The Unexpected Entry

Jun Changxiao had opened twelve meridians and met the requirements, so the epic mission was activated. However, when he saw the mission, he said in disbelief, "It's just a simple competition?"

He clicked on the mission details and a complete introduction appeared —

Epic Mission [One].

Mission details: Azure Sun County will hold a biennial martial arts competition in ten days. Host needs to bring five disciples to participate.

Mission conditions: Disciples must take the top three places.

Mission failure: Disciples will be eliminated in the first round if they do not register for the competition within the time limit.

Mission rewards:???

The three question marks were a little naughty, so naughty that Jun Changxiao broke down and said, "What the hell are the three question marks for!?"

The system said, "The reward for the epic mission is based on the host's completion rate, so it's impossible to determine what the final reward is."

"Isn't the mission condition written? Disciples must take the top three places!" Jun Changxiao said.

The system explained, "The mission condition is just a definition. If only one of the host's disciples reaches the top three or exceeds the quota, the reward will change."

Jun Changxiao said, "If a disciple reaches the top three, it'll be considered as completing the mission, but because the completion rate is low, the reward will be less?"

"That's right."

"If five disciples reach the top four, it's equivalent to exceeding the quota, and the reward will be higher than the definition?"

"Yes."

Jun Changxiao said, "Can I not participate?"

The system said, "If you don't participate, it'll be equivalent to failing the mission. Host will be punished and cannot break through a major realm within the specified time limit."

"How long?"

"At least ten years."

Jun Changxiao spread his hands and said, "In that case, I have to do the epic mission."

…

Li Qingyang dragged his bruised and swollen body and walked in step by step. "Sect Master, do you have any orders?"

He was very satisfied with spending two hours to shape his body.

Jun Changxiao said, "Have you heard of the martial arts competition in Azure Sun County?"

"I've heard of it."

Li Qingyang rubbed his painful face and said, "It's held every two years. This time, it'll start in ten days."

Suddenly, he realized something and said, "Sect Master, our sect won't register for the competition, right?"

"No."

"That's good."

"But I'm planning to sign up."

Li Qingyang twitched his mouth and said, "Sect Leader, that's a martial arts competition for the high-level sects. If we send Iron Bone sect, we will only be reduced to cannon fodder."

Jun Changxiao rested his arms on the armrest and rested his chin on the back of his hand. "Do you have so little confidence in yourself and your sect?"

Li Qingyang said seriously, "According to what this disciple knows, each sect will send their most outstanding disciples to participate in this kind of competition. Most of them are at the Martial Disciple level."

"Is that so?" Jun Changxiao frowned.

The disciples of the sect were all at the Pulse Opening Stage. If they were to fight with a Martial Disciple, they would definitely be at a disadvantage, not to mention entering the top three.

Li Qingyang continued, "The champion of the last tournament is a disciple of the sixth rate Hualing School. His strength has already reached the third grade of Martial Disciple."

Jun Changxiao's frown deepened.

If there were Rank Three Martial Disciples participating in this year's tournament, how could their disciples fight against them?

Epic quest?

I think it's a hell mission!

Jun Changxiao asked, "Where can I register for the martial arts competition?"

The Sect Leader still wants to participate? Although Li Qingyang was speechless, he still said, "This year's martial arts competition will be held in Liyang City."

"Liyang City? Isn't that the city where the Sini Clan is located? "

"Yes, Sect Leader."

Jun Changxiao was silent for a moment, then said, "Inform Lu Qianqian, Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and Xiao Ziji that tomorrow I will begin the devil training for the five of you."

"Devil training?" Li Qingyang was dumbfounded.

Jun Changxiao walked down and patted him on the shoulder. He said in a deep voice, "In ten days, I will send you to participate in the martial arts competition. You must take the top three places."

"Ah?"

Li Qingyang was dumbfounded.

… …

If they failed the epic quest, their realm would be sealed for ten years. Even if Jun Changxiao knew it was hell mode, he still had to do it.

He was more optimistic about Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang. One hid her strength well, while the other had an extraordinary aptitude. Although Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi were a bit lacking, they might be able to improve a lot after undergoing the devil training in ten days.

As for sending Xiao Ziji, Jun Changxiao hoped that he could use his strength to prove to the Xiao Clan and the world that he wasn't trash.

This was a bit difficult … …

The next day.

Jun Changxiao distributed the remaining sect missions to the disciples. Then, he brought Lu Qianqian and the other three to the beginner disciples' spirit energy array. He said, "You guys go in and cultivate for four hours."

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi's gazes immediately became heated.

Lu Qianqian said, "Sect Leader really wants to send us to participate in the martial arts competition in Qingyang County?"

Jun Changxiao said with a serious expression, "Not only do we have to participate, but we also have to take the top three spots!"

Lu Qianqian said, "It's a bit difficult."

Jun Changxiao said, "It's only challenging when it's difficult. Tell me loudly, can you guys do it?!"

"Yes!"

Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo shouted in unison.

"Go in and cultivate!"

"Yes!"

The four of them entered the activation array and began cultivating.

… …

In the training room.

Xiao Ziji lowered his head and said, "Sect Leader, it's better to send other senior brothers to participate. This disciple isn't up to the task."

Although the muscle building room gave him hope, he didn't have much confidence in competing with the other sects' disciples in Liyang City.

Jun Changxiao said, "Are you running away?"

Xiao Ziji said painfully, "This disciple doesn't want to drag the sect down."

Go, he didn't mind losing face or being spurned by others, but he didn't want to represent the Iron Bone Sect. He didn't want to bear the shame for a trash like himself.

Jun Changxiao pulled Xiao Ziji over and said in a deep voice, "In ten days, become stronger for this Sect Leader. Use your strength to prove to them that even if you, Xiao Ziji, don't have a spirit root and don't have a cultivation base, you're still a genius that only appears once in a thousand years!"

He was a little emotional, and his saliva flew everywhere.

Looking at the Sect Leader's eyes, Xiao Ziji's heart gradually warmed. It was a feeling of being trusted, even if he was just a trash now …

"Crack!"

Xiao Ziji clenched his fists and said loudly, "This disciple understands!"

"Swoosh!"

Jun Changxiao swung his hand and threw him into the muscle building room. The activation time was — 20 hours!

While being greeted by the hammer head, Xiao Ziji activated Yi Jin Scripture and achieved a double enhancement of his physical body.

I want to become stronger!

I want to prove myself!

I can't let the Sect be humiliated!

With this belief, Xiao Ziji ate one meal a day, slept for one hour, and spent the rest of the time in the training room.

Jun Changxiao spent another 40 contribution points to buy two muscle building rooms. After Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo finished cultivating in the spirit energy formation, they began to build their muscles.

The three of them also ate one meal a day, slept for two hours, and spent the rest of the time in the spirit energy formation and the other in the muscle building room.

Lu Qianqian didn't enter the training room. She sat cross-legged in the formation to absorb spirit energy.

The five disciples' devil training officially began. It lasted until the eve of the Sect Tournament.

…

Liyang City.

While the disciples were undergoing their devil training, Jun Changxiao rushed over.

At the Southern Practice Field, where the tournament will be held a few days later, a few scattered Sect Elders gathered around a table, reporting their Sect's name and participating disciples.

"Next!"

The middle-aged man holding the brush called out.

Jun Changxiao walked over.

The middle-aged man didn't raise his head. He dipped his brush in ink and said, "Sect!"

"Iron Bone Sect!"

Gah.

The middle-aged man's hand holding the brush suddenly stiffened. He raised his head in surprise.

The Sect Elders who had already signed up stopped and turned to look at Jun Changxiao in disbelief.

"Iron Bone?"

"Isn't it just a ninth-rate Sect from Qingyang Village?"

"The Sect Tournament is held every two years. The participants are all eighth-rate Sects and above. Why is Iron Bone here?"