Chapter 7

"You heard that, right? The head of that sect visited a brothel and got arrested by the authorities. After escaping from jail, he came here to participate in the recruitment this year!"

"Isn't that ridiculous? Does that sect even still exist?"

"A young man with some mental issues claims to be the second head of the Ironbone Sect. I bet he's only at the second or third stage of Kaimai."

"He's in the second stage of Kaimai and dares to inherit the leadership? Shouldn't we, who are in the third or fourth stage, start our own sects on the hilltops instead?"

Jun Changxiao stood at the city gate with a confident smile and made a humorous declaration in a grandiose manner, immediately causing a heated discussion in Qingyang City. However, it was all just laughter and mockery.

The Ironbone Sect, which had some prestige under its previous leader Wang, had fallen into obscurity. Now, everyone just remembered it as a joke.

As Jun Changxiao walked the streets of Qingyang City, he heard people discussing him and saw their disdainful glances. He felt a pang of sadness.

Even though he was a sect leader, he was being treated just like any protagonist in those stories about waste material being ridiculed.

Wait a minute.

Those protagonists, after crossing into another world, usually got a golden finger (a special cheat ability) and embarked on a path to become geniuses, defeating demons, and marrying beautiful women.

What about me?

Even though I have a system, I still have a bomb tied to me, and I'm afraid I'll die miserably or in a tricky situation.

Lu Qianqian said, "Head, do you want to find a hole to crawl into?"

This woman.

Can't she comfort my injured heart?

"Sigh!"

Jun Changxiao took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I haven't experienced any major ups and downs in this place. Why should I care about others' petty criticisms?"

"Major ups and downs?"

Lu Qianqian murmured, "I'm afraid you haven't left Qingyang Village since you were young."

Ha!

I've died once; isn't that enough of a storm?

Jun Changxiao ignored this cold, sharp-tongued girl and walked towards the west, where the recruitment was being held.

Along the way, many people pointed and whispered behind him.

Ignoring their chatter, Jun Changxiao raised his head and walked proudly.

He had one advantage.

He was a transmigrator and had an extraordinary attitude.

If this had been the original Jun Changxiao, or a warrior concerned about his self-esteem, being ridiculed so openly would have made him vomit blood on the spot from anger.

Lu Qianqian followed, observing how the head endured the mocking passersby with ease, and thought, "Can he really bear this?"

He can't bear it.

Because in Jun Changxiao's view, only with strength can he shut their mouths of ridicule.

Just wait!

Sooner or later, I will make you all talk about the Ironbone Sect with reverence and awe!

The main task given by the system had to be completed by Jun Changxiao. Even after being laughed at by passersby, he had to complete it!

Previously passive, now active, there was a fundamental difference.

...

Qingyang City was large.

The west part of the city was where the annual recruitment was held, and the scale was quite grand.

Jun Changxiao arrived at the venue and saw many tents set up on the martial arts field, each with its own powerful sect banner.

Dadaomen!

Golden Dragon Gang!

Elite Lodge!

Tiger Sect...

Various martial arts names appeared dazzling.

Boys and girls who arrived early, accompanied by their parents or relatives, asked detailed questions about the sects.

The general content was—

How is this school?

How many members are there?

What level of martial arts techniques do they teach?

What martial arts level can be achieved if I train here?

After listening for a while, Jun Changxiao shook his head secretly and thought, "This isn't a recruitment fair; it's a job fair!"

"Head."

Lu Qianqian whispered, "We need to find an open space and set up a tent like them, to meet the recruitment requirements and attract attention."

Since we're here, we should follow the local customs.

Jun Changxiao looked around and pointed to an empty spot in the distance, "That spot is good."

Lu Qianqian looked in the direction he pointed and frowned slightly, "Dadaomen on the left is an eighth-class sect, and Tiger Sect on the right is also eighth-class. Are you sure you want to set up in the middle of them?"

Jun Changxiao smiled, "Since those two sects are well-known, they'll definitely attract a lot of attention when the recruitment starts. Being in the middle, we can get some of that attention too."

Lu Qianqian thought for a moment, "That makes sense."

"Let's go."

Jun Changxiao said, "Let's set up our tent."

(Lu Qianqian) and Jun Changxiao moved to the gap between the two eighth-class sects, skillfully setting up a simple tent.

The annual recruitment isn't about luxurious shelters; it's about providing a space to avoid wind and rain. Unless a sect is powerful and wealthy, their setup won't be extravagant.

For example, the Dadaomen on the left and the Tiger Sect on the right.

Both sects had some strength, and their setups were luxurious and impressive.

Compared to them, the simple tent Jun Changxiao set up was instantly overshadowed.

Of course.

This was intentional.

With two luxurious setups on either side, their rudimentary tent stood out and easily attracted attention.

Some people eat and drink.

Jun Changxiao believed this kind of behavior was called standing out.

After talking with a young man, the deacon of Long Knife Sect saw an extra tent beside him and said, "Which sect is so short-sighted to set up next to my Long Knife Sect?"

The people from Tiger Sect also noticed.

A disciple rolled up his sleeves and walked out fiercely, "Who dares to set up camp next to my Tiger Sect? They must be crazy!"

As it happened, Jun Changxiao had just hung up the martial banner.

Seeing the five words "Ironbone Sect" written above, the faces of the two sects showed deep disdain.

"Spit."

The Tiger Sect disciple spat and said, "A sect whose head got arrested for visiting a brothel, and they set up camp next to my Tiger Sect? It's a disgrace!"

"Hey!"

The deacon of Long Knife Sect pointed at Jun Changxiao impatiently, "This is the territory of Long Knife Sect. Move your tent."

The two sects did not consider the Ironbone Sect at all, as it was a ninth-class sect, which was one grade lower than their own.

Lu Qianqian said indifferently, "The venue for the recruitment fair is provided by the Qingyang city lord. When did it become the territory of an eighth-class sect?"

Jun Changxiao remained silent.

The ninth-class sect is not that much different from the eighth class under her sharp tongue.

My sect is only a ninth class; it definitely isn't any more reputable!

Hearing "eighth-class sect," the deacon of Long Knife Sect was angry but couldn't refute.

She was right.

The venue is provided by the city lord of Qingyang City.

Even an eighth-class sect doesn't have the authority to claim it as their own.

The disciples of Tiger Sect were also angry because Lu Qianqian's words included their sect.

Jun Changxiao stepped forward to diffuse the situation, "The hundred sects recruitment is about to begin. We're all part of the hundred sects. We should be harmonious and not stir up trouble."

"If Wang were still the head, we might consider the Ironbone Sect part of the hundred sects, but now..." The deacon of Long Knife Sect sneered, "Not even worth mentioning!"

"Exactly."

The Tiger Sect disciple raised an eyebrow and said, "A sect whose head got caught in a scandal should have dissolved long ago. Coming to Qingyang City for recruitment is just a joke."

Jun Changxiao's face changed. He could tolerate being laughed at by passersby, but he couldn't bear the humiliation and satire from these two sects.

"Two."

He touched his nose and smiled, "I'm setting up here today. If you don't like it, you can come and bite me, or you can move my tent."