The Strongest Sect of All Times

Outside the tent. 

Xiao Zuiji lay on the floor impersonating a blob of mud. His whole face had been punched so black and blue that even his mother might not recognize him. 

Four hours!

Jun Changxiao was punched for two hours and already wished for the sweet release of death. Plus, Xiao Zuiji didn’t even have a cultivation base. 

Naturally, the Muscle Molding Room adjusted according to the user’s physique. The strength it used was carefully calculated; no one would lose their life because of the fierce beating. 

“Junior brother, what’s wrong?”

“Who punched you? Why were they so vicious?”

“I heard that Sect Head is giving special training to Junior Brother Xiao.”

The disciples who passed by gazed at him with pity and said their sympathies. 

Jun Changxiao walked over and sat on the steps. “How do you feel?”

“Pain…” Xiao Zuiji muttered weakly. 

Jun Changxiao patted him on the shoulder. “It is as they say, when Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it will always first frustrate his spirit and will, exhausting his muscles and bones.”

Xiao Zuiji did not respond, his eyes completely lacking spirit. 

The beating from the tempering room was oppressive, but it was just physical pain. Losing his divine-grade spiritual root and being unable to condense spiritual power was much more painful. 

“Sect Head, I’m really a waste, useless waste…” Xiao Zuiji seemed to accept this as Fate’s arrangement and became even more depressed. 

How to become stronger in this world? 

The answer was to absorb more spiritual energy!

He could not absorb energy, could not strengthen himself, and could not unblock his meridians. The difference between him and waste was almost insignificant!

“Xiao Zuiji.” Jun Changxiao sternly lectured, “Remember these words for this Lord, the Ironbone Sect does not have waste!”

“Sect Head, I…”

“Silence. Starting from tomorrow, you will spend eight hours here every day.”

Eight hours?!

Xiao Zuiji splayed his limbs out, impersonating a blob of mud once more. 

…

The next day. 

When he opened his eyes, Xiao Zuiji discovered that his body was not only not sore, his muscles seemed to have changed a little. 

“What is this?”

Xiao Zuiji was completely confused, but deferred to Sect Head Jun’s words and arrived at the side room again, entering the Muscle Molding Room. 

Jun Changxiao had calibrated it ahead of time, so as long as the gate closed, the machine would automatically activate and stay on for eight hours. 

It was a truly long time. 

After it was over, Xiao Zuiji became a ravenous blob of mud. 

He would eat a meal prepared by Liu Wanshi and go to sleep. When he woke up, his aches and bruises would have vanished and his muscles would be invigorated, allowing him to be incomparably excited as he made his way to the Muscle Molding Room for another round. 

“Eh? Junior Brother is quite happy today?”

“That’s not right. He’s been tortured by Sect Head for the past few days. He hasn’t been tortured into stupidity, right?”

The disciples shook their heads. 

If they knew that the tempering room could quickly strengthen their body and improve their physique, they would surely rush to be abused next. 

…

Xiao Zuiji was tortured during the day and Jun Changxiao would be tortured at night. 

The two staggered their usage of the room. 

In other words, why were the other disciples not allowed to enter? After all, a good physical body was part of a solid foundation. 

Jun Changxiao’s reasoning was very simple: Xiao Zuiji could not absorb spiritual power, so he was allowed in for special training. This tortuous process would mold his body and allow him to regain confidence in cultivation. 

Not to mention, after training like this for three days, Xiao Zuiji’s strength had increased from 20-30 jin to nearly 100 jin!

Although he could not enter the Meridian Opening Realm and his improvements were slow, this increase allowed him to see a ray of hope and he regained a twinkle in his eyes. 

“Sect Head, Disciple wishes to extend the time!”

“How long?”

“Twelve hours!”

“Okay.”

After Xiao Zuiji left, Jun Changxiao tapped his chin. “Should I buy another Muscle Molding Room?”

This item had a purchase limit of 5 per month. 

[Ding! Li Fei has delivered a letter to Niu Village, completing the sect mission.]

[Ding!]

[Sect Contribution: 84/100.]

[Sect Achievement: 71/100.]

While Xiao Zuiji was tempering himself during these three days, the other disciples had been completing their assigned tasks. Both achievement and contribution had increased nearly 30 points each. 

Jun Changxiao realized, “There are still about twenty missions left. If all of them are completed, the achievement value will be filled and the contribution value will go over the limit.”

Buy another one!

[Ding! The host has spent 20 contribution points, obtaining Muscle Molding Room x1. The item has been transported to the storage ring.]

[Ding! Sect Contribution: 64/100.]

Jun Changxiao put the two tents side by side, renaming the room as a training room. 

The disciples completed their tasks one after another. Jun Changxiao gathered them all together, rewarding them with Qi Gathering Powder and a Basic Wooden Sword. 

…

There was a cultivation technique, an array, a training room, and a specialty culinary master, the ninth-grade Ironbone Unyielding Sect was developing quite well.

But Jun Changxiao knew that this was only the beginning; the road ahead was very long. 

“Sect Head.” Li Qingyang reported, “The inner courtyard has been finished.”

“How much was spent?” asked Jun Changxiao. 

Li Qingyang was embarrassed as he answered, “Sect Head gave 10,000 tales to Disciple, but there are only 2000 taels left.”

The corner of Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched. He’s really willing to spend money.

But the more money spent, the better the results. 

When he arrived at the inner courtyard and looked at the sprawl of lotus ponds and tiered pavilions, he was satisfied. 

Li Qingyang pointed at a distant luxurious garden. “Sect Head, that is your personal area. There is an independent courtyard, a pond, a yard, and a study.”

“Very good, very good,” praised Jun Changxiao. 

Li Qingyang continued, “On the north side is the living area for the male disciples, on the south side is the area for the female disciples. Each dormitory has a small training area.”

“Hey,” Jun Changxiao joked. “I forgot to remind you, the female disciple’s dormitory should be closer to this Lord’s courtyard.”

Li Qingyang was speechless.

“Right.” Jun Changxiao said, “Choose a few disciples with good qualifications and let them enter the training room in batches. They can practice with Zuiji, two hours at a time.”

…

“Senior brother, what is this thing?”

Li Qingyang led Su Xiaomo and some others to stand before the two Muscle Molding Rooms. They dubiously looked at the two tent-looking things. 

At this time, Xiao Zuiji walked into the room and punched the strength tester. The machine read: 300 jin.

“This…” Li Qingyang and the others were amazed, breaths caught in their throats. 

Junior Brother Xiao was not in the Meridian Opening Realm, yet he was as strong as a Second Stage Meridian Opening cultivator! How monstrous!

“Junior brother.” Su Xiaomo walked over and squeezed Xiao Zuiji’s arm, feeling the solid muscle. “Do you have innate superstrength?”

“No.” Xiao Zuiji shook his head and pointed at the tent. “It is because of that.”

After saying that, he opened the tent flap and wormed his way into one. The Muscle Molding Room began to tremble and there was the faint sound of punching. 

Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomo, and the others cocked their heads to the side, listening to the sound coming from the tent. All of a sudden, there was a sense of enlightenment.

No wonder Junior Brother Xiao was black and blue these days! He was being tortured in these things!

“I’ll try.”

Li Qingyang entered the other Muscle Molding Room. Since Jun Changxiao had calibrated it ahead of time, the door closed immediately and the machine turned on.

After two hours, Qingyang City’s number one talent collapsed onto the floor, frothing at the mouth. 

…

In the Main Hall. 

Jun Changxiao practiced the Tendon Altering Sutra. 

These few days, he had been tempering himself for four hours every night. Not only had his strength increased, his physique had also improved. 

“Huff!” Jun Changxiao exhaled and said, “I hope that I can succeed in the breakthrough this time.”

Perhaps after the muscle tempering and a week of cultivating, he would finally be able to open his last meridian!

Hu! Hu!

Boundless spiritual power howled through his meridians, galloping like a wild horse across the plains. 

“Hahaha!” cackled Jun Changxiao. “I finally succeeded, I finally broke through!”

This opened meridian had special meaning to Jun Changxiao. It was the first time he tried to do it relying completely on himself, not using contribution points nor alchemical pills. 

[Ding! Congratulations, the host has completed the hidden mission {Constantly Strive for Self-Improvement} and earned 10 contribution points!]

[Ding! Sect Contribution: 74/100.]

Jun Changxiao muttered, “Indeed, depending on oneself to cultivate and trying hard is a hidden mission.”

[Ding! The host has opened all twelve meridians, meeting the requirements for epic missions!]

Jun Changxiao was startled and quickly opened the system interface. Under the sect missions panel was an ‘Epic Mission’ tab. It read: [Qingyang Commandery will hold a martial arts competition in seven days. Lead five disciples to participate {Incomplete}]