The Strongest Sect of All Times

In Qingyang Commandery, there was a notorious mountain, named Black Mountain. It was occupied by bandits year-round, who would descend the mountain every once a while to plunder the surrounding area for fun. 

It had been half a month since they last acted. 

This time, they abducted more than 30 Ironbone Sect disciples, leaving a note demanding ransom money. 

Other bandits would usually block the group and forcefully rob them, amassing money by stealing; this gang directly kidnapped them and demanded ransom, so it seemed they had some aspirations. 

“Motherfuckers!” Jun Changxiao stormed out of the sect gates, snarling, “Daring to bully my Ironbone Unyielding Sect’s people, whether you are a bandit or a robber, I will kill you all!”

He had recruited a hundred disciples with great difficulty, but more than 30 had been abducted — this was not something he could tolerate!

With such a murderous aura and such aggressive statements, it was sufficient to say that Jun Changxiao had thoroughly adapted to his new status, adapted to the brutal Falling Star Continent. 

“Sect Head!” Li Qingyang ran after him, saying, “Disciple will go with you!”

As the Ironbone Unyielding Sect’s second senior brother, he could be not be indifferent when his junior apprentices were kidnapped. 

Lu Qianqian had also followed. 

Jun Changxiao stopped them saying, “There are still disciples who have not arrived. You two will remain in the sect and be responsible for handling them. There is no need for you to head to Black Mountain with me.”

Li Qingyang seriously said, “Sect Head, there are more than 200 bandits on Black Mountain. The chieftain is also at least a Martial Apprentice. If you go by yourself…”

With a sinking voice, Jun Changxiao said, “That was an order.”

At that moment, he definitely had the dignity of a sect head. 

Although he wanted to say more, Li Qingyang could only submissively say, “Disciple respectfully follows the command of the sect head.”

Jun Changxiao took a step forward, descending the mountain with eyes as cold as ice. 

Fury. 

He was sincere. 

“Senior Sister.” Watching Jun Changxiao descend the mountain, Li Qingyang was worried. “What if Sect Head has an accident? What should our Ironbone Unyielding Sect do then?”

“Very simple.” Lu Qianqian leaned on the gate and crossed her arms. “I become the sect head, you become the senior disciple.”

Li Qingyang, hearing these words, felt the corners of his mouth twitching. 

…

Black Mountain. 

Situated about 50 li away from Qingyang Village. 

The peak rose thousands of ren, surrounded by steep cliffs. The topography of the place was important, because the bandits depended on this complex terrain to be secure in their safety as they ran amuck. [1] 

The government and local sects had repeatedly tried to suppress the bandits, but the gang would always retreat to the easily defensible Black Mountain, surviving time and time again. 

Gradually, Black Mountain became regarded as a restricted area by Qingyang Commandery’s martial artists and no one dared to step inside. 

Today, Jun Changxiao ascended the winding mountain road step by step. If some others knew that the Ironbone Sect Head was heading up Black Mountain, they would definitely humbly praise, “You’re the man!”

“How should I handle that group of bandits and rescue the disciples?” Jun Changxiao whispered to himself as he walked. 

Anger turned to anger, fury turned to fury; he finally started to seriously consider how he should deal with the bandits. 

From Li Qingyang, he learned that there were some 200 bandits on the mountain. There was also a Martial Apprentice, so this was quite difficult. 

With the preliminary-grade Cold Edge Sword, Nine Moves Layered Waves Sword, and ten opened meridians, Jun Changxiao was sure he could deal with more than 20 Meridian Opening Stage Four or Fives. But more than 200? He was a little reluctant. 

Moreover, if there really was Martial Apprentice, he feared that this trip to the mountain was one he wouldn’t easily be able to sightsee on. 

Jun Changxiao looked inside his storage ring. Seeing the Speed Talisman and Escape Talisman from the Newbie Gift Package, he thought, These two aren’t suitable to be used in a fight.

At this time, his vision suddenly landed on the Irretractable Sabre. [2]

Seeing this thing, he immediately became excited. This thing had been delivered to him just because of something he said. 

Jun Changxiao picked the blade up, but discovered that it was quite heavy. He murmured, “What is the quality of this weapon?”

Without realizing it, he was already gently drawing it from its sheath. 

Bang!

There was an explosion. 

Jun Changxiao was sent a dozen meters back. 

In the outside world, his physical body involuntarily retreated several steps, almost falling off the cliff. 

Jun Changxiao felt some lingering fear and muttered, “Close call, what a close call.”

When he had drawn the sabre a moment ago, there had been a ferocious aura that emerged from between the hilt and the scabbard. If he hadn’t reflexively tossed the blade aside, he would have been heavily wounded!

The system said, [The Irretractable Sabre needs to be unsealed before use; forcefully drawing it will only cause injury.]

Jun Changxiao was dumbfounded. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

The system retorted, [You didn’t ask.]

“…”

Jun Changxiao was speechless. 

After calming down, he was actually quite happy. “The aura that erupted outwards was so terrifying, this sabre’s quality is definitely very high! It should be of great help.”

In a flash, the great Sect Head Jun’s confidence had increased. 

“Huh?”

Suddenly, he heard footsteps. 

Two tall and powerfully built men approached from both sides of the path, weapons in their hands. On their faces hung smiles, harboring their evil intentions.

“Sixth Brother,” the shorter one said. “I’m not hallucinating, right? There’s actually someone who dares to enter Black Mountain?”

Sixth Brother glanced at Jun Changxiao and said, “Such a delicate appearance, it’s probably some scholar who wandered here to enjoy the beauty of nature.”

Shua!

The short man jumped down from the cliff and swung his meaty hands, brandishing his weapon. In a dark voice, he said, “Boy, do you know that you have entered a bandit stronghold?”

Jun Changxiao calmly responded, “I know.”

The shorter man was startled, but was soon grinning. “You know but still dared to come up, are you someone who's lived enough and has come to hang himself?”

Jun Changxiao asked, “Are you a bandit?”

The shorter man settled his blade on his shoulders and proudly stated, “Not bad, this daddy is a bandit of Black Mountain. My nickname is the ‘Iron Sabre Little Tyrant King’.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head. Even an idiot had such an intense feeling of superiority; it really felt like society was deteriorating daily. 

The bandit called Sixth Brother was impatient as he said, “Seventh Brother, stop bragging to him and quickly finish him off.”

“Okay.”

Iron Sabre Little Tyrant King’s facial feature became a bit devilish as he said, “Boy, will you hand over all of your valuables, or will you make us search for them?”

“Search,” Jun Changxiao said. 

Iron Sabre Little Tyrant King smiled coldly. “If I search, your fate is dismemberment.”

Jun Changxiao asked, “And if I hand them over?”

Iron Sabre Little Tyrant King arrogantly said, “You’ll be an intact corpse.”

Jun Changxiao touched his chin. “You mean to say, regardless of my choice, I won’t be able to escape death?”

“Hahaha!” Iron Sabre Little Tyrant King cackled. “Boy, you’ve been doomed since you stepped into Black Mountain. You will only face death, there is not liv—”

Puchi!

It was unknown when Jun Changxiao summoned the Cold Edge Sword, but it had been stabbed into the bandit’s chest. As he did so, he said, “Excuse me, this lord has not lived enough. Therefore, I will have to inconvenience you to face death.”

Iron Sabre Little Tyrant King was startled and his expression became fierce as an intense pain spread through his body. 

Puchi!

Jun Changxiao pulled out his sword. 

Iron Sabre Little Tyrant King’s body immediately collapsed, rolling down the path with a ‘thump thump thump’ and leaving behind a trail of blood. 

“Seventh Brother!”

Sixth Brother was furious and drew his sword. 

Shua!

At this time, the Cold Edge Sword was pressed to the nape of his neck. 

Jun Changxiao’s eyes flashed with cold light. “Answer me, were the Ironbone Unyielding Sect disciples kidnapped by you?”

“Gulp!” Sixth Brother swallowed some saliva. Panic-stricken, he answered, “It was—”

Puchi!

The sword flashed and the blood sprayed three chi. 

“Ugh…”

The bandit desperately covered the nape of his neck, which was profusely bleeding. He soon fell to the ground and disappeared off the mountain side, rolling just like Iron Sabre Little Tyrant King had. 

Shua! Shua! SHua!

After killing two people, he had alarmed the others. Ten more bandits rushed over with their weapons brandished, fiercely glaring at Jun Changxiao. 

Clang!

Jun Changxiao sheathed his sword and indifferent said, “Tell your chief that the Ironbone Unyielding Sect’s sect head is here to retrieve his disciples.”

[1] One ren (仞) is an ancient measurement of length, about 1.6 meters

[2] literal translation is too long; Sabre of Difficult to Restrain