NOVEL NEXT Chapter 160: stares
Seven disciples had all been defeated, the main sign board was destroyed, the vault was down 10 million taels, the gate master’s weapon was broken, and the man himself was injured.
The statements above fully explained that Vast Spirit Gate was ruined. Not only had they lost physically, they had lost money, they had lost the dignity of a sixth-grade sect!
“Jun Changxiao! My Vast Spirit Gate is unable to coexist with your Ironbone Sect!”
Qin Haoran clenched his teeth through the pain of his wounds, eyes so red they could petrify a person.
The martial exchange had been lost, dignity had also been lost.
However, the martial artists were still watching on. This aggressive statement had to be thrown out there, because that was Jianghu custom!
Perhaps, if less people were around, Alliance Chief Qin would roll about on the ground. He would bury his head in his hands and wail loudly, like a child.
Motherfucker!
This is too harmful to my self-respect, I am unwilling!
But he had no choice.
It was Jun Changxiao who crashed his sect, not Qin Haoran. He could not hide.
It could be said that he only had himself to blame.
The Spirit Spring Sect hired bandits and assassins; Jun Changxiao had rightfully destroyed that evil. He should have pretended not to know. Oh, how good it would have been if he didn’t stick his neck out?
But he had to kneel and lick the Holy Spring Sect’s feet, leading the Alliance members to place Jun Changxiao on trial at Star Moon Pavilion.
A fifth-grade sect. It would have been alright if all Qin Haoran did was try to curry favor, but he actually spurred the three Holy Spring Sect elders into action.
Regarding this person, Jun Changxiao had to be harsh. Because if someone like this was left alone, it would only exacerbate the problem.
Sect Head Jun did not play with tricks, leading his disciples to challenge the sect: If I beat you where everyone can see, trampling upon your dignity, who can complain?
Old Pal, no problems!
…
Foot of the mountain, Vast Spirit Gate.
Jun Changxiao’s whole body seemed to have gone soft, his body swaying.
Xiao Zuiji was quick to act, quickly supporting him with an arm. He worriedly asked, “Sect Head, are you all right?”
“I… I’m alright…” Jun Changxiao’s complexion was pallid as he wheezed out, “Go, let’s return to the sect.”
Wang Donglin followed at their heels. “Sect Head Jun’s blade should be at least high-grade advanced. Since he forcefully used it with Martial Apprentice cultivation, he is lucky that his physical body did not disintegrate and only became exhausted.”
“……”
Jun Changxiao was silent.
Although he used a Strength Talisman in order to wield the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, those five slashes had completely exhausted all of the energy within his dantian! He was completely and utterly exhausted.
Walking out from Vast Spirit Gate, it was just ironbone unyielding stubbornness holding him up.
Huff!
Jun Changxiao breathed out. Luckily it pushed Qin Haoran out of the arena. Otherwise, the unlucky one would have been me.
Just relying on the 200 point Green Dragon Crescent Blade and the Strength Talisman to beat a First Stage Martial Ancestor? Defeating an opponent two realms above was too difficult!
Far more than just difficult.
It was simply reaching for the Heavens!
At that time, if Qin Haoran didn’t care about his broken weapon and launched an offensive, Jun Changxiao would have met tragedy. Since his blade was too heavy to wield efficiently, any attack would have dealt tremendous damage.
Long story short.
This exchange, Sect Head Jun had won by luck.
After returning to the sect, I must have the disciples cultivate and finish the Epic Mission as soon as possible, raising my own cultivation! Jun Changxiao decided.
The system said, [According to the host’s strength at the time, it seems you need at least 150,000 jin to wield the weapon.]
At least 150,000 jin?
Jun Changxiao was dumbfounded. “This modified Green Dragon Crescent Blade is terrifying!”
[Ding! The host has spent 20 contribution points, obtaining Basic Strength Talisman x1. The item has been transported to the storage ring.]
[Ding! Sect Contribution: 480/500]
Since he needed sufficient strength to use the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, he would purchase the Strength Talisman in preparation for a time of need.
The blade is strong, but what about the special effect? How strong will it be if I awaken the soul of the Martial Saint? Jun Changxiao wondered.
The system said, [The host can’t even use the Green Dragon Crescent Blade like a normal weapon. Please temporarily forget about the special effect.]
Fine, fine.
If the special effect was too powerful and his own strength couldn’t keep up, the force would explode his body — that would really be ridiculous.
“Sect Head Jun.”
Arriving at an intersection, Patriarch Ai said, “This Ai must return to Huyang City, so we will part ways here!”
“Goodbye…”
Jun Changxiao did not have the strength, but he weakly mumbled some words.
Ai Shangni brought Wang Donglin with him, secretly thinking, The Ironbone Sect disciples are strong because they took the Body Reconstructing Pill. When I get back, I must raise the price!
He recognized that Li Qingyang and the others had all taken the Body Reconstructing Pill, which allowed them to jump ranks to fight. Thus, he prepared for big marketing!
…
Xie Guangkun, Patriarch Li and the others walked with Jun Changxiao.
Because they were still far from Qingyang City and were travelling on small roads, they looked for a clean cave when the sun set.
Jun Changxiao sad cross-legged, revolving the Tendon Altering Sutra, starting to refill his dantian.
Xiao Zuiji was hidden on a tree outside the cave with the Type 88 rifle. From time to time he would use the scope, observing the surroundings.
Ten members of Drizzle Hall were settled in the area, catching even the scurrying of a mouse.
Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo were also defending the entrance.
Tian Qi and Li fei were next to the sect head, providing absolute protection.
Seeing how they were so alert, Xie Guangkun sat before the fire with a smile. “Qin Haoran is still a respected person, he would not chase after us with despicable methods.”
Jun Changxiao’s energy had restored some, so he opened his eyes to say, “City Lord Xie, it is best to stay vigilant when away from home.”
He wasn’t worried about Qin Haoran, but was worried about other members of the Hundred Sects Alliance, worried about those two unknown groups of assassins.
His challenge with the Vast Spirit Gate had definitely spread through Qinyang Commandery. If those who had nasty intentions heard about it, they would definitely act.
Bang—
Suddenly, there was the sound of gunfire.
City Lord Xie, Patriarch Li, and the others before the fire were startled by the explosion.
Jun Changxiao said, “Go out and have a look.”
“Yes.”
Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo hurried out the cave; City Lord Xie also rushed out.
Tian Qi and Li Fei moved closer to the sect head, worried about something happening.
Lu Qianqian was leaning on the stone wall near Jun Changxiao, her hand on the hilt of her sword and eyes glittering with severity.
Zhou Hong stood up with his sword in hand, going to stand at the entrance of the cave.
The calmest would be Ye Xingchen, who was playing the bystander as he lay on a pile of hay.
The sound of the Type 88’s gunfire rattled through the originally tranquil cave, instantly causing the group to become serious.
Shua!
Shortly, Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo returned. Dragging a corpse in shadowy clothing over, they reported, “Sect Head, there was only one person.”
“Search him.”
“Mhm.”
Su Xiaomo patted down the body before saying, “Sect Head, there’s nothing on the body.”
“Nothing?” Jun Changxiao touched his chin. “Could he be part of the group from outside Liyang?”
…
Somewhere hidden in the forest, several people in black-clothing were gathered in secrecy.
“Big Brother, Old Third was killed,” one hoarsely whispered.
“This Ironbone Sect is careful, we cannot move rashly, otherwise we will have to face that Invincible Might Cannon,” the other person responded.
“Hateful. So many brothers went to the Ironbone Sect, but haven’t returned. They were definitely done in by that weapon,” another said angrily.
“Big Brother, what should we do now?”
“Retreat first, then devise a plan.”
“Ok.”
Sha, sha, sha!
The five people departed, taking advantage of the darkness and complex terrain.
From their actions, these people were obviously similar to professionally-trained assassin.
However.
These brothers would definitely not have imagined that regardless of how they hid, they had already been spotted by members of Drizzle Hall.
You guys are professionals?
Sorry, you’re way weaker than gold-level assassins from Drizzle Pavilion!