All Hail the sect leader (The strongest sect of all time)

"Young man, I see that you have wonderful bones and are a martial arts genius without any other skills. You should consider joining my Iron bone Pupa school as a disciple. Your achievements will be boundless in the future."

Between the pleasant mountains, Jun Chang xiao said to the warrior in front of him, the curve of his mouth giving his handsome, white face an even more attractive look.

Not just a feeling—it was true.

If a woman saw him, she would scream and lose her voice.

"Um…"

The warrior with a green scarf around his head politely said, "Can you remove your foot first?"

Looking down, it turned out Jun Chang xiao had his foot planted on the man's face, pinning him against the turf, leaving a big footprint.

He was being trampled.

Judging by the posture of his fall and the footprints left on his chest, it wasn't a gentle landing.

Jun Changxiao retracted his foot and said apologetically, "I saw you harassing a female disciple of Shuyue Shama and couldn't hold back. I'm so sorry."

"..."

The green-scarved warrior was speechless.

He had just met a beautiful woman and exchanged a few words when he was beaten by the self-proclaimed leader of the Ironbone Sect. What rotten luck.

"Friend."

Jun Changxiao said, "Consider it."

The green-scarved warrior weakly asked, "What if I say no?"

"That's fine."

Jun Changxiao earnestly said, "I have always convinced others through virtue and never forced anyone!"

"Sorry."

The green-scarved warrior, enduring the pain, declined: "I have joined the Lingquan sect and can't be your disciple."

He had finally passed the Lingquan sect assessment and become a registered disciple. How could he switch to another sect now?

Especially to something called the Ironbone Sect?

Just hearing the name, it sounded like a sect that didn't even register on the Starfall Continent's radar—a waste of time and life.

"Hey."

Jun Changxiao shook his head with a smile, saying with pity, "We have no fate, my friend."

"Qianqian."

He turned his head, "This guy didn't bully you just now, did he?"

A woman in white, sitting quietly on a huge stone not far away, had eyes as clear as a stream and skin like snow. Although she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, she had all the features of a future beauty.

Her only flaw, due to her age, was that her figure hadn't fully developed yet.

"Leader."

Lu Lu adjusted her cuff and said lightly, "He just wanted to touch my hand."

"Smack!"

Jun Changxiao stepped on the face of the green-scarved warrior again, his expression cold: "You're asking for it."

Previously gentle, he now turned aggressive, his demeanor shifting faster than a page in a book.

The green-scarved warrior hurriedly said, "Sir… I… I didn't!"

He swore he had only a small thought but was beaten up before he could act. It was merely an attempt!

Jun Changxiao coldly said, "I don't lie, and I believe her. I must teach you a good lesson today!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

As a gentle breeze blew on the face of the green-scarved warrior with a swollen nose, he couldn't feel comfortable because his bones were about to fall apart.

"Damn it!"

He tried to raise his head and looked at the two blurred figures walking away. The green-scarved warrior, grimacing in the dirt, muttered, "I will have my revenge!"

…

Jun Changxiao.

Head of the Iron bone Sect.

This Iron bone Sect was extraordinary.

It was founded by a warrior surnamed Wang. Unfortunately, the original Iron bone leader died early, falling off a cliff but surviving.

The sect's purpose was to instill iron-like resolve in its members—both in character and action!

The first-generation leader worked tirelessly. In just over a decade, the sect made a name for itself, becoming the ninth-ranked martial sect and the pride of Qing yang Village.

However.

Accidents happen.

The first-generation leader was caught in a compromising position in town and, after a failed prison escape, chose to end his life.

The entire martial art suddenly lost its head and began to decline.

Nothing is eternal. Even the once-mighty Iron bone Sect fell into obscurity.

Whenever village storytellers mentioned the Iron bone Sect and its ill-fated leader, they sighed, and children listening would burst into tears.

Although the Iron bone Sect had fallen, it still existed!

When the three disciples gathered for a meal, one of them chose to stay.

Who was this person?

The second-generation leader, Jun Chang xiao!

Indeed.

He was the current leader.

A month ago, while heading to the outhouse in the middle of the night, he was struck by a plaque inscribed with 'Ironbone Sect' and died.

By sheer coincidence.

Jun Chang xiao, a man from Earth, crossed over to this world and occupied the remaining body.

"I… survived?"

Realizing he wasn't dead, Jun Chang xiao was ecstatic. After accepting the original owner's memories, he realized he was one of the lucky transmigrators!

Great!

Peerless skills, magical techniques, all sorts of systems awaited!

As Jun Chang xiao stepped on and crushed countless ants and pinched countless fleas, he finally triggered the system.

"Ding!"

"The strongest martial arts system is starting…"

"Ding!"

"The strongest martial arts system started successfully. Beginning to load the host's data panel…"

"Whoosh!"

After the mechanized sound ended in his ears, Jun Chang xiao saw a row of data appear in his vision.

**Name of the martial arts school:** Iron bone Sect.

**Leader:** Jun Chang xiao.

**Sect Level:** Ninth Class.

**Sect Construction Level:** Level 1.

**Number of Disciples:** 1/100.

**Contribution Points:** 0/100.

**Main Mission:** Within 100 years, make the Ironbone Sect the strongest on Starfall Continent, with 100,000 disciples. Failure to complete the mission will result in the host's immediate death.

Seeing the main mission, Jun Changxiao felt a chill run down his spine, his feet cold, the sensation traveling up his legs to his spine.

After carefully reviewing the original owner's memories, he learned the Ironbone Sect had only himself and was the lowest-ranking sect. He went to the kitchen, raised a knife to his neck, but after much hesitation, he put the knife down.

Ninth Class.

A martial art with only himself!

To become the strongest sect on the continent in 100 years and recruit 100,000 disciples?

Was this a joke, or was the system joking with him?

"Ding!"

In despair, a mechanized voice sounded in his ear: "Congratulations to the host for activating the system and receiving a space ring!"

"Space ring?"

Jun Changxiao found a delicate jade bracelet on his right wrist, engraved with the words 'space ring,' and his mouth twitched: "This is the biggest ring I've ever seen!"