Chapter 39: Ai Zou? Being Beaten Up?

 

 

Translator: Lordbluefire  Editor: Millman97

This kick from Sect Leader Jun came very suddenly and was executed very swiftly. Only when the young master in the embroidered clothes fell to the ground did his servants and subordinates come to their senses.

 

"Young master!"

 

They panicked and rushed over, helping their young master up. When they saw the large footprint imprinted on the right face of their young master, they knew the force behind the kick was not light at all!

 

The young master clutched his face and spoke with disbelief. "You… you actually hit me‽"

 

"Brat, you are in great trouble now!"

 

"Our master is the third young master of the Ai Clan. Beating him is equivalent to beating the entire Ai Clan!"

 

"Your Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect should just wait to be exterminated!"

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A few subordinates called out in anger and arrogance.

 

However, they soon shut up. The disciples of the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect rushed out from within the gate and stood behind Jun Changxiao while glaring angrily at this bunch of people.

 

The third young master of the Ai Clan only had a few subordinates with him.

 

When facing Sect Leader Jun's disciples, who were close to one hundred in number, they immediately cowered.

 

One could not help but say that having a bunch of disciples truly was not bad. At the very least, he did not need to act personally in such a situation and could already constitute a major threat!

 

Comparing strength? You can't match me.

 

Comparing numbers? You can't match me either!

 

"Ai Clan?" Jun Changxiao laughed. "Is the Ai Clan very powerful? Does the Ai Clan dare exterminate my Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect?"

 

Li Qingyang leaned over and whispered, "Sect leader, the Ai Clan is a famous major clan of the Huyang City."

 

Huyang City?

 

Jun Changxiao had heard of it before. It was one of the eight major cities of Qingyang County, and its status was lower than Qingyang City. Huyang City had a large population. They also had several clans and sects there.

 

"The Ai Clan has been in the business of alchemy pills for many generations," Li Qingyang said. "They are the suppliers for many sects and have immense financial clout and social connections. They are much stronger than my clan."

 

"So, they are in the business of selling alchemy pills?" Jun Changxiao touched his nose.

 

Li Qingyang said, "This young man, Ai Zou, is the third son of the current Ai Clan Leader. He always depends on the might of his clan to commit outrages in the city. He is considered a famous silk-pants1 in Qingyang County."

 

"Ai Zou?" Jun Changxiao shook his head. "This name sounds like he is asking for a beating1."

 

"…" Li Qingyang was speechless.

 

He said so much to the sect leader mainly because Ai Zou's clan was not simple and should not be offended.

 

Ai Zou endured the fiery pain on his face as he roared in rage, "Brat, quickly get the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect Leader out. Make him apologize to this young master immediately!"

 

Jun Changxiao said, "You don't need to shout. The sect leader is right here."

 

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves gracefully and stood with his hands behind his back while pushing out his chest.

 

He looked like the model example of a sect leader!

 

"Right here?" Ai Zou glared at Li Qingyang and continued to rage. "So, you are the sect leader? Quickly apologize to this young master!"

 

Li Qingyang's lips twitched. He then hurriedly took two steps back and turned his gaze to Jun Changxiao. He was using his gaze to tell the other party that Jun Changxiao was the sect leader of the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect.

 

"Isn't he the sect leader?"

 

Seeing Li Qingyang stepping back, Ai Zou realized that he had guessed wrong. After that, he swept his gaze over the disciples at the back, trying to determine who the sect leader was. He began to roar, "Iron Bones Sect Leader, do you think that this young master will let this matter go just because you are hiding in the dark?"

 

"…" Li Qingyang.

 

"…" The disciples.

 

All of them had the same thought in mind.

 

Is this fellow an idiot?

 

The expression of Jun Changxiao, who had long postured himself according to his image of how a sect leader should look, immediately changed. After that, he could no longer help it and cursed out loud. "Are you a f*cking retard? This daddy is standing right before you, blinding your eyes with my radiance, yet you cannot tell I'm the sect leader‽"

 

Thud! Thud!

 

As he spoke, Jun Changxiao stormed over in anger.

 

One of the servants hurriedly moved in front of the young master to shield him. He then raised his fists and adopted a fighting posture as he stuttered, "I… I'm warning you. Don't… don't come ov…"

 

"Scram!" Jun Changxiao kicked the servant who spoke aside. He then stopped before Ai Zou and grabbed his collar, pulling him over. His gaze was cold, and his tone was sharp as he said, "Brat, listen carefully. This seat is none other than the Iron Bones Sect Leader!"

 

His voice was low and brimming with killing intent!

 

Ai Zou was so scared that his scalp turned numb. He did not even dare sweat.

 

The surrounding servants and subordinates were all perspiring with cold sweat, their backs completely drenched.

 

Having killed so many bandits before, when he grew angry, Jun Changxiao's gaze and aura would involuntarily exude a terrifying killing intent. For a silk-pants like Ai Zou who only knew how to bully the weak, how would he be able to endure this?

 

"Do you understand now?" Jun Changxiao roared in rage.

 

The volume of his voice was very loud. Even Li Qingyang and the disciples behind him could not help but be shocked. When these words rang out in Ai Zou's ears, it felt like a rumbling bolt of thunder. He was so afraid that his guts got almost crushed. His expression contorted, his mouth opened slowly, and he spoke in a tone that suggested he was about to cry. "Un… understood!"

 

Jun Changxiao pointed to the stairs leading down the mountain and coldly said, "Scram."

 

Swish! Swish!

 

The subordinates of the Ai Clan seemed to have their Ren and Du meridians cleared. They moved with the fastest speed and carried Ai Zou, quickly vanishing. They did not even leave behind any ruthless words.

 

Jun Changxiao's killing intent had not dissipated yet. He then turned around.

 

When the disciples matched his gaze, they involuntarily retreated a step back while feeling their fine hairs standing.

 

"Sect leader," Li Qingyang said weakly, "are you okay?"

 

As Jun Changxiao walked over, the killing intent he emitted gradually dispersed. He placed a hand on Li Qingyang's shoulder and spoke in a half-sobbing tone. "Does this seat not resemble a sect leader at all?"

 

Li Qingyang could only express his sympathy.

 

The other disciples also expressed that they could understand the feelings of sorrow in the heart of their sect leader.

 

"Don't cry anymore." Lu Qianqian leaned against a tree. She shot a glance at the young man lying on the ground and calmly said, "This young man is heavily injured. If we don't act fast to treat him, he would die shortly after."

 

…

 

In the medical pavilion of the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect, there were no medical instruments or any medicine. There was only a simple-looking bed. Even the name 'medical pavilion' was something thought up on the spot by Jun Changxiao when he was carrying the injured young man over.

 

A sect not only needed an outer court and an inner court—it naturally also needs a medical pavilion, a training hall, a martial skills pavilion, and many other facilities.

 

No hurry, no hurry.

 

The path had to be walked step by step. Things needed to be done bit by bit. If one strode too widely, it was easy to cause their balls to be in pain.

 

After a preliminary inspection, Li Qingyang said, "Sect leader, he has eight broken ribs and very serious internal injuries. The situation is extremely bad. He needs immediate treatment."

 

"Will we make it in time if we take him to a doctor in the town?" Jun Changxiao asked.

 

Li Qingyang shook his head. "His injuries are too heavy. It would be very difficult for ordinary doctors to cure him, unless…"

 

"Unless what?"

 

"Unless we use the alchemy pills handed down to us through ancient times. Only then will his situation take a turn for the better."

 

The injuries of this young man were not as heavy as his injuries before. So, Li Qingyang was sure that if the sect leader took out the recovery pill again, this young man would surely be cured easily.

 

"This…" Jun Changxiao muttered irresolutely to himself.

 

Lu Qianqian leaned against the door and calmly said, "Do you think a pill that could make one's injuries recover are as common as peas and candies?"

 

"That's true too." Li Qingyang glanced at the young man who had a face filled with dirt. He shook his head. "Sect leader, he can hold on for another four hours at most."

 

Jun Changxiao propped his chin. "I do have one more recovery pill. Do you guys think we should use it to save him or not?"

 

"Yes!"

 

"Nope!"

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Chapter 40: Are You Willing to Recruit Trash?

 

Translator: Lordbluefire  Editor: Millman97

Li Qingyang said to save him, but Lu Qianqian said not to.

 

Their personalities were totally different, so their way of thinking was different as well.

 

"Senior sister!" Li Qingyang seriously said. "Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story Buddhist pagoda!"

 

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

 

Such words were spoken by him when he saved Li Qingyang. In the end, that woman simply looked at him like she was looking at an idiot.

 

"Tsk." Lu Qianqian was as calm as ever. "How many people die here on the Fallen Star Continent every day? Can you save everyone?"

 

Li Qingyang fell silent.

 

Lu Qianqian said, "We are a sect. We are not a medical hall that cures and saves people. Our sect leader most probably doesn't have many of those pills. Why should we use it on an insignificant outsider instead of keeping the pills for ourselves?"

 

Li Qingyang was left speechless.

 

Jun Changxiao patted his shoulder. "Qingyang, you have a kind heart, and this is very rare. But sometimes, reality is cruel."

 

"Sect leader, I…" Li Qingyang wanted to say something but hesitated.

 

Jun Changxiao continued. "This seat didn't expect the alchemy pills passed down from ancient times to have such wondrous effects. That's why I let you consume one.

 

"Now that we know how effective it is, we naturally understand how precious such alchemy pills are. We have to be extremely careful when using them and cannot casually take them out to save irrelevant people."

 

"You have finally grown smarter," Lu Qianqian calmly said.

 

Li Qingyang's voice was pained. "Sect leader, do you regret feeding me that recovery pill?"

 

Jun Changxiao shook his head. "Because I saved you, it led to you joining us and becoming the second disciple of the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect. If this seat didn't save you then, that would then be a thing this seat regretted."

 

Li Qingyang felt much better in his heart after hearing this.

 

Jun Changxiao walked toward the unconscious young man and mumbled, "A recovery pill allowed this seat to recruit a student with outstanding talent then. I hope I will also have an unexpected harvest this time around."

 

Lu Qianqian was stunned. "You want to save him?"

 

"One of our disciples died earlier. By saving him, we can fill the gap," Jun Changxiao replied.

 

Lu Qianqian was speechless.

 

Although the amount of time they had interacted was not long, she knew that the sect leader would never change his mind on things he had decided on.

 

Ding!

 

"Host spent one contribution point. One low-grade recovery pill obtained. The item has been transferred to the interspatial ring."

 

Ding!

 

"Sect contribution point: 29/100."

 

Since he had saved Li Qingyang, roughly a month and a few days had passed. If they did not mention the recovery pill again, Jun Changxiao would have forgotten it.

 

One contribution point could buy a recovery pill that allowed one's injuries to heal rapidly. If there was no limit, he would definitely not hesitate to buy them all.

 

Jun Changxiao took out the recovery pill and tossed it into the mouth of the injured young man.

 

"Do you really think that second junior brother's level of talent is so common that any random person you save would have it?" Lu Qianqian coldly asked.

 

"My luck might be good." Jun Changxiao shrugged.

 

Lu Qianqian rolled her eyes. "If his talent isn't bad, why would he be bullied so badly by some trash at the second and third stage of the Meridian Opening Realm?"

 

"Right." Jun Changxiao touched his chin. "Why didn't I think of that?"

 

"Cough, cough."

 

At this moment, the young man woke up from his unconsciousness due to the recovery pill. When he opened his eyes, he stammered in astonishment, "I… I'm still alive?"

 

"That's right. You're still alive," Jun Changxiao said.

 

The young man sat up on the bed. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, and after seeing Jun Changxiao clearly, he clasped his hands. "Sect Leader Jun, please allow me to join the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect."

 

"You are acquainted with this seat?" Jun Changxiao asked.

 

"A month ago, I met you during the Hundred Sects Recruitment event, Sect Leader Jun," the young man replied. "I came here solely because I hoped to join your sect and learn martial arts from you!"

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"I see!" Jun Changxiao then asked, "What is your name? Where are you from?"

 

The young man paused before summoning up his courage. "My name is Xiao Zuiji, a direct descendant of the Xiao Clan from Liyang City."

 

"You are Xiao Zuiji?" Li Qingyang exclaimed.

 

"You know him?"

 

"A genius that's rarely seen in one thousand years, someone with a perfect-grade spirit root," Li Qingyang said heavily. "Everyone in Qingyang County knows of him."

 

"Perfect-grade spirit root?" Jun Changxiao's eyes were wide open.

 

Even Lu Qianqian at the side also cast a look of astonishment over.

 

This young man in tattered, beggar-like clothes had even higher spirit root quality compared to her second junior brother?

 

"Haha!" Jun Changxiao laughed uproariously. "Qianqian, this seat's gamble has paid off!"

 

A recovery pill in exchange for Li Qingyang who had a high-grade spirit root. Now, he used yet another recovery pill and obtained a genius with a perfect-grade spirit root.

 

What did this mean? It meant that good deeds would surely be rewarded!

 

"From today onward," Jun Changxiao suppressed his joy as he announced, "you are the ninety-ninth member of my Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect."

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Xiao Zuiji agitatedly clasped his hands. "This disciple, Xiao Zuiji, pays his respect to the sect leader!"

 

"Hmm." Jun Changxiao nodded. "Qingyang, go and get the entry form."

 

"Yes," Li Qingyang replied. But he hesitated slightly and whispered, "Sect leader, this disciple has to make things clear. This young man was once a genius that's rarely seen even in one thousand years. But later on, it's unknown why, but his spirit root quality degenerated to the low-grade. His twelve main meridians once again closed up, and his cultivation base is now non-existent."

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Ga!

 

The muscles on Jun Changxiao's face froze.

 

This was such an important thing, yet you only mentioned it now? You might as well wait until the cows come home before you tell me!

 

Sect Leader Jun suddenly felt regret.

 

But words that were spoken were like saliva that was spat out. It was impossible to take them back.

 

Li Qingyang said, "Because his spirit root degenerated, his fiancée led people to the Xiao Clan to cancel their engagement and humiliated him badly. After that, the Xiao Clan felt that his existence was too shameful. Hence, they expelled him."

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Jun Changxiao's lips twitched.

 

A genius becoming trash, even his fiancée went to cancel the engagement?

 

Were such developments not usually mentioned in novels? Such things only normally happened to the main character, right? He did not expect he would actually meet and accept one as a disciple!

 

Although Li Qingyang's voice was soft, Xiao Zuiji still heard it. He slowly lowered his head as a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into the flesh of his palms, causing waves of pain to hit him.

 

 

Jun Changxiao noticed this action. He said, "Go on, get the entry form."

 

"Yes." Li Qingyang went to execute the order.

 

Lu Qianqian folded her arms and calmly said, "Sect leader, this tras…"

 

But she immediately shut up when she saw the solemn look on Jun Changxiao's face.

 

"Sect leader," Xiao Zuiji asked, "are you willing to recruit trash?"

 

"I'm not willing," Jun Changxiao honestly replied.

 

Xiao Zuiji said dispiritedly, "I also know that I'm not worthy of becoming a disciple of the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect. Sect Leader Jun, I've disturbed you enough."

 

Xiao Zuiji's shoulders dropped, and he lowered his head as he walked out of the medical hall.

 

Li Qingyang took the entry form and ran over, but when he saw Xiao Zuiji leaving despondently, he could not help but be puzzled. "Senior sister, what's going on with him?"

 

 

Lu Qianqian calmly spoke. "He felt that he was trash and wasn't worthy of joining our sect. Hence, he left on his own."

 

Looking at that depressed back, Li Qingyang consoled, "Young Master Xiao, you were once a genius that's rarely seen even in one thousand years. As long as you stay in the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect, you will surely be able to gain back everything you have lost under the guidance of our sect leader!"

 

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