Chapter 27

Calm down.

The first thing to do is rescue the disciples, and then deal with these inhuman robbers.

Jun Changxiao, filled with anger and murderous intent, arrived at the end of the hall. Ten robbers stood guard at the door.

"These must be the elites of Heifengzhai," he thought as he stepped into the hall. As soon as he walked in, he felt cold eyes locking onto him.

There were eight warriors in the hall, and their expressions were murderous.

"These people are at least at the tenth pulse level!" Jun Changxiao thought to himself.

"Boy," a long-haired man with pale skin lounging in a chair sneered, "you've got guts to kill your way here to Heifengzhai."

A middle-aged man with a beard raised his eyebrows and added, "If it weren't for the boss's order, I'd have already screwed your head off and used it as a football!"

Jun Changxiao ignored them and said, "I came to Heifengzhai personally to redeem my disciples. And the big boss sent these little dogs to greet me? Is this how you treat guests?"

"Damn guy!"

"Dare to call us dog meat!"

The eight warriors in the hall were furious, their eyes flashing with a desire to kill Jun Changxiao.

"Hahaha!" A loud laugh echoed through the hall.

A burly middle-aged man stepped in from a side door, sat down on a tiger-skin seat, and said, "Jun Changxiao, your visit brings honor to Heifengzhai."

"Master!" the eight warriors said respectfully.

Jun Changxiao remained calm, but seeing the faint aura of energy gathering around the man, he thought, "He must be a martial artist."

Although the martial artist is only the second level of the martial arts realm on the Starfall Continent, they are much stronger than those at the open pulse level.

According to Jun Changxiao's memory, one martial artist is comparable to ten at the twelfth pulse level. With advanced martial arts, they can easily punch with a thousand pounds of force.

Damn.

Facing a martial artist was quite stressful.

"Big boss," Jun Changxiao said, "I don't like wasting time. I came to Heifengzhai to redeem my disciples."

The boss raised a finger and said with a laugh, "I won't make it difficult. Two hundred silver for each disciple, and you can take them away once you pay."

"Two hundred silver?" Jun Changxiao frowned. "That's a bit expensive."

He only had three hundred silver, enough to redeem just three disciples.

Zhou Tianba, the boss, laughed and said, "I'm giving you a special price because of your reputation. For others, it would be at least two hundred and twenty silver per head."

"Oh?" Jun Changxiao raised an eyebrow. "You know about my reputation?"

Zhou Tianba leaned back and recalled, "We once met in Xiaofeng Tower. We're senior kiln friends."

Kiln friends...

Jun Changxiao twitched at the corner of his mouth.

It turns out this guy also frequented brothels.

"Since that's the case," Jun Changxiao said, "why not give a discount to a kiln friend? How about one hundred silver for all my disciples?"

If money could solve the problem, he'd prefer to redeem his disciples first, then send them to a safe place before coming back to deal with Heifengzhai.

"Haha! One hundred silver? Is this guy kidding?" Several of the lieutenants laughed.

Zhou Tianba, with a stern face, said, "Jun Changxiao, that's not a sincere offer."

Jun Changxiao shrugged helplessly. "We're just a poor sect. We can only offer one hundred silver. Please, as a kiln friend, make an exception."

"An exception?" Zhou Tianba snapped his fingers. "Fine."

Two robbers came out from a side door, dragging a boy with messy hair.

Jun Changxiao frowned.

The young man was one of the disciples he had recruited in Qingyang City.

He had unkempt hair, a blue nose, and a swollen face, clearly having been severely abused.

"Head..." the boy weakly called out upon seeing Jun Changxiao, hope lighting up his eyes in the midst of his despair, "Save me... save me..."

"Thud!" The boy was thrown to the ground in front of the tiger-skin chair.

Zhou Tianba stepped on the boy's head and laughed, "Jun Changxiao, I'll kill him today, so you won't need to pay his ransom."

Jun Changxiao clenched his fists behind his back, anger radiating from him.

As the head of a sect, how could he stand by and watch his disciples be humiliated?

"Don't... don't kill me..." The boy seemed to sense the impending death and cried out in panic, "Don't kill me, I don't want to die. I'm willing to join Heifengzhai! I'll be your slave, just don't kill me..."

"Hahaha! This boy is such a coward!" The lieutenants laughed.

Jun Changxiao grew even angrier.

Damn.

What kind of disciple had he recruited?

"Slash!" Zhou Tianba drew his long knife and beheaded the pleading boy. He smiled and said, "Jun Changxiao, such a coward shouldn't be your disciple. I did you a favor."

"Ding!"

"Sect members: 99/100."

The notification of a reduced member count rang in Jun Changxiao's ears, but he ignored it, slowly raising his head to Zhou Tianba, his eyes cold. "I have a problem with that."

His words were filled with boundless anger.

The boy's cowardice made him angry and disappointed, but he was still a disciple of his sect. No outsider had the right to kill him.

"Hey, this guy seems angry," one of the lieutenants said. "The boss did him a favor by dealing with such a coward."

The eight lieutenants laughed disdainfully.

Jun Changxiao's entrance had not made them take him seriously.

Zhou Tianba's eyes turned cold as he sheathed his long knife and smiled, "Jun Changxiao, what's your problem?"

Jun Changxiao sneered, "My disciples, whether cowardly or guilty, can only be dealt with by me. No one else has the right to intervene."

"Hahaha! Does he think he's really in charge?" One lieutenant sneered. "A ninth-class sect can't compare to our Heifengzhai. How dare he speak like that to our boss?"

Zhou Tianba rested his chin on his palm and said, "So, you're saying I overstepped?"

"Yes," Jun Changxiao replied. "You meddled where you shouldn't have."

Zhou Tianba's face darkened, his eyes becoming icy.

Seeing this, the eight lieutenants realized their boss was angry.

"Boy!" one of them yelled, slamming his fist on the armrest. "Our boss showed you respect because you're a fellow martial artist. Don't take yourself too seriously."

"Slash!" Jun Changxiao drew the Han Feng sword and plunged it into the lieutenant's chest.