The Strongest Sect of All Times

After being brainwashed by the song, the Ironbone disciples actually felt refreshed. Even after cultivating for a whole day, they were not weary. 

That was the function of the modified speaker: not only would it hype up the atmosphere, it also stimulated the mind. 

Except, after the morning exercise had ended, Ye Xingchen crouched in a corner by himself, head buried in his hands. In his heart, he howled, What did this Emperor just do? What did this just Emperor do?!

Where did his dignity go, where did his noble temperament go?

Especially when he thought about himself singing and dancing alongside everyone else, his vision went red. He wished he could dig a whole for himself to jump into. 

The more Ye Xingchen thought, the more pain he felt. Finally, he raised his head and screamed. 

“Ahhhh!” 

Xiu—

The Happy Football shot in his direction, its angle sharp and cunning!

Shua!

Ye Xingchen dodged to the side, the rubber ball sweeping past his face. In his heart he sniffed, I am not the me from several days ago.

“Junior Brother, behind you!” Su Xiaomo shouted.

Ye Xingchen was startled and instinctively glanced behind him, only to see the rubber ball hit the wall and rebound back towards him. 

Bang—

Putong!

Ye Xingchen was smacked into the ground, limbs akimbo. 

How he wished to die. 

How he wished to be reborn one more time!

“Li Fei, what type of trash footwork is that? You kicked your junior brother in the face again!”

…

The next day.

Under the effects of the music, the disciples happily exercised. 

Under Li Qingyang’s supervision, Ye Xingchen could only follow along unhappily. He was silent throughout, like someone who’d lost their soul. 

After the morning exercise ended, the disciples had time to cultivate.

Jun Changxiao walked over, sitting on the steps. “These past few days, how do you feel?”

Next to him sat Ye Xingchen.

Jun Changxiao continued, “Your eyes tell me that you are someone with a story.”

Ye Xingchen was silent. 

If he had sufficient strength, he would have ruthlessly smashed the sect head’s face into the dirt. 

Jun Changxiao lay on his back, resting his hands on the steps. “I actually envy your type, the ones who have stories, very much. You are not like me, whose entire life can be summarized by the word ‘handsome’.”

Ye Xingchen: “……”

Jun Changxiao sat up, patting the dust off his bottom. “Xingchen, if you bear a grudge because this Lord forced you to join, you can leave right now.”

“Are you serious?” Ye Xingchen finally responded. 

Jun Changxiao tossed the paperwork over to him, pointing at the gates, “You can leave and no one will stop you.”

Shua!

Ye Xingchen stood up and headed towards the gate.

Jun Changxiao crossed his arms. “But, you must consider carefully. Leaving here means losing many cultivation resources. If there is any enmity, it will also be hard to pay back later on.”

Ye Xingchen froze, clenching his fists.

He really wanted to immediately leave… But the Muscle Molding Room had allowed him to quickly improve his mortal body. It was not something he was willing to leave behind. 

I guessed right? Does this fellow have an enemy? Jun Changxiao continued, “This Lord does not know your story and does not want to listen to you tell it. But you should remember, cultivating in the Ironbone Unyielding Sect will only make you stronger.”

The disciples on the field stopped their football game, turning to look at Ye Xingchen. 

“Junior Brother,” Su Xiaomo called out, holding the ball. “Our sect, although it is currently weak, but under the sect head, we will certainly become stronger. If you leave now, you will definitely regret it for life!”

“Yeah right,” sniffed Ye Xingchen.

He then ran back over, standing next to Jun Changxiao. He indifferently said, “Can you help me break through to the Martial Emperor Realm?”

The first thing he says is Martial Emperor. This guy is absolutely not simple. Jun Changxiao touched his nose. “Martial Emperor is only the start. If there are higher realms, this Lord can also lead you there with ease.”

Let’s convince him first, save the future for later.

Our Night Emperor tossed back the paperwork. 

“Disciple is going to go cultivate.”

He acknowledged that he was a disciple?

How unexpected!

It couldn’t be that this dignified Martial Emperor had been convinced by Jun Changxiao, right?

No, no, no. 

He was merely interested in the Muscle Molding Room. 

Moreover, he needed a place to concentrate on cultivation. Although the Ironbone Sect was weak, it was at least peaceful. 

Jun Changxiao forcing him to join the sect, Su Xiaomo beating him up…

To Ye Xingchen, those weren’t anything. His only goal after rebirth was to rise up and drag down that ‘first empress of all times’!

Naturally, he did not know that if he had really left the Ironbone Sect, all his memories of the Muscle Molding Room and the Tendon Altering Sutra would have been wiped. 

Jun Changxiao said, “This Lord will go to Qingyang City tomorrow, leading you to see the big wide world.”

The big wide world? Ye Xingchen sneered. 

As one of the Ten Great Martial Emperors of the previous generation, what ‘big wide world’ hadn’t he seen?

…

The next day.

The disciples continued to cultivate as usual.

Jun Changxiao was already leaving, bringing Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomo, Xiao Zuiji, and Ye Xingchen to Qingyang City. 

“Sect Head.” On the way there, Li Qingyang said, “The alliance chief invited you. Bringing us there is a little improper.”

Jun Changxiao said, “There’s nothing improper.”

Ye Xingchen was thinking to himself as they walked.

Tch. Only attending a small commandery’s sect conference, does this count as the ‘big wide world’?

Back then, this Emperor was on Scarlet Cloud Mountain, discussing the martial way in the Ninth Great Martial Debate. All living things directly paid homage.  

This guy was still immersed in the glory of his past. 

After several days of cultivation, Ye Xingchen’s physique had improved greatly. Without the Muscle Molding Room, it would have been impossible to grow so quickly. 

Unfortunately, he hadn’t comprehended the Tendon Altering Sutra, much less the Grand Mysterious True Sutra, so his cultivation was still Meridian Opening Stage One.

The new body’s aptitude was just too poor.

…

Qingyang City. 

Jun Changxiao had arrived here once more.

Unlike last time, the gazes of the passersby had turned from ridicule to awe.

His disciples were in the Top 4; he’d completely destroyed the Spirit Spring Sect. 

At this time, who would dare disregard the Ironbone Sect?

“Sect Head Jun.”

Patriarch Li welcomed them, his face all smiles.

“Father,” Li Qingyang called out. 

After joining the sect, this was his first time returning to Qingyang City. 

Sympathetically, Jun Changxiao said, “Be filial and go accompany your father. I will bring your junior brothers to this meeting.”

That was why he had brought Li Qingyang to the city. 

Li Qingyang seriously responded, “Sect Head, once the matter has been settled, Disciple will visit his father.”

He was Patriarch Li’s son, but he was also an Ironbone Sect disciple.

This banquet, the alliance chief and various experts had come with nefarious intentions. How could the second disciple not accompany the sect head?

“Alright,” Jun Changxiao agreed. “Patriarch Li, this Lord has some matters and will visit your home afterwards.”

Saying that, he left for Star Moon Pavilion. 

“Ah…” Watching his son depart, Patriarch Li sighed. 

He knew that Jun Changxiao was heading to a meeting. The Star Moon Pavilion had been reserved yesterday and there would be numerous experts and sect leaders in attendance. Qingyang wouldn’t face any problems, right…?

“There’s at least 30 sect leaders in Star Moon Pavilion, what a group!”

“If it were me, seeing so many great people at once, I would be frozen with fear!”

“Sect Head Jun destroyed the Spirit Spring Sect, so the alliance is definitely furious. This time they called for a meeting, they will definitely poke and prod at his issues.”

The people on the streets gossiped.

Xie Guangkun was currently in his study, having heard from a guard about the Ironbone Sect entering the city. “Boy, this is an internal matter of your alliance. This City Lord will not participate, I hope that you can deal with it.”

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