Recruitment Event

"I heard that, the head of the shop visited the Red light area and got arrested by the authorities. He's not from a top-tier faction and came to participate in this year's recruitment!"

"Really? Does that school even exist anymore?"

"A young guy with a few screws loose, claiming to be the second head of the Solid Strike School. I bet his highest level is only at the second or third tier."

"Having the second-tier cultivation base and having the audacity to inherit the leadership? Shouldn't it be someone from the third or fourth tier occupying the top spot in the Solid Strike School?"

Wang Jun stood before the city gate, maintaining a smile as he struck a humorous pose. His words immediately ignited a heated discussion among the residents of Azure Sun City.

Of course, it was all in jest. The Solid Strike School had some history under Wang's leadership, and a bit of prestige still lingered. It was amusing to the locals, and they couldn't help but recall it.

Walking the streets of Azure Sun City and overhearing these discussions, Wang Jun couldn't help but feel a mixture of amusement and sadness. Despite being a martial arts leader, he was treated no differently than a protagonist who had transmigrated into a world of mockery and ridicule.

He pondered his situation. While other transmigrants had been bestowed with extraordinary talents, embarked on epic journeys, and married into wealth and prestige, what had become of him? Even with the aid of a system, he still felt like he was carrying a ticking time bomb, unsure if he would meet a miserable end or a tricky fate.

Lu Lu chimed in, "Head, do you want to find a place to hide?"

Wang Jun couldn't help but roll his eyes at her comment. Couldn't she offer some comfort for his wounded Heart?

Taking a deep breath, Wang Jun smiled and responded, "Rest assured, we haven't faced any real challenges here. Why should we care about private criticisms from others?"

"Real challenges?" Lu Lu murmured, "I doubt I've seen much beyond Azure Sun Village since I was a child."

He thought. "Well, I've died once. Isn't that challenge enough?''

Wang Jun laughed off the cold and sarcastic remarks from Lu Lu and continued on his way to the recruitment venue in the west.

Along the way, people pointed and whispered about him, but he paid no mind to their gossip. With a smile on his face, he walked confidently. One advantage he had was being a transmigrant with an extraordinary appearance. In contrast, the original Wang Jun or any ordinary martial artist might have been infuriated by such open ridicule.

Lu Lu followed Wang Jun, watching him laugh off the passers-by's comments, and she couldn't help but ask,

"Can you handle this?"

In Wang Jun's View, only strength can shut their mouth of ridicules. He had a burning determination that one day he would turn the tables, and those who mocked him would speak of the Solid Strike School with awe and admiration.

The system's main task gave him a newfound sense of purpose. No longer passive, he had become proactive, and this made a fundamental difference in his outlook.

As they entered Azure sun City, Wang Jun couldn't help but notice its vastness. West Wucheng, where the recruitments were held, was impressive in scale. Tents were set up on the Yanwu field, each adorned with banners representing various martial arts schools.

Dao Gate!

Golden Dragon sect

Elite Cottage!

Little tiger sect

The names of the martial arts schools were dazzling, and many young boys and girls, accompanied by their parents, relatives, or friends, inquired about the factions in detail.

They wanted to know about the schools' reputation, the number of members, the level of martial arts cultivation, and the potential for future achievements in martial arts. Listening to these inquiries, Wang Jun couldn't help but think, "Is this the recruitment event?"

Lu Lu whispered, "Head, maybe we should find an open space and set up a booth like the others. That way, we can meet the recruitment requirements and catch the attention of potential disciples."

Since he was here, he might as well follow the local customs. Wang Jun looked around and smiled as he pointed to an empty space in the distance.

"How about here?"

Lu Yan, however, raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction he was pointing. "On the left is the Eighth Class Dao Gate, and on the right is the Eighth Class Tiger's Den. Are you sure you want to place our booth in the middle of them?"

Wang Jun often laughed: "Since the two martial arts Sects are Superior, it will definitely attract a lot of attention when the recruitment starts, and we can be a bit noticeable if we are caught in the middle."

Lu Lu thought for a moment and nodded, "That makes sense."

"Let's go,"

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

They arrived at a gap between the two eighth-tier martial arts schools. Wang Jun skillfully took out some cloth strips and began setting up a simple tent. These tents were primarily meant to provide shelter from wind and rain during the Hundred Schools Recruitment and were far from luxurious.

Compared to the other martial arts schools, such as the Long knife Sect on the left and Tiger Den Sect on the right, Wang Jun's simple tent looked rather humble.

But this was precisely what he wanted. The attention he garnered by being in the middle of these two prestigious martial arts schools was invaluable.

People around them were casually eating and drinking, a behavior that Wang Jun wryly observed as "a nonchalant scene."

While they were talking to a young man, the head of the Long Knife School noticed their tent and remarked, "Which martial art is so shortsighted as to set up camp in front of my Long Knife School?"

Tiger Den sect's people also noticed.

Similarly, the disciples of the Tiger Den Sect were not pleased. One of them rolled up his sleeves and confronted Wang Jun, saying, "Who dares to camp next to my Tiger Den Sect and harbor such audacious thoughts?"

Just as Wang Jun had finished hanging up their martial banner, which displayed the words "Solid Strike School," the faces of these two men turned disdainful.

"Pah,"

a disciple of the Tiger Den Sect spat on the ground, saying, "A martial artist who was arrested for visiting a brothel and now sets up camp next to my Tiger Den Sect is a disgrace!"

The deacon of the Long Knife School pointed impatiently at Wang Jun and said, "This is the territory of my Long Knife School. Remove your tent."

Both martial arts schools were dismissive of the Solid Strike School, considering it inferior. After all, it was only a ninth-tier martial art, a rank lower than their own.

Lu Lu, with her sharp tongue, retorted, "The venues for the Hundred Schools Recruitment have always been provided by the Azure Sun City authorities. Since when did it become the exclusive territory of the Long Knife and Tiger Den Schools?"

Wang Jun chuckled silently, appreciating Lu Lu's fiery response. While being laughed at by passersby was one thing, he couldn't stand the humiliation and mockery from these two schools.

The mention of "Azure sun" left the deacon of the Long Knife School fuming, but he found himself at a loss for words in response.

The venue was provided by the main city of Azure Sun City. Not even a Seven-Class School would dare to claim it as their own territory.

The disciples of the Tiger Den sect were also incensed because Lu Lu's derogatory remark had included their Sect as Well.

Wang Jun often stepped forward with a smile, attempting to ease the tension. He remarked, "The Hundred Schools Recruitment is about to begin. We're all part of the Hundred Schools, so let's maintain harmony. There's no need to start a feud."

However, Deacon Chang of the Long Knife School was not willing to let it go. He scoffed and said, "If Wang were still in charge, we might consider the Solid Strike School as a legitimate member of the Hundred Schools. But now..." He trailed off, indicating their diminished status.

A disciple from the Tiger Den sect raised an eyebrow and added, "A sect that was tarnished by a Head's visit to a brothel should have been dissolved long ago. They're just here for some amusement in Azure Sun City."

Wang Jun often smiled, but beneath the smile, he was seething. He could tolerate being laughed at by passers-by, as ordinary people tend to follow the crowd. However, he couldn't bear the humiliation and mockery from these two martial arts schools.

He touched his nose and said with a smile, "You two, I've set up shop here today. If you don't like it, you can come and challenge me, or you can move your tents away."