You Can Come and Bite Me, or You Can Scram

"Did you guys hear? The past sect leader visited a brothel and was captured by the authorities. After that, he was beheaded due to his attempted prison break. Now, the Iron Bones Sect actually came to participate in this year's Hundred Sects Recruitment."

"What? Does that sect still exist?"

"A young man whose brain was damaged claimed that he is the second sect leader of the Iron Bones Sect. From my estimation, his cultivation base is at most at the second or third stage of the Meridian Opening Realm."

"He actually has the face to inherit the position of sect leader with a cultivation base at the second stage of Meridian Opening? In that case, for us who are at the third stage and fourth stage of the Meridian Opening Realm, wouldn't we already be qualified to set up new sects?"

The words spoken by Jun Changxiao at the city gates instantly caused a huge discussion in Qingyang City.

Naturally, the discussions were filled with ridicule and mocking toward him.

In the past, under the development of the first sect leader, the Iron Bones Sect had a little prestige. Since the first sect leader had died, it was already considered decent that everyone still remembered the name of the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect.

Jun Changxiao felt incomparably sorrowful when he heard their discussion, as well as the looks of contempt shot at him when he was walking on the streets of Qingyang City.

Although he was the leader of a sect, he did not receive the preferential treatment a world-crosser ought to have according to the novels. There was no difference between him and trash on the street that was being mocked and ridiculed.

Wrong, wrong.

For others who crossed-over, they had the Midas touch and could crush geniuses, trample on gods and devils, and marry fair-skinned beauties as they embarked on their journey to the peak.

What about him?

Although he had a system, the system came with a time bomb like it was afraid his death would not be miserable enough.

"Sect leader," Lu Qianqian said, "right now, do you feel like drilling a hole in the ground and hiding in there?"

This woman.

Can't she console this seat's wounded heart?

"Hu!" Jun Changxiao exhaled and laughed. "Don't worry. What sort of big storms hasn't this seat experienced before? Why should I care about the gossip of others?"

"Big storms?" Lu Qianqian mumbled in a low voice. "Most probably, you have never stepped out of the Qingyang Village in your entire life, right?"

Heh.

This daddy died once before. Is that 'storm' not big enough?

Jun Changxiao could not be bothered with this ice-like woman with her toxic tongue. He continued to walk toward the western part of the city where the Hundred Sects Recruitment was.

On their way there, many people were pointing at them and whispering behind their backs.

Jun Changxiao puffed his chest out and disregarded the discussion as he advanced with large strides.

This fellow had a strong point.

As a world-crosser, his skin was extraordinarily thick.

If it was the original Jun Changxiao or cultivators who had pride, they would be angered to the point of coughing blood after being mocked so in such an unbridled manner by others.

Lu Qianqian followed behind him. When she saw her sect leader casually facing the ridicule from the passersby carefreely, she silently mused to herself, He can even endure this?

Even if he could not endure, he had to endure.

From Jun Changxiao's point of view, he could only make these people shut up with enough strength.

Just wait!

There will come a day sooner or later when I make respect and reverence appear in your eyes when you guys are talking about the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect.

The main mission given by the system made it so that Jun Changxiao had to complete it even if he did not want to. After hearing the mocking voices of the crowd, Jun Changxiao resolved himself to willingly complete it no matter what!

In the past, he was more passive. Now, he wanted to take the initiative. It was a qualitative difference.

…

Qingyang City was very big.

The Hundred Sects Recruitment was organized in the western part of the city. The scale was pretty large too.

Jun Changxiao led Lu Qianqian over. He could see many tents erected on the drill ground, with words on their sect banners that were written with powerful strokes.

Long Blade Sect!

Golden Dragon Sect!

Elite Mountain Stronghold!

Tiger Roar Sect…

The names of the various sects were displayed clearly before his eyes, dazzling those who viewed them.

Some young men and women who arrived earlier were already making inquiries about each sect while being accompanied by their friends and parents.

The content of their inquiries generally was…

"How is this sect?"

"How many members does it have?"

"What level of martial techniques and cultivation arts are imparted?"

"If I cultivate here, what cultivation realm will I reach in the future?"

Upon hearing a little of the questions, Jun Changxiao shook his head. "How is this the Hundred Sects Recruitment? It's basically a job fair!"

"Sect leader," Lu Qianqian said in a low voice, "we have to find an empty area and erect a booth like the rest of them to meet with the recruitment site's requirements. Only then can we attract the attention of people."

Since they were already there, they naturally had to do what the local customs required.

Jun Changxiao surveyed the surroundings and pointed to an empty area far away. "That place isn't bad."

Lu Qianqian glanced over. Her willow brows frowned. "The Long Blade Sect on the left is an eighth-grade sect. The Tiger Roar Sect on the right is also an eighth-grade sect. Are you sure you want us to set up between them?"

Jun Changxiao smiled. "Since both sects are eighth-grade sects, they will definitely attract plenty of attention when the recruitment officially starts. Being between them will gain us some of the attention too."

Lu Qianqian contemplated a while. "Logical."

"Let's go." Jun Changxiao smiled. "We should set up our booth."

He led Lu Qianqian toward the empty area between the two eighth-grade sects. He took out some cloth and set up a simple-looking tent with ease.

For this recruitment event that occurred yearly, it was normal for people to erect a simple tent that could keep out the wind and rain. Other than some sects that wanted to act impressive, only powerful sects would make their tents extremely luxurious.

Some examples were the Long Blade Sect on the left and Tiger Roar Sect on the right.

These two sects could be considered powerful. Their booths looked luxurious and lavish.

The simple tent sent up by Sect Leader Jun was simply trash in comparison.

Naturally, this was also what he wanted.

With two powerful sects beside him, his simple-looking booth would find it even easier to attract more attention from others.

There were people who would try to freeload a meal.

Jun Changxiao wanted to freeload attention.

After the deacon from the Long Blade Sect finished discussing matters with a youth, he glanced at the tent that had appeared to the side. He then shouted, "Which sect is so blind to actually dare to set up their booth beside my Long Blade Sect?"

The people of the Tiger Roar Sect also noticed this.

One disciple from there rolled up his sleeves and walked over with a malevolent expression. "Your granny, how dare you set up your booth beside my Tiger Roar Sect? You must have eaten leopard guts, right?"

And just so coincidentally, Jun Changxiao hoisted up the banner at that moment.

Upon seeing the words 'Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect' on the banner, deep contempt could be seen on the faces of the two of them.

Pui!

The disciple from the Tiger Roar Sect spat out a mouthful of saliva. "A sect whose leader was caught in a brothel actually dares to set up beside our Tiger Roar Sect? This is simply a great humiliation to us!"

"Oi, oi!" The deacon from the Long Blade Sect pointed at Jun Changxiao as he impatiently said, "This is the territory of my Long Blade Sect. Quickly scram and set up elsewhere."

The two sects completely did not place the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect in their eyes at all. After all, it was only a ninth-grade sect, a grade lower than their eighth-grade sects.

Lu Qianqian calmly spoke. "The site for the Hundred Sects Recruitment has always been provided by the Qingyang City Lord. When has it become the territory of a tiny eighth-grade sect?"

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

Under the toxic tongue of Lu Qianqian, an eighth-grade sect was 'tiny'.

His sect was a ninth-grade one. Would his sect not be even smaller than 'tiny'‽

Upon hearing the words 'tiny eighth-grade sect', the deacon from the Long Blade Sect felt his flames of anger burning, yet he was speechless and did not know how to respond.

She was right.

The site was provided by the Qingyang City Lord.

Let alone eighth-grade sects, even seventh-grade sects would not dare say that this site was their territory.

The disciple from the Tiger Roar Sect was also very angry because Lu Qianqian's words insulted his sect too.

Jun Changxiao walked out to try and mediate. "The Hundred Sects Recruitment is about to begin. We are all part of the hundred sects and should be polite and amiable to each other. There's no need to be so enraged."

"If Sect Leader Wang was still around, I would naturally treat the Iron Bones Sect as part of the hundred sects. But now…" The deacon from the Long Blade Sect glanced over with disdain. "You are not even considered a fart!"

"That's right." The disciple from the Tiger Roar Sect frowned. "The disciples of the Iron Bones Sect have already eaten their farewell meal and should have dispersed long ago. Why are you still here to partake in the liveliness of Qingyang City?

Jun Changxiao's expression changed. He could endure the ridicule from the passersby. After all, commoners liked to follow where the wind led. But now that he was being insulted and mocked by two sects, he could no longer endure his anger.

"The two of you…" He touched his nose and laughed. "This seat will set up his booth here today. If you guys are unhappy, you can bite me, or you can pack up your tents and scram."