Ye Xingchen compromised.

It wasn’t that he lacked backbone, but rather the youth whose body he had just seized upon rebirth was only at the first stage of Meridian Opening—completely unable to fight back.

Moreover, those concealed weapons kicked by this group of Iron Bone Sect disciples carried at least several hundred pounds of force—his small frame simply couldn’t withstand it!

Regardless of whether Ye Xingchen could become a Wudi in the future, whether he could pull down the greatest empress of all time from her divine altar, right now he was ultimately just a weakling who had just been reborn.

To avoid singing a dirge, he could only choose to endure.

Detestable fellows, detestable Iron Bone Clanging Sect!

Once this emperor cultivates the Supreme Profound Scripture to completion and raises his realm, I’ll trample you all underfoot and ruthlessly grind you down!

Ye Xingchen roared in his heart.

How furious he was, how unwilling!

However, speaking of which, why did Jun Changxiao want to recruit Ye Xingchen?

In his view, someone who could reveal such vicissitude in their eyes must have experienced something, making them easier to work with than cultivating a naive youth.

…

The next day.

Witnessed by ninety-nine disciples, Liu Wanshi and the bound Ye Xingchen, following proper procedures of filling forms and stamping seals, officially became the 101st and 102nd disciples of the Iron Bone Sect.

“Ding!”

“Sect Members: 102/500.”

“Ding!”

“Sect Contribution Points: 274/500.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Qingyang, distribute the uniforms to them.”

“Yes.”

Li Qingyang came over carrying several sets of male and female sect attire.

Liu Wanshi took hers and smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Sect Master! Thank you, Second Senior Brother!”

She had envied this distinctive sect attire for a long time, and today she finally got her wish.

After being untied, Ye Xingchen reluctantly took the sect attire, thinking hatefully, “This emperor will let you act cocky for a while. Once I comprehend the Supreme Profound Scripture, I’ll definitely take your life!”

“Dudu, Xingchen, come with me.”

Jun Changxiao led the two to the great hall and tossed them two copies of the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture. “This is our sect’s entry-level cultivation method. Take it and cultivate first. Remember, don’t pass it to others.”

He had just spent 10 contribution points to copy up to 1000 copies as backup.

Ye Xingchen took the brand-new manual and thought disdainfully, “How could this garbage cultivation method enter this emperor’s eyes?”

Liu Wanshi happily hugged the manual and smiled. “Thank you, Sect Master! Dudu will definitely cultivate diligently!”

“Getting so happy over a low-level cultivation method—truly just a common mortal.” Ye Xingchen looked down on the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture from the bottom of his heart.

This was understandable.

After all, he had the Supreme Profound Scripture, and had even fallen once for it.

…

Liu Wanshi initially wasn’t a disciple and lived in the dining hall, but now that she’d joined, she had her own separate room adjacent to Lu Qianqian’s.

Ye Xingchen was also allocated lodging. Seeing the beautifully layered inner courtyard, he thought with surprise, “For a ninth-rate sect, the construction isn’t bad.”

“Very well.”

“I’ll start this emperor’s journey back to the peak right here!”

He entered his room, initially intending to cultivate the Supreme Profound Scripture, but his hand itched and he flipped open the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture.

Why would I have the thought to look at a garbage cultivation method?

Probably boredom…

Ye Xingchen mocked himself, then locked his gaze on the incantation recorded on the first page. Gradually, his expression froze, and finally he couldn’t control himself and exclaimed, “Divine-grade cultivation method!”

As a former Wudi, Ye Xingchen was more authoritative than Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang. With just a cursory understanding, he could determine its quality.

Moreover, it was a divine-grade body cultivation method!

Ye Xingchen said gravely, “A ninth-rate sect possesses an extremely precious body cultivation method. Is this emperor dreaming, or has today, thousands of years later, become an era where divine-grade items are as common as dogs and saint-grade items walk everywhere?”

Continuing to study it, his state of mind surged with towering waves.

This Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture seemed simple, but in reality contained profound mysteries—absolutely a body cultivation method that was hard to come by!

“This emperor back then had a poorly tempered physical body, unable to withstand spatial tearing, unable to take that step of shattering the void!”

“Now reborn, not only do I have the Supreme Profound Scripture, but also a divine-grade body cultivation method. Even with this worthless body, achieving Wudi and shattering the void will be an easy matter!”

“Hahaha!” Ye Xingchen laughed loudly.

“Whoosh—”

The Happy Soccer Ball flew in through the open window, directly crashing into his face, accompanied by Su Xiaomo’s voice: “Middle of the night, are you going to let people sleep or not!”

“Damn it!”

Ye Xingchen covered his forehead and roared, “Kid, this emperor remembers you!”

…

Night fell, all was quiet.

Jun Changxiao had no mind for sleep, sitting on a stone pavilion bench as if considering something.

“The one who assassinated me in the great hall must have been an assassin sent by Lingquan Sect. Who sent that group of black-clothed figures outside Liyang City?”

Jun Changxiao summarized the troubles he’d provoked since arriving in this other world. Thinking it over, he felt Lingquan Sect had the strongest motive.

“Now that I’ve stepped into Fifth-Rank Wutu and have the Seal-Breaking Talisman, it’s time to go to Lingquan Sect and seek justice.”

His eyes became cold and fierce.

Jun Changxiao didn’t think that after the Lingquan Sect’s assassin failed, they would just give up. Rather than passively taking beatings, better to take the initiative and let them understand he wasn’t to be trifled with.

“Whoosh!”

Suddenly, a slight sound of wind breaking reached his ears.

Before his breakthrough, Jun Changxiao definitely would have had difficulty detecting it, but after stepping into Wutu, his eyes, ears, nose, and all aspects had improved. Even if a grain of sand fell before him, he could hear the movement.

“Someone’s here!”

He abruptly stood up, dodging to the side.

Having just retreated, a black shadow burst from the darkness. The sharp sword in their hand slashed past his back, nearly hitting!

Having steadied himself, Jun Changxiao pulled out the Desert Eagle to shoot, but saw the black shadow, having missed with one strike, lightly tap their toes and instantly disappear into the night.

“…” His brows furrowed tightly.

The system said, “Host should purchase a sect protection formation as soon as possible to protect the sect. Otherwise, people can enter and exit freely as if in an unguarded realm.”

“Does the Basic Shop sell them?” Jun Changxiao said.

The system said, “Yes, but it requires lucky refreshes.”

Even if it required luck, he had to refresh. After all, this coming and going at will was truly infuriating, especially since the attack was only on himself—if they attacked disciples, it would be troublesome.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, a scream rang out.

Jun Changxiao hurriedly rushed into the male disciples’ wing, pushing open the door to see Ye Xingchen covering his buttocks and roaring, “What lowly scoundrel dares to ambush me from the shadows!”

“What happened?”

Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo, wearing pajamas and carrying swords, rushed over. Seeing blood spurting from Ye Xingchen’s buttocks, their mouths immediately twitched.

“There’s an assassin trying to kill this seat.”

Jun Changxiao said calmly, “Call all the disciples together to assemble in the great hall. Take turns keeping watch to prevent the opponent from finding an opportunity.”

“Yes!”

Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo hurriedly went to gather everyone. Soon, all male and female disciples assembled in the great hall.

Ye Xingchen, whose buttocks had been stabbed, also came, roaring in his heart, “If you have a grudge, go assassinate him! What’s the point of assassinating me, a disciple who just joined!”

Alas.

The assassin probably thought he was the weakest in the sect.

Jun Changxiao was very angry now. Sitting in the thousand-year sandalwood chair, he fiercely pulled down the Basic Shop.

“Ding!”

“Sect Contribution Points: 254/500.”

After refreshing, the Basic Shop’s goods changed again. Not only was there no sect protection formation, even the other products were mostly useless items.

Useless or not, he had to choose. Jun Changxiao bought 1 Energy-Boosting Cigar, consuming 10 points.

“Refresh again!”

Jun Changxiao pulled down the shop again.

“Ding!”

“Sect Contribution Points: 234/500.”

The newly appearing goods were all daily life items, like thermal cups, feather dusters, ping-pong paddles, and the like.

Jun Changxiao gritted his teeth and bought a 10-contribution-point feather duster, whose function was cleaning.

“Ding!”

“Sect Contribution Points: 214/500.”

“Ding!”

“Sect Contribution Points: 194/500.”

…

…

“Ding!”

“Sect Contribution Points: 174/500.”

When Jun Changxiao refreshed for the fifth time, his face showed great joy, because the Basic Shop finally displayed an item labeled ‘Sect Protection Formation’!