The Hundred Sects Recruitment had begun.
The martial arts field that originally only had martial artists from various sects welcomed a flood of young men and women like mountains and seas in a very short time.
Carrying dreams of becoming martial artists and becoming strong, they actively inquired about each sect’s circumstances.
The youths participating in recruitment naturally had aptitude. Choosing a suitable sect would affect their entire lives, so they had to consider carefully.
Gradually.
More and more people arrived.
At each sect’s booth on the martial arts field, some were surrounded by groups of three to five, others were packed densely—it appeared extraordinarily lively.
However.
In stark contrast to this…
The Iron Bone Integrity Sect booth sandwiched between Greatsword Gate and Tiger Roar Sect remained completely ignored. Not even a fly had passed by.
Freeloading glory was done right.
Passing young men and women would curiously look over.
However, as soon as they saw the five characters “Iron Bone Integrity Sect,” they hurriedly kept their distance, afraid of getting contaminated by bad luck.
These past few days.
Matters regarding the Iron Bone Sect had spread like wildfire throughout Qingyang City. After the youths participating in recruitment heard about it through various channels, they definitely wouldn’t come consult this kind of sect with no future that would only ruin their prospects.
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao said helplessly: “Is my Iron Bone Integrity Sect really that terrible?”
“Very terrible.”
Lu Qianqian said bluntly.
Jun Changxiao clutched his chest, saying weakly: “Qianqian, can you not strike at this lord’s fragile heart?”
“I can.”
Lu Qianqian said: “Sect Leader, since no one’s consulting anyway, let’s pack up and go back.”
Jun Changxiao was about to cry.
This woman must have been sent by heaven specifically to strike at this lord!
The people from Greatsword Gate and Tiger Roar Sect were bragging about their sects in front of consulting youths. Occasionally glancing over, the disdain and cold smirks at the corners of their mouths grew ever thicker.
Kid.
Finally seeing reality, are you?
…
The Iron Bone Integrity Sect’s booth continued to have no youth consultations. Compared to the liveliness of nearby sects, it was as if they existed in two different worlds.
“Sect Leader.”
Lu Qianqian said: “Pack up and leave?”
“Not leaving.”
Jun Changxiao continued sitting.
He refused to believe that among so many young men and women, there truly wasn’t a single blind one who would come consult?
“The Li Family’s Li Qingyang has arrived!”
Someone let out an extremely loud shout that immediately startled disciples and higher-ups from various sects, making them all look up.
Just one sentence caused such a huge commotion?
Jun Changxiao thought to himself: “I want to see whether this once-in-a-century genius is as handsome as me!”
“Swoosh!”
He stepped forward, standing in front of his booth to look.
Barely managing to see through the gaps left by the crowd, he saw a young man in white robes floating gracefully along the street leading to the martial arts field.
“Hm?”
Jun Changxiao froze: “This person looks somewhat familiar.”
Lu Qianqian also looked over, saying in a low voice: “Sect Leader, he’s the injured person from earlier in the wilderness who left without even saying thank you.”
With this reminder, combining it with the injured person’s blurred figure, Jun Changxiao said with certainty: “That’s right, it’s him.”
…
Li Qingyang, who possessed superior-grade spiritual roots, arrived at the martial arts field and immediately caused a huge sensation.
In the Xingyun Continent, martial artists’ aptitude was differentiated by spiritual roots, divided into: inferior-grade, common-grade, middle-grade, superior-grade, supreme-grade, sacred-grade, and divine-grade.
The level of spiritual roots represented the strength or weakness of martial dao aptitude, as well as future cultivation upper and lower limits.
In a city like Qingyang City, a youth who reached sixteen years old with middle-grade spiritual roots was already one in ten thousand.
Half a year ago.
Li Qingyang’s martial dao assessment surprisingly verified superior-grade spiritual roots. He immediately became the most dazzling existence and was hailed as Qingyang City’s number one genius.
The City Lord even publicly praised during the celebration: “Li Qingyang is the future hope of our Qingyang City. If he cultivates diligently, crossing into Martial King is not a problem!”
Li Qingyang’s sudden emergence caused quite a sensation in various commanderies, so for this Hundred Sects Recruitment, many sects from other commanderies also came to participate.
Geniuses with outstanding spiritual roots were urgently needed by any sect.
After Li Qingyang appeared, martial artists from various sects swarmed over like a swarm of bees, all extending olive branches.
“Young Master Li, join my Iron Eagle Gate and you can be the head disciple!”
“What’s so good about being head disciple? Young Master Li, join our Azure Cloud Sect and you’ll be a high and mighty elder!”
“Bah! Your Azure Cloud Sect has ninety elders if not a hundred—the number is almost catching up to your disciples. You still have the face to recruit Young Master Li?”
“Young Master Li, join our Giant Whale Gang and you can freely enjoy all martial dao resources!”
“Young Master Li, join our Wishful Workshop and senior sisters and junior sisters will serve you closely around the clock!”
Each sect used every trick in the book to recruit Li Qingyang.
Unfortunately, this number one genius of Qingyang City chose to go around them, walking on the martial arts field covered with booths.
Coming to the Hundred Sects Recruitment, he naturally had to find a sect to join, but in his heart, these eighth and ninth-rate ones weren’t under consideration at all.
“Young Master Li.”
Just then, an elder walked over, smiling: “Are you interested in joining my Cangshan Sect?”
“Cangshan Sect?”
The youths all cried out in surprise.
Jun Changxiao said: “Qianqian, is Cangshan Sect very powerful?”
Lu Qianqian nodded: “Cangshan Sect is a fifth-rate sect in Qingyang Commandery with numerous disciples and very substantial strength and foundation.”
“Fifth-rate?”
Jun Changxiao said in surprise: “That is quite powerful.”
In the Xingyun Continent’s sect ranking, the lowest was ninth-rate and the highest was super first-rate. For Qingyang City, the fifth-rate Cangshan Sect was already a colossal entity.
Moreover.
Below fifth-rate could only use the term “sect,” while fifth-rate and above were qualified to use the two characters for “great sect.”
“If the Iron Bone Integrity Sect’s level were also fifth-rate, why would we worry about not recruiting disciples?”
Jun Changxiao thought to himself.
Lu Qianqian said: “This person has superior-grade spiritual roots and fairly good natural talent. Joining a fifth-rate great sect is currently the best choice.”
“In that case, I have no hope of recruiting him.”
Jun Changxiao shook his head.
Greatsword Gate’s Steward Sun walked over, saying coolly: “A genius like Young Master Li—even fifth-rate great sects are fighting over him. Your Iron Bone Integrity Sect should stop having such foolish delusions.”
“Steward Sun.”
The Tiger Roar Gate disciple smiled: “Don’t forget, we still have a wager between us.”
Steward Sun said teasingly: “Recruitment started so long ago and the Iron Bone Sect has remained completely ignored. Looks like this one is going to lose.”
Just as the two were mocking and ridiculing Jun Changxiao, Li Qingyang made his decision: “My apologies, I’m not interested in joining Cangshan Sect.”
Good heavens!
He rejected the fifth-rate great sect’s invitation!
Everyone’s eyes widened. Someone with aptitude, with spiritual roots from the main line of the Li Family—he really was willful!
The Cangshan Sect elder also hadn’t anticipated that Li Qingyang would refuse so decisively. Still unwilling to give up, he said: “Young Master Li, my Cangshan Sect is one of the top great sects in Qingyang Commandery. Are you truly not going to consider it?”
“Not considering it.”
Li Qingyang strode forward.
Not even considering Cangshan Sect—the seventh and eighth-rate sects that had been preparing to step forward and recruit him all abandoned the idea.
Li Qingyang continued walking through the recruitment venue. His every move tugged at the hearts of various sects and youths.
At this Hundred Sects Alliance, the highest level was fifth-rate. Since he looked down on that, what other sect could accommodate this great buddha?
Soon.
Li Qingyang walked to Greatsword Gate’s booth.
Steward Sun and the Tiger Roar Gate disciple immediately smiled obsequiously.
Having such a genius join their own sect was impossible, but making close contact and soaking up some genius aura wasn’t bad either.
Li Qingyang habitually glanced at Greatsword Gate, then abruptly stopped. He first looked at Jun Changxiao, then looked at the booth sign above, saying: “You are the Iron Bone Integrity Sect leader?”
Gah.
The martial artists from surrounding sects collectively froze in bewilderment.
Since arriving at the martial arts field, Qingyang City’s number one genius who had been consistently taciturn was actually proactively speaking to the leader of this trash sect!