Conflict

In contrast to the less prominent sects, Wang Jun had initially aimed for low-key development and avoiding trouble. However, upon arriving in Azure Sun City, he found himself doing just the opposite.

Especially when he overheard two Eight Class School disciples praising him, Wang Jun couldn't resist launching a playful retort, saying, " Feeling Good !"

The disciples of Tiger Den Sect took offense, one of them retorting, "Dare to mock us? Are you itching for trouble?"

In an instant, several disciples from Tiger Den Sect, as well as a man from the Long Knife School, emerged from their tents. Not only did these martial artists possess formidable strength, typically at the fourth or fifth tier of Meridian opening, but they were also quite muscular.

In contrast, Wang Jun , the supposed head of the Solid Strike School, appeared rather slender, surrounded by these burly individuals, making him seem fragile.

Onlookers from various martial arts schools nearby gathered around, wondering if a confrontation was about to erupt between Tiger Den Sect and the Long Knife School.

However, upon closer observation, it became clear that their hostility was aimed at the same person.

"What's going on?"

"Are Tiger Den Sect and the Long Knife School about to clash?"

People in the vicinity whispered to one another. It wasn't until they saw Wang Jun laughing that they realized it wasn't a clash between martial arts schools; it was all directed at the same individual.

"What?"

"Isn't he the guy from the city gate who claims to be the second head of the Solid Strike faction?"

The disciples of the Long Knife School and Tiger Den Sect exchanged puzzled glances. "Is this guy really the head of the Solid Strike School?"

Seeing their bewildered expressions, Wang Jun laughed and bellowed loudly, "I am the head of the Solid Strike School, any objections?"

Something seemed off. His strength was too meager, and his demeanor too immature. At best, he appeared to be a junior disciple.

The deacon from the Long Knife School chuckled and politely said, "So, Your Excellency is the second head of the Solid Strike School. My apologies for any disrespect."

The disciples of Tiger Den Sect grinned, "It seems we've unintentionally offended a distinguished leader."

The tension in the air was gradually diffused by the mockery and sarcasm of the two martial arts schools.

In reality, even if they were given ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble in Azure Sun City. After all, the city's ruler had explicitly forbidden private fighting.

Wang Jun maintained a calm smile and remarked, "You're surrounding me in front of my own booth, and you still want to recruit disciples?"

The disciples of Tiger Den Sect burst into laughter. "A martial art without Wang as the head trying to recruit disciples? That's quite the joke!"

The deacon from the Long Knife School intervened, saying with a smile, "We shouldn't rule out the possibility of some misguided teenagers deciding to join the Solid Strike Sect."

The disciples of Tiger Den Sect exchanged glances, and the mockery in their smiles deepened. One of them quipped, "This year, it's easy to find lame teenagers, but it's hard to find youngsters who are truly blind!"

Their banter continued, and they ridiculed the Solid Strike School in front of the crowd. The prestige of the Solid Strike School had plummeted after the incident involving Wang as their head. Anyone joining such a school must be incredibly foolish, according to the onlookers.

Wang Jun let out a sigh and a smile.

Surrounded by these burly men, he retained his composure. Lu Lu whispered,

"Head, should I create a pit in the ground to let you hide?"

Jun, who was always in good spirits, raised an eyebrow when he heard this suggestion.

However, due to their presence in Qi Azure Sun City, the two eighth-class martial arts schools didn't dare to escalate the situation. After ridiculing and mocking, they allowed the Solid Strike School to sandwich itself between them.

The crowd dispersed, but their conversations continued, filled with contempt and disdain for the Solid Strike School.

Wang Jun continued to recline on his chair, seemingly oblivious to their comments.

Lu Lu remarked, "Head, you have a very broad mind."

Wang Jun chuckled, "In life, it's essential to have a broad mind, to think more, care more. Otherwise, life can become quite tiresome."

Lu Lu couldn't help but feel a bit of skepticism, so she asked, "At the beginning of the Hundred Schools Recruitment, how many disciples do you think we can recruit?"

Wang Jun confidently replied, "We will get at least 10 disciples."

Lu Lu scoffed lightly at his response. It was clear that their neighboring martial arts schools, Long Knife School and Tiger Den Sect, had overheard.

They couldn't help but sneer. The leader of the Solid Strike School was not particularly esteemed, young, and seemed to talk nonsense.

A disciple from Tiger Den Sect came forward and suggested to Deacon Sun, "Why don't we make a little bet to pass the time?"

Deacon Sun raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What kind of bet are you proposing?"

The disciples from Tiger Den Sect glanced at the Solid Strike Sect, implying their target. "Let's bet on how many people will come to consult this 'junk' sect on the first day of the Hundred Schools Recruitment."

Clearly, the 'junk' sect referred to the Solid Strike Sect.

Deacon Chang from the Long Knife School chuckled, "That sounds interesting. I'm in for a bet."

The disciples of Tiger Den Sect proclaimed loudly, "I bet that on the day of the recruitment, not a single person will come to consult.One or two bets!"

Deacon Chang couldn't help but join in the jest, "Well, it's still one of the Hundred Schools after all. No matter how insignificant it may be, there should be some misguided teenagers who will inquire. I bet one person will consult on the day of recruitment. One or two bets!"

The bets were modest, and the two martial arts schools weren't really serious about it. It was more about mockery than anything else.

But there was no way around it. Wang Jun had chosen to set up his booth between two eighth-class martial arts schools. While he could borrow their presence to gain attention, it also came with a price.

As the martial artists from various factions chatted about the betting agreement between Long Knife School and Tiger Den Sect, the atmosphere became livelier.

The martial artists from various factions continued their conversations about the Solid Strike Sect.

"As far as the Solid Strike faction is concerned, there will probably be no one showing up on the first day of recruitment."

"Exactly, the city's rumors are running wild. Who in their right mind would join such a lousy school?"

"It's odd, though. How can such a good-looking girl stand beside the Solid Strike School? Could she really be a disciple?"

"No way, can such a terrible school recruit such a beautiful female disciple?"

Their discussions soon shifted to the stunning Lu Yan. Beauty has a way of capturing attention wherever it goes.

"Lu Yan," Wang Jun chuckled, "Come on, give this shoulder a bit of support."

Lu Yan raised an eyebrow but complied. She gently raised her hand, and her controlled strikes made a rhythmic sound as if she were pounding a sandbag. Even though Wang Jun was in pain, he maintained an outward appearance of enjoyment in front of the crowd.

The onlookers were astonished.

"Wow!"

"They're really disciples!"

"Is this for real?"

Seeing Lu Yan casually helping Wang Jun with his shoulder, the martial artists from various factions were not only surprised but also deeply envious.

After three days of preparation, the day of the recruitment finally arrived.

Wang Jun often sat on a chair, his shoulders relaxed, quietly waiting for the young recruits to enter the martial arts field.

Lu Lu asked, "Head, do you want a shoulder rub?"

Wang Jun hurriedly declined, "No way! I want to live a few more years!"

As the recruitment began, the other factions were busy with their preparations, paying no attention to or mocking the Solid Strike Sect. During these waiting days, Wang Jun had learned a lot about the various factions, including which villages and townships had well-qualified teenagers coming for recruitment.

While young recruits were free to choose the martial arts school they wanted to join, the schools also needed to verify the qualifications of the candidates to determine if they met the requirements. For example, advanced eighth-class martial arts had stricter qualification requirements, while ninth-class martial arts were more lenient, accepting candidates with even basic qualifications.

"The most sought-after faction in this year's Hundred Schools Recruitment is the Li family of Azure Sun City," Lu Lu informed him. "It's said that Li Qingyang, at just fifteen years old, has been proven to have a top-quality spirit root. Many martial arts schools are competing to recruit him.''

Wang Jun chuckled and said, "I'm thinking about recruiting him too."

Wang Jun, realizing that the area around him had suddenly fallen silent. He glanced up to see two disciples from the Eighth Stream School staring at him.

"Hahaha! Li Qingyang is a rare genius in Azure Sun City in a century. So many martial arts schools are vying for him. This guy thinks he can recruit him. He must be out of his mind!"

"He's so young, thinking about everything!"

The surrounding martial artists burst into laughter.

Wang Jun laughed quietly, realizing that anything he said could be amplified by their mockery. It seemed like every word he uttered added to his growing reputation for eccentricity.

Lu Lu whispered,

"Head, stop daydreaming."

This comment felt like a dagger stabbing into Wang Jun's heart. He slumped in his chair and muttered to himself, "Can this head catch a break?"