The Strongest Sect of All Times

Outside the arena, everyone stared at Qin Haoran. In his hands was a thick stack of banknotes. Since there were actually too many, several of the disciples were helping him. 

10 million taels!

That was a huge amount!

Jun Changxiao said, “Alliance Chief Qin is truly someone who keeps his word, this lord really admires you, but… Can you let go?”

Qin Haoran was handing over the money, but he had not let go, so it was hard for Jun Changxiao to take the money. 

Based on the trembling of the man’s features, he definitely felt like a knife was twisting inside his heart!

Vast Spirit Gate did not run many businesses, so all extra income was through his status as alliance chief. He had laboriously made money, but suddenly had to take so much out. Anyone would find it hard to bear. 

However. 

Was money more important or was dignity more important?

With Qin Haoran’s personality, dignity was more important!

After struggling with himself for several moments, Qin Haoran’s hand loosened and the stack of banknotes plopped into Jun Changxiao’s hands. 

After he handed them over, he painfully turned his head and walked away, fearing that he would snatch them back if he turned around. 

Oh, how Qin Haoran regretted it!

If time could be rewound, if it could return to before the disciples fought, even if he couldn’t change the final result, he would never make such a ridiculous bet again!

The bet had been made by him; not even Jun Changxiao had expected it. 

This was a hole he had dug for himself, one which he happily jumped into, and one that was so deep he couldn’t be pulled back up. 

Under the gaze of the others, Jun Changxiao licked the tip of his finger and thumbed through the stack. After determining that all 10 million taels were accounted for, he put them away with a smile. 

He earned points and made money. 

This visit to the Vast Spirit Gate was definitely worth it!

Behind him, Li Qingyang had already started to think. Since Sect Head earned money, he will definitely want to rebuild part of the sect. After heading back, I should create a new design.

Look!

He didn’t even need Sect Head Jun! This boy had already become one with his role as manager of internal affairs, coming to this conclusion by himself. He was deserving of praise!

…

Qin Haoran felt like his heart was bleeding, but he steeled himself and turned around. “Sect Head Jun, can we start?”

The disciples had lost, his dignity was gone, and he was even poorer by 10 million taels. But the man could still maintain a smile. How monstrous. 

“Sure,” Jun Changxiao hummed. 

Just as he was about to go up, City Lord Xie urged, “Sect Head Jun, please reconsider!”

“Yeah!” Ai Shangni also said, “Alliance Chief Qin is in a fit of temper. If you guys fight now, something will definitely happen!”

Jun Changxiao said, “This Jun is very grateful that you two worry, but please relax. Since I accepted, then I also have confidence.”

A Martial Apprentice against a Martial Ancestor, what confidence?

Moreover, what weapon?

Qin Haoran was the lord of a sect. Let’s not talk about high tiered weapons, but he definitely had a mid-grade one!

Cultivation wasn’t balanced. 

Weapons weren’t balanced either. 

City Lord Xie and Patriarch Ai were completely unable to understand where this assurance came from!

“Sect Head Jun, are you afraid now?”

“You can still regret it now.”

“Alliance Chief Qin has already paid the money he owes from the bet. If this guy backs out now, life’s a joke.”

The Alliance members taunted. 

Sect Head Jun did not pay attention to them. He stepped forward, standing at the center of the stage. 

“Based on his aura, Sect Head Jun is at the peak of Martial Apprentice. Daring to accept Martial Ancestor level Alliance Chief Qin’s challenge, he’s a real man!”

“Alliance Chief Qin lost so badly, of course he’s going to angrily challenge the sect leader. Since that guy came to the Vast Spirit Gate, he has to be ready.”

“Swords do not have eyes, I fear there will be blood!”

The audience discussed. 

In their hearts they guessed that since Vast Spirit Gate had lost so much money, if Qin Haoran lost all reason, the least of their worries would be Jun Changxiao’s death!

They were underestimating Alliance Chief Qin. 

Although he was incomparably angry, there was still the Azure Mountain Sect and the Ai Family in attendance. It was definitely awful. At most it would be… Hmn, two hands cut off. That way, even if the hands could be reattached, it would still affect future cultivation. 

Murder was a terrible action plan. 

Letting the guy have no future achievements was the best revenge!

Tak. 

Qin Haoran also walked onstage. Clenching his palm, the space around him rippled with energy. An iron mace emerged out of thin air, pale golden in color. Upon the handle was inscribed the character ‘Fan’. 

“A weapon made by Grandmaster Fan!” the audience exclaimed. 

Weapons smithed by the top grandmaster blacksmiths of Falling Star Continent would bring great surprise to the audience wherever the appeared. 

“Grandmaster Fan primarily works with swords, he’s only made one mace his entire life!” one martial artist yelled. “That’s the high-grade basic ‘Soul-Seizing Double Mace’!”

The audience was immediately filled with burning envy. 

A mid-grade weapon made by Grandmaster Fan was worth bragging about for a lifetime. But Alliance Chief Qin had a high-grade weapon, and it was the only-one-of-its-kind mace!

Wang Donglin said, “Grandmaster Fan used a millennium old hammer to smith this object. When using spirit power, it will have terrifying potential. If you try to counter upfront, a lighter weapon will disintegrate and the mace will injure the mind and body. Thus, it is called the Soul-Seizing Double Mace.”

Though it seemed like he was speaking to himself, he was saying it all so that Jun Changxiao could hear. That way, Sect Head Jun could understand the weapon he was facing and come up with a proper plan. 

Fuck planning!

The opponent had already pulled out a high-grade weapon, Sect Head Jun was doomed for sure! If it goes down badly, his soul might be damaged!

City Lord Xie and the Ai Family were internally panicking. 

Jun Changxiao thought, This Soul-Seizing Double Mace is much stronger than Wei Yinu’s defective Gold Dragon Broadsword.

“Sect Head Jun,” Qin Haoran indifferently said. “Please reveal your weapon.”

Huff!

Jun Changxiao took a deep breath, then raised his right hand, five fingers gently spread out. 

Buzz!

Space seemed to warp and a long weapon gradually appeared. By the time five fingers wrapped around it, it was clearly visible. 

It was a long blade, the entire weapon being about 2 meters in length. The actual blade occupied ¼ of that length, the rest being hilt. 

Both sides of the blade were dark green. The part that connected the blade to the hilt was in the shape of a roaring gold dragon, its flames in the shape of another dragon, a green one which sprawled across the blade. 

Under the light of the sun, the blade flashed with sharp glares, showing off its majestic potential!

This was the Martial Saint Guan Yunchang’s weapon, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade!

“Good blade!” Wang Donglin praised. 

Cit Lord Xie and Patriarch Ai saw the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and understood the assurance Jun Changxiao was talking about!

“That blade is definitely uncommon!”

“The hilt has a ‘Guan’ character, but our Falling Star Continent doesn’t have a smithing grandmaster with the last name of ‘Guan’?”

“Based on the imposing manner of the weapon, it’s not weaker than Alliance Chief Qin’s Soul-Seizing Double Mace!”

The audience murmured. 

They envied this eighth-grade sect’s leader for having such an imposing weapon!

When the Green Dragon Crescent Blade appeared and Jun Changxiao grasped onto the ice cold hilt, a feeling of missing his family and friends during festive occasions [1] while the moon descended, crows cawed, and frostiness filled the sky [2] welled up inside him. 

Although he had not lived during the Three Kingdoms Era, had not seen the righteousness of Second Master Guan with his own two eyes, he was a citizen of China. Today, he would use this weapon in another world. Truly — I am proud of myself, proud of my country!

“Come!”

As if he was a soldier on the battlefield, Jun Changxiao called out, “Let us exchange 300 rounds!”

Shua!

He swung his right arm, wielding the blade. 

Because the blade had inertia, his body tilted forward. But the Green Dragon Crescent Blade was entirely still, steady as Mount Tai!

Strange.

Had he used too little strength? Why hadn’t it moved?

Jun Changxiao tried several times, but his body moved while the blade seemed stuck in place. He was unable to lift it!

Wang Donglin: “……”

Ai Shangni: “……”

Ironbone Sect disciples: “……”

Caw, caw, caw—

A crow flew past in the sky, the atmosphere instantly becoming incomparably awkward. 

Under the eyes of the crowd, this guy actually couldn’t even lift his own weapon. How disgraceful!

Jun Changxiao was roaring, What’s going on??

The system doused his spirits by saying, [The Green Dragon Crescent Blade. Although it has no labeled rank, there’s probably a strength requirement. The host has not reached the designated standard and therefore cannot use it!]

“Fuck!”

Huff!

At this time, Qin Haoran came swinging with the mace. Spirit energy poured into the weapon and thick waves of qi rolled through the arena, causing Jun Changxiao’s pupils to dilate!

Fuck me….

Bang—

[1] a phrase from the Tang poem by Wang Wei titled “Remembering my Shandong Brothers on the 9th of September”:

独在异乡为异客, (As a stranger in a foreign land alone,) 每逢佳节倍思亲, (I miss my loved ones more dearly on this festive day,) 遥知兄弟登高处, (When brothers carry dogwood up the mountain,) 遍插茱萸少一人 (Each of them has a branch, but one of us is missing.)

[2] the first line of the Tang poem by Zhang Ji titled “Maple Bridge Night Mooring”:

月落乌啼霜满天, (The moon sets, crows caw, and frostiness fills the sky,) 江枫渔火对愁眠, (Staring at the riverside maple trees and fishing boat lights is my melancholy sleeplessness) 姑苏城外寒山寺, (From the Cold Mountain Temple outside of Suzhou) 夜半钟声到客船 (The midnight bells reach my boat.)