Chapter 17

"Ding!"

"Martial members: 53/100!"

"Ding!"

"Martial contribution: 60/100!"

Jun Changxiao continued stamping one application after another, and soon he had recruited fifty disciples. The system prompt sounded frequently in his ears, bringing a wonderful and very comfortable feeling!

These newly recruited members included ten with middle-class spiritual roots and the remaining forty with full-fledged spiritual roots.

The martial artists watching from a distance were filled with envy.

As far as they knew, this time the recruitment of 100 cases almost included ten middle-grade spiritual roots and fifty or sixty low-grade spiritual root young girls, almost all of whom were recruited by the Iron Bone School!

Hey.

They were busy today and could only wait for the next opportunity.

The martial artists from various factions were very depressed, while Jun Changxiao continued to stamp and recruit disciples with low-quality spiritual roots.

There was no other way.

To reach the target of 100, he could only select the best from the available options.

Furthermore, even if the spiritual roots' talents were a bit poor, they could still be cultivated later on.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

...

"Sect members: 100/100!"

"Ding!"

"Martial contribution: 107/100!"

"Ding!"

"The martial arts members are full. The host needs to upgrade the martial arts construction and increase the upper limit before continuing to recruit disciples."

"Reminder! If you forcefully recruit more disciples after reaching full capacity, you will be severely punished!"

"The martial art contribution value has overflowed; the host must consume it within 24 hours, or the overflow contribution value will be automatically deducted."

"The martial arts are full, eligible!"

"Ding!"

"The system automatically opens the martial achievement value and martial task for the host!"

Jun Changxiao hurriedly pulled up the data panel.

**Martial School Name:** Iron Bone Martial Arts School 

**Leader of the School:** Jun Changxiao 

**School Level:** Jiu Liu 

**School Construction:** Level 1 

**Members of the School:** 100/100 

**Martial Contribution Value:** 107/100 

**Martial Achievement Value:** 0/100 

**Martial School Mission:** None 

**Mainline Mission of the School:** Within 100 years, make the Ironbone Jianshi the strongest sect in the Starfall Continent with 100,000 disciples. If it is not completed, the host will immediately die as soon as the time arrives!

"System!"

Jun Changxiao wondered: "What is the achievement value and the mission?"

The system explained: "A disciple accepts and completes a martial mission, and can obtain the corresponding martial art achievement value."

Jun Changxiao understood and asked, "What is the use of achievement value?"

The system explained: "After the achievement value reaches the full value, you can upgrade the martial arts construction."

Jun Changxiao asked, "Didn't you say that recruiting disciples can upgrade the martial arts construction? How does this contribute to martial achievement?"

The system explained bluntly: "There is no contradiction between recruiting disciples, opening martial missions, completing martial missions, and enhancing martial construction."

Jun Changxiao silently nodded.

For the time being, he ignored the achievement value and tasks of the martial arts and focused on the contribution value. The extra contribution value needed to be consumed within 24 hours.

He opened the first-level mall and carefully browsed through each item. Jun Changxiao finally selected a product named "First Product Cold Front Sword."

"Ding!"

"The host consumes 10 points of contribution value to get the First Cold Front Sword × 1, and it has been delivered to the space ring."

"Ding!"

"Martial contribution: 97/100."

When Jun Changxiao retracted the panel, he took a look at the First Cold Front Sword he had bought and found that the note indicated: 4/5 purchases remaining this month.

You can buy the Nirvana and Charms once a month, but you can buy weapons five times.

What a rip-off!

The reason Jun Changxiao chose a sword is that he had cultivated the Nine-Style Folding Wave Sword. Although his current sword was of low grade, the ninth type was very strong. A sword with at least one good quality could be used for defense.

"Whoosh!"

His mind entered the space ring.

Jun Changxiao saw a sword floating next to the time bomb, with two beads inlaid on the scabbard, flashing a faint blue light.

"Snapped."

He walked up, holding the First Cold Front Sword, and immediately felt the cold breath infiltrate into his palm.

"It's pretty cold."

"I don't know what the quality is."

Jun Changxiao held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out lightly. With a sound of "clang," a three-foot sword came out of the sheath.

"Whoo!"

The cold breath rushed towards his face, making him shudder.

The width and length of the First Cold Front Sword were no different from ordinary swords, but the sword body had a slight cold lingering, giving the impression of extraordinary quality!

Jun Changxiao, although not an expert on swords, sincerely praised: "Good sword!"

"Head."

Lu Qianqian said with a stern face, "Who are you talking to?"

"Uh..."

Jun Changxiao hurriedly composed himself and laughed: "I was talking to myself."

"..."

Li Qingyang and others raised a black line.

Calling himself cheap, our head is a little strange.

Lu Qianqian glared at him and said lightly: "Many people are waiting, quickly put on the seal of the head."

"No need."

Jun Changxiao smiled: "These members are just right. If I recruit too many disciples, I can't afford them."

The system had reminded him that he would be punished if he forcibly recruited disciples.

Moreover, the remaining young boys and girls all had low-quality spiritual roots and were only in the Kaimai section. There was no training value in recruiting them.

"Qingyang."

Jun Changxiao smirked and said, "Close the booth and get ready to go."

"Ah? Not recruiting anymore?"

"Jun, please reconsider. Even if you let me be a disciple!"

"Even if I'm only going to do miscellaneous work, I'm willing!"

Many teenagers begged.

Jun Changxiao said helplessly: "My Iron Bone Pie is a small local school and can't accommodate too many disciples. If you want to join, come to Qingyang Village after practicing as a warrior."

"Hey."

The boys and girls were disappointed.

They knew that without outstanding mentors and resource opportunities, breaking through to martial arts on their own would be challenging in the foreseeable future.

"Head."

Li Qingyang said: "The booth is closed and we're ready to go."

"Let's go."

Jun Changxiao waved and left chicly.

When he first came to Qingyang City, he only had one disciple and was very poor. Now he left rich, with martial arts and disciples. It was definitely a bumper harvest.

"Stop!"

However, before he could leave Yanwu Stadium, a cold voice came from behind.

"Ok?"

Jun Changxiao stopped and looked back.

He saw a middle-aged man in a blue robe, surrounded by dozens of young disciples.

"It's Elder Wei Quan of Lingquan Sect!"

"Looking at his face, it seems he might be here to cause trouble for the Iron Bone Pie."

"Elder Wei has a violent temper. If anyone offends him or his disciples, he definitely won't give up!"

The martial artists of each faction whispered, their eyes filled with fear.

The distance was relatively short. When they saw Wei Yinu leading his disciples, they subconsciously stepped back to make way.

Jun Changxiao wondered: "This guy is from the Jiuliu Lingquan sect. Why are so many martial artists afraid of him?"

The reason is simple.

Wei Yinu had three brothers, each with a fierce temper.

They were once disciples of the Holy Spring Sect, a high-ranking sect. After learning its teachings, they left to create the Lingquan Sect, with the eldest brother serving as the sect leader and the other three as elders.

The martial artists of each faction were not afraid of the Lingquan Sect but of the Holy Spring Sect!