Chapter 8: Contempt
Jun Changxiao had set a goal for himself — to develop in a low-key manner and avoid trouble.
After coming to Green Sun City, he did not cause any trouble, but trouble took the initiative to find him.
Especially after hearing two disciples from an eighth-rate sect speak rudely to him, Jun Changxiao could not bear it anymore and began to verbally attack them.
"Aiya, I'll go!"
The Tiger's Howl disciple was unhappy and said, "You dare to tell my Tiger's Howl School to scram? Are you tired of living? "
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
Several Tiger's Howl disciples who were resting rushed out of their houses.
The Long Blade Gate's people also came out.
These disciples not only had the strength of a fourth or fifth level Channel Opening cultivator, but they were also muscular.
Our Great Sect Master Jun's stature is rather thin. So, he looks rather weak as he is surrounded by these men. In fact, he can't withstand a single blow.
"What's going on?"
"The Tiger's Howl School and the Long Blade Gate are going to fight?"
The martial artists from the nearby sects all gathered around.
When they saw Jun Changxiao, they realized that it was not a fight between sects, but a fight against the same person.
"Huh?"
Someone said in surprise, "Isn't he the guy who claimed to be the second Sect Master of Iron Bone at the city gate?"
The Long Blade Gate and Tiger's Howl disciples were startled and said, "This guy is the Iron Bone Sect Master?"
Seeing the expressions on their faces, Jun Changxiao wished he could shout, "I'm the Sect Leader, what's wrong with that?
There is a problem.
His strength is too weak, and he is too immature.
At most, he is just a new disciple.
The Long Blade Gate's deacon cupped his hands and jokingly said, "So you are the second Sect Master of Iron Bone, sorry for the disrespect."
The Tiger's Howl disciple grinned and said, "Offending a Sect Master is too scary, too scary."
The hostile atmosphere weakened a lot under the two's ridicule and mockery.
In fact, even if they had ten times the courage, they would not dare to fight in Green Sun City. After all, the City Lord had made it clear that private fights were prohibited.
Jun Changxiao said with a calm face, "Everyone is surrounding my gate. Do you still want to recruit disciples?"
"Hahaha!"
The Tiger's Howl disciple laughed, "A sect without Sect Master Wang wants to recruit disciples, what a joke!"
"You can't say that."
The deacon of the Long Blade Faction held back his laughter and said, "Perhaps some ignorant youngsters will join the Iron Bone Clan."
The Tiger's Howl disciple looked at the crowd and the sneer on his face became even thicker as he said: "Nowadays, it is easy to find a crippled youth, but it is not easy to find a blind youth!"
The two of them echoed each other, making the onlookers laugh.
Iron Bone's prestige plummeted after Sect Leader Wang's incident. Whoever joined such a sect was absolutely blind.
"Ai."
Jun Changxiao sighed.
Surrounded by many muscular men, he returned to his house.
Lu Qianqian whispered, "Sect Leader, do you want me to cut a hole in the ground for you to crawl into?"
Jun Changxiao, who was originally fine, rolled his eyes when he heard this.
…
Because they were in Qingyang City, the two eighth-rate sects did not dare to teach the Iron Bone Sect Leader a lesson, so after ridiculing him, they allowed him to sandwich his face between them.
The onlookers also dispersed, but when they returned to their own houses, they began to talk about the Iron Bone, their words were full of contempt and disdain.
Jun Changxiao acted as if he did not hear anything and reclined on the chair to take a nap.
"Sect Leader."
Lu Qianqian said: "You are really broad-minded."
Jun Changxiao said: "Living in this world, one should be broad-minded. Thinking a lot, caring a lot, living will be very tiring."
Lu Qianqian felt that it was reasonable, but … she asked: "The Hundred Sects' recruitment has begun, how confident are you that you can recruit disciples?"
Jun Changxiao confidently smiled and said: "One hundred percent."
"Tch."
Because their faces were close, the people of the Long Blade Faction and the Tiger's Howl School heard it and snorted.
This Iron Bone Sect Leader's cultivation was not high, and he was not old, but he was quite good at talking nonsense.
"Deacon Sun."
The Tiger's Howl School disciple came out and shouted: "Since we are idle, why don't we make a bet?"
"Oh?"
The Long Blade Faction deacon smiled and said: "Bet on what?"
The Tiger's Howl School disciple intentionally or unintentionally looked at the Iron Bone Sect's face and said: "Let's bet on how many people will come to consult this trash sect when the recruitment begins."
The trash sect was definitely referring to the Iron Bone Clan.
"A bit interesting."
The Long Blade Faction deacon smiled and said: "Might as well bet."
The Tiger's Howl School disciple said in a clear voice: "I bet that on the day of recruitment, no one will come to consult, one tael!"
The Long Blade Faction deacon smiled and said: "In any case, it is still a member of the Hundred Sects. No matter how trash it is, there should be blind teenagers coming to consult. I bet that on the day of recruitment, one person will come to consult, one tael!"
One tael was not much.
The two did not intend to bet, but mainly to mock the Iron Bone Sect.
There was no other way.
Who told Jun Changxiao to build his sect in the middle of two eighth-rate sects? Borrowing light could be borrowed, but there must be a price to pay.
Maybe it was because they had nothing better to do, but after hearing the bet between the Long Blade Faction and the Tiger's Howl School, all the martial artists began to talk.
"With the Iron Bone Sect's current situation, on the day of recruitment, no one will ask."
"Not to mention, the city is going crazy. How could an ambitious young man or woman join such a trash sect?"
"It is strange. Why is that good-looking girl standing in front of the Iron Bone Sect? Is she a disciple?"
"It can't be. How could such a lousy sect recruit such a beautiful female disciple?"
As the warriors from the various sects chatted, their gazes landed on Lu Qianqian.
It had to be said.
Wherever a beauty went, it was a beautiful scenery.
"Qianqian."
Jun Changxiao said: "Come, massage this King's shoulders."
Lu Qianqian's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
Jun Changxiao lowered his voice and said: "So many people are watching, give me some face."
"…"
Lu Qianqian walked over and gently raised her hand. Then, she started hammering rhythmically.
This control of strength was no different from pounding a sandbag. Although Jun Changxiao was in pain, although he was collapsing, in front of everyone, he showed a very enjoyable look.
"Damn!"
"It's really the Iron Bone Sect's disciple!"
"Where is the justice!"
Seeing Lu Qianqian massaging Jun Changxiao's shoulders, the martial artists' eyes were not only surprised, but also deeply envious.
… …
Three days later.
The recruitment of a hundred sects began.
Jun Changxiao sat in a chair with his shoulders drooping, quietly waiting for the boys and girls to pour into the martial arts practice field.
Lu Qianqian said: "Sect Leader, do you need a shoulder massage?"
"No, no, no!"
Jun Changxiao hurriedly said: "I still want to live for two more years!"
Because of the beginning of the recruitment, the sects were busy preparing, and no one paid attention to or laughed at the Iron Bone Sect.
In the past few days of waiting, Jun Changxiao had learned a lot from the mouths of the various sects, such as some villages and towns, and there were youths with good qualifications coming to participate in the recruitment.
Although boys and girls can freely choose to join a sect, the sect also needs to verify the other party's qualifications to determine whether they are qualified or not.
For example, the higher-level eighth-rate sects, they have a certain qualification requirement for recruiting disciples. The ninth-rate sects are more casual, as long as they have a little qualification, they can enter.
"In this Hundred Sects recruitment, the popular candidate that the sects are fighting to win over is Li Qingyang, a direct descendant of the Li family in Qingyang City."
"It is said that at the age of fifteen, this child was verified to have a high-grade spirit root. If such a genius can be brought into the sect, there will only be benefits and no harm."
Jun Changxiao muttered to himself, and suddenly noticed that the surroundings were quiet. He instinctively looked up and saw that the disciples of the two eighth-rate sects were staring at him in shock.
"Puhaha!"
"Li Qingyang is a rare genius in Qingyang City. Many big sects are fighting for him. This guy actually wants to recruit him. There must be something wrong with his brain!"
"It's good to be young, you dare to think about anything!"
The crowd burst into laughter.
Jun Changxiao was speechless. If he unintentionally said a word, it would be magnified by them. Did he cross over and add all his attribute points to the hatred value?
"Sect Leader."
Lu Qianqian whispered: "Don't daydream."
These words were like a knife, stabbing into Jun Changxiao's heart. He slumped in his chair and secretly howled: "Can I still be the Sect Leader?"
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