The Iron Bone Sect

"Young man, I see that your bones are exquisite, you are a one in a million martial arts prodigy. You can consider joining my Iron Bone Sect as a disciple, your future achievements will be limitless."

In the beautiful mountains, Jun Changxiao said with a smile to the martial artist in front of him. The smile of his mouth, coupled with his white face, gave people a very handsome feeling.

If any woman laid eyes on him, she would undoubtedly let out a scream, utterly captivated to the point of stumbling in enchantment.

"That … …"

The martial artist with the green scarf on his head said politely, "Can you first move your foot away?"

Glancing downward, Jun Changxiao's foot was firmly planted on the other individual's face, leaving a prominent imprint on the opposite cheek.

He was beaten up.

From the way he fell to the ground and the footprint on his chest, the beating was not light.

Apologizing, Jun Changxiao withdrew his foot, explaining, "Witnessing your inappropriate behavior towards the charming female disciple of my sect, I couldn't resist intervening. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused."

"… …"

The green scarf martial artist was speechless.

After encountering a lovely lady in the remote wilderness, he decided to strike up a conversation, only to find himself on the receiving end of a beating from the self-proclaimed Iron Bone Sect Leader. Talk about bad luck..

"Friend."

Jun Changxiao said, "Think about it."

The green scarf martial artist uttered feebly, "Can I express my disagreement with this arrangement?"

"Yes."

Jun Changxiao said seriously, "My Iron Bone Sect has always won people over with virtue, we will never force people to do things against their will!"

"Sorry."

The green-clothed martial artist, enduring the pain, declined, "I have already joined the Spirit Spring Sect. I cannot become a disciple of your sect."

It was not easy for him to pass the Spirit Spring Sect's examination and become a registered disciple, how could he switch to another sect!

Not to mention, Iron Bone sect?

Just by hearing the name, one could tell that it was a trash sect from the Starfall Continent. Going there would only be a waste of time and life.

"Ai."

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said regretfully, "Friend, you are not fated with my Iron Bone."

"Qianqian."

He shifted his gaze and inquired, "This individual didn't harass you earlier, did he?"

On a huge rock not far away, a woman in white sat quietly. Her eyes were as clear as a stream, and her skin was as white as snow. Although she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, she possessed all the qualities of a beauty.

If one were to talk about a flaw, it would be that due to her age, she had not developed the right areas yet.

"Sect Leader."

Lu Qianqian calmly lifted her sleeves, stating with indifference"He wanted to touch my hand just now."

Jun Changxiao raised his foot once more, planting it firmly on the face of the green-clothed martial artist. His gaze turned icy as he uttered, "Seems like you have a death wish."

A moment ago, he still had a gentle expression on his face, but all of a sudden, he was filled with killing intent. The speed at which he changed his attitude was definitely faster than flipping the pages of a book.

The green-clothed martial artist hurriedly said, "Sir … I … I didn't!"

He acknowledged harboring such intentions a moment ago, yet he found himself thoroughly thrashed before any action ensued. At best, it was a futile endeavor to exploit the situation!

Jun Changxiao said coldly, "Qianqian won't lie. I believe her. Today, I must teach you a good lesson!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! "

The wind swept over the green-clothed martial artist's battered and swollen face. Discomfort lingered as his bones seemed on the verge of collapsing under the relentless assault.

Clenching his teeth in pain, he muttered, "Damn it!"

…

" Iron Bone sect ".

It was founded by a martial artist named Wang, the sect emerged from an incident where he survived a cliff fall in his youth . Inspired by this stroke of luck, he went on to establish the Iron Bone sect.

The founding leader of the sect labored tirelessly, achieving recognition in the martial world in a little over a decade. The sect, once non-classified, ascended to ninth-class status, becoming the most powerful presence in Qingyang Village.

However.

Unexpected turns of events occurred. The founding Sect Leader, seeking leisure, visited a local brothel, resulting in a confrontation that led to his arrest by the authorities. Failing to escape imprisonment, he met his demise through beheading.

The entire Sect suddenly lost its leader and began to decline.

There was no such thing as eternity in the world. Even a formidable ninth-class sect like the Iron Bone sect was destined to be a mere Fleeting glimmer.

Although the Iron Bone sect declined, it still existed!

Following the demise of the first-generation sect leader, most disciples departed, yet one loyal individual elected to stay, dwelling alone within the Sect, diligently safeguarding day and night without venturing beyond its confines.

Who was this person?

It was the second generation of the Sect Leader, Jun Changxiao!

To be exact.

It was the Jun Changxiao of the past.

During to the events of the previous month, he rose from his sleep to attend to bathroom. As he exited the main hall, a sign bearing the inscription 'Iron Bone Clan' unexpectedly detached, descending to strike him on the head, resulting in his demise.

By chance or not by chance.

Jun Changxiao, originating from Earth, found himself transmigrated into this realm, seamlessly taking over the body once inhabited by another Jun Changxiao.

"I … transmigrated?"

Upon realizing he wasn't dead, Jun Changxiao was momentarily stunned. Soon, he assimilated the memories of the original inhabitant, acknowledging his fortune in joining the ranks of countless transmigrants!

Good, very good!

Since I, Jun Changxiao, have come here, I will be like my peers, dominate the other world, beat up all the geniuses, and become the supreme Divine God, Emperor, Demon God, Saint, Immortal .

Through consistent hard work, stepping on many ants and swatting numerous fleas, the system finally activated.

"Ding!"

"The strongest Sect System is starting …"

"Ding!"

"The strongest Sect System has been successfully activated. Starting to load the data panel for the host …"

"Whoosh!"

After the mechanical voice stopped, rows of data appeared in Jun Changxiao's vision.

Sect Name: Iron Bone sect.

Sect Leader: Jun Changxiao.

Sect Level: Ninth-rate.

Sect Construction: Level 1.

Sect Members: 1/100.

Sect Contribution Points: 0/100.

Main Sect Mission: Establish the Iron Bone Clan as the strongest sect in the Falling Star Continent within 100 years. Recruit 100,000 disciples. Failure to accomplish this mission will result in the host's soul being obliterated upon the expiration of the given time! [Note: The Falling Star Continent is abundant in spiritual energy, and the typical lifespan of an ordinary individual ranges from 200 to 300 years.]

Upon encountering the main quest, Jun Changxiao shivered, a chill coursing down his spine .

After checking the memories, he found he was the only person in the Iron Bone sect, the weakest sect.

A Ninth-rate Sect.

A sect that only had him!

Become the strongest sect in the continent within 100 years and recruit 100,000 disciples?

Was God playing a joke on him, or was the system playing a joke on him?

"Ding!"

In his despair, the mechanical voice sounded in his ears. "Congratulations to the host for starting the system. You have received a spatial ring!"

"Spatial ring?"

Jun Changxiao noticed that an exquisite jade bracelet had appeared on his right wrist out of thin air. The words' Spatial ring 'were engraved on it. The corner of his mouth twitched. "This is the first time I've seen such a unique ring!"