valued this honor!

“Alas.”

Liu Wanshi leaned against the dining hall entrance, pouting. “I worked so hard to nourish them until they were nice and plump, and after only a few days away, they’ve gotten so much thinner.”

“Sect Master, what should we do with this person?” Xiao Zuiji said, carrying the unconscious Ye Xingchen.

Jun Changxiao considered briefly. “Settle him in the Medicine Pavilion for now.”

Xiao Zuiji received the order and entered the Medicine Pavilion, tossing Ye Xingchen onto a sickbed. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the man speak in a near sleep-talking manner: “I want to defy heaven…”

Defy heaven?

Does heaven owe you money?

Xiao Zuiji figured he was talking in his sleep, paid it no mind, and turned to leave.

…

On the training grounds.

Many disciples stared wide-eyed at a black and white spherical object, asking in confusion, “Senior Brother, what is this?”

Su Xiaomo smiled. “This is called a Happy Soccer Ball. The Sect Master brought it out, saying that kicking it every day can not only cultivate one’s temperament but also improve leg strength.”

A disciple leaned closer, looking at the small characters written on the soccer ball, and read aloud: “Year 8018, World Cup Final, China Men’s National Soccer Team defeats Brazil Men’s National Soccer Team match-specific ball.”

“Senior Brother, what does this mean?”

“I don’t know either.”

Su Xiaomo waved his hand. “Everyone stand back, I’ll kick it once for you to see.”

“Okay!”

Everyone hurriedly retreated.

Su Xiaomo took several steps back, ran up for momentum, and kicked hard. With a “whoosh,” the ball shot out explosively, viciously smashing into the outer wall, showing a dented and cracked state.

That kick was comparable to the Mighty Steel Leg from Shaolin Soccer!

“Clap clap.”

Su Xiaomo clapped his hands. “How was that?”

“Amazing!”

“Senior Brother, that kick just now had at least a thousand pounds of force!”

The disciples exclaimed in admiration.

Truly worthy of being a soccer ball from the year 8018—enduring such high force, it was merely bounced back without breaking or deforming.

…

Jun Changxiao spent 10 contribution points to buy a Happy Soccer Ball for disciples to kick when they had nothing to do, with the purpose of training their coordination.

The next day.

After slightly modifying the training grounds to turn it into a simple soccer field and explaining the rules to the disciples, he had them divide into two teams and begin competing.

“My face hurts so much…” Ye Xingchen, lying in the Medicine Pavilion, awoke leisurely and subconsciously touched his face. His eyes immediately became cold and fierce.

He vaguely recalled that he seemed to have been hit by a flying concealed weapon and then lost consciousness.

Damn it!

I, Ye Xingchen.

A generation of Wudi who once dominated the continent, was actually ambushed by a concealed weapon!

After resting a bit, he struggled to sit up, then surveyed his surroundings, murmuring, “Was I saved by someone?”

“Never mind.”

“Leave this place first, find a blessed land rich in spiritual power, and begin cultivation, striving to step into Wudi as soon as possible.”

Ye Xingchen opened the door with a “creak,” but before he could walk out, with a “bang,” his entire face was hit by a soccer ball, and he fell straight to the ground.

“Li Fei!”

Su Xiaomo on the training grounds roared, “How did you pass that ball!”

The disciple called Li Fei scratched his head. “Senior Brother, this is my first time kicking—I haven’t found my aim yet.”

“Go pick up the ball quickly!”

“Okay, okay!”

Li Fei hurriedly retrieved the ball.

The Iron Bone Sect disciples once again joyfully kicked the ball around. Though they looked like they couldn’t even qualify as an amateur team, having opened several meridians, the force of their kicks was quite strong!

“Damn… damn it…” Ye Xingchen stood up covering his face, furious beyond measure. “Ambushed this emperor again!”

“Bang!”

The soccer ball once again flew into the Medicine Pavilion at a tricky angle, directly hitting his forehead, and he fell straight down again.

Su Xiaomo went berserk. “Li Fei, what kind of footwork is that!”

Li Fei scratched his head awkwardly, then picked up the ball and continued kicking.

“Smack.” Ye Xingchen placed one hand on the sickbed and slowly stood up, his eyes flashing with towering killing intent. “This emperor will remember today’s grudge!”

With that, he hurriedly ran to the doorway and shut the door, afraid the round concealed weapon would fly in again.

“Who are these people?”

“Why are they ambushing this emperor?”

Ye Xingchen pressed against the wall by the door, tilting his head to look toward the training grounds through the window.

“Creak!”

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Jun Changxiao strode in, saw the sickbed was empty, and said in confusion, “Where did that kid go?”

“Thud.” Squeezed behind the door, Ye Xingchen stood straight and fell sideways, white foam still coming from his mouth.

Jun Changxiao turned around. “Why is he hiding behind the door?”

…

Half an hour later.

The pain in Ye Xingchen’s body gradually dissipated. His eyes cold and fierce, he said, “Who are you?”

“Huh?”

Jun Changxiao was quite surprised.

This fellow looked younger than himself, yet his eyes revealed a sense of vicissitude, as if he had eaten a lot of roads and walked through a lot of rice.

Not simple, not simple.

Jun Changxiao said, “I’m called Jun Changxiao, Sect Master of the Iron Bone Clanging Sect.”

Iron Bone Clanging Sect?

Ye Xingchen said coolly, “Such an unpleasant sect name—I imagine it’s not any great sect either.”

Oh my goodness.

Thinking my sect name sounds bad and saying it’s not a great sect—this fellow is a bit cocky.

Jun Changxiao said, “And who are you?”

Ye Xingchen raised his eyebrows arrogantly. “You only need to remember that I am an existence you cannot afford to provoke.”

This isn’t just a bit cocky—this is extremely cocky!

“Swish!”

Ye Xingchen stood up and walked toward the door, saying coolly, “Don’t provoke me in the future, otherwise, I will…” His eyes flashed with killing intent.

“Bang!” The soccer ball shot explosively from outside, accurately hitting his face. Perhaps because it had happened so many times, this time he fainted again.

…

When Ye Xingchen regained consciousness, he discovered he was tied up and bound to a chair.

“Sect Master, he’s awake!” Su Xiaomo said.

Jun Changxiao walked in from outside, smiling. “Kid, this seat doesn’t care how awesome you are. From today on, you’re a member of my Iron Bone Clanging Sect.”

Intuition told him that this fellow with sharp eyes definitely had a story, and his identity definitely wasn’t simple.

The sect happened to still have 399 slots available, so he’d recruit him first.

As for the missing slot, it was taken by Liu Wanshi—they just needed to go through the process of filling out forms and stamping seals.

Ye Xingchen’s eyes were sinister.

As one of the former Ten Great Wudi, having just been reborn, repeatedly ambushed, and finally tied up—this could be tolerated, but what couldn’t be!

“Kid!” He said coldly, “I won’t join, because your sect isn’t qualified to contain me.”

Jun Changxiao said, “You think you’re a Wudi that can’t be contained?”

Ye Xingchen’s eyes became increasingly sinister, looking quite frightening.

At this moment, according to the plot of a reborn powerhouse protagonist, being so scorned by the villain sect master, he should totally activate showing-off and face-slapping mode.

Reality, however, was that Jun Changxiao leaned closer and said, “I’ll give you the time it takes to count to three to consider, otherwise don’t blame this seat for being impolite.”

“Are you threatening me?” Ye Xingchen said.

Jun Changxiao withdrew, waving his hand. “This seat is not only threatening you, I also dare to hit you.”

“Swish!”

Su Xiaomo swung a punch, hitting his face, and said arrogantly, “The Sect Master taking a liking to you is your good fortune. Putting on that sour face, acting like some peerless expert!”

Ye Xingchen exploded with rage.

“You still dare glare at me!” Su Xiaomo raised his fist again and began violently ravaging him, beating him black and blue in just a short while.

Ye Xingchen, the Night Emperor.

An existence who couldn’t be provoked had fallen to this state—how lamentable!

However, he ultimately compromised, because he was moved to the training grounds where dozens of disciples stood far away, Happy Soccer Balls at their feet. If he didn’t agree, each person would kick once, kicking until he agreed…