Shadows of the Past

When Jun Changxiao mentioned his sect, the surrounding martial artists all looked at him and whispered, their words full of disdain.

This was normal.

In every sect competition, the participants were all eighth-rate and above sects. For a ninth-rate sect to sign up was a bit outrageous.

"Sigh."

Jun Changxiao sighed.

He did not think that he was born with a mocking face, but the Falling Star continent believed in martial arts was too cruel.

In the ancient times of the world, people were divided into three, six, and nine classes.

Servants and slaves were often regarded as lowly people, and they would definitely be scolded to death if they entered large places.

Although Iron Bone was a sect, it was only a ninth-rate sect. In a world full of sects, it was not much different from a lowly person.

Just wait.

I will let my sect become the most dazzling existence in the Falling Star continent, and let all living beings worship it.

Jun Changxiao did not care about the eyes of the world, but he would work hard to walk the path of a stronger sect.

The middle-aged man holding the brush said lightly, "Although the sect competition does not limit the level, the applicants must be the upper echelons of the sect. What trouble are you, a disciple, causing?"

"Pa."

Jun Changxiao pressed the sect master seal on the white paper on the table, saying, "Iron Bone sect master, Jun Changxiao."

He was very arrogant.

Others can look down on him, but he cannot look down on himself.

The middle-aged man glanced at the seal on the paper, and said indifferently, "So it is sect master Jun, sorry for the disrespect."

"He is the sect master of Iron Bone in Qingyang City who instructed the elders of Cang Mountain sect?"

"I didn't expect him to be so young."

"I heard that his cultivation is only at the fourth or fifth level of the channel opening, but he cut off the arm of the Spirit Spring sect elder who was at the twelfth level of the channel opening!"

"I also heard about it, but I always felt that it was a rumor."

"How can a fourth or fifth level of the channel opening seriously injure a twelfth level of the channel opening?"

The martial artists of Liyang City had also heard about what happened at the Hundred Sect Recruitment, but they did not witness it with their own eyes, so they only treated it as a rumor.

Jun Changxiao ignored the crowd and said, "Since there's no rule that the ninth-rate sects can't participate, why are you in a daze? Hurry up and ask. Fill in the form. Are you sitting here to drink tea?"

The middle-aged man's face immediately darkened, but he still had to do his job, so he suppressed his anger and asked, "How many disciples are participating?"

"Five people."

"Name, age."

"Lu Qianqian is 16 years old, Li Qingyang is 17 years old, Su Xiaomo is 16 years old, Tian Shiqi is 18 years old, Xiao Ziji is 17 years old."

The middle-aged man was stunned and asked, "Who was the last one?"

"Xiao Ziji," Jun Changxiao repeated.

"Xiao Ziji?"

A cultivator standing in the distance said with a smile, "Could it be the trash expelled by the Xiao Clan?"

"Shua!"

Jun Changxiao turned his head and said coldly, "Try saying that again?"

His eyes were very cold. When the cultivator looked at him, he immediately stopped smiling and took a few steps back. The hair on his back stood up!

The middle-aged man said indifferently, "The former direct descendant of the Xiao Clan, Xiao Ziji?"

"Please remove the 'direct descendant of the Xiao Clan'. My disciple is not rare at all." Jun Changxiao said.

The former genius, who brought countless honor to the family, was expelled at the age of twelve because of the regression of his cultivation. Such a family, Jun Changxiao felt that Xiao Ziji was not worthy. He could only use two words to describe it — — Pooh.

The middle-aged man understood and filled in the names of several people. He threw five bamboo plates and said, "On the day of the competition, you must let the disciple bring the identity token to the venue, otherwise it will be considered as forfeiting."

Jun Changxiao took the bamboo plates and turned to leave.

However, he stopped in front of the cultivator and said gloomily, "If you dare to say that my disciple is trash again, next time I will let you …"

"Roar!"

This fellow suddenly let out a strange cry, which scared the cultivator to the point that he fell to the ground.

"Tsk."

Jun Changxiao said disdainfully, "You are already scared, and you still have the nerve to call others trash."

"Damn it!"

That cultivator was ashamed and angry, but he did not have the courage to rush up. Firstly, fighting was prohibited in the city. Secondly, this fellow's gaze was a little scary.

Jun Changxiao left.

However, not long after he left, the cultivators at the registration venue began to talk.

"The Xiao Ziji that fellow mentioned must be the Xiao Clan's Xiao Ziji. It seems that trash joined the Iron Bone after being expelled."

"If his talent and cultivation were still there, not to mention fourth or fifth rate sects, even second or third rate sects would fight for him. Unfortunately, he can only eat and wait for death in a ninth rate sect."

"I wonder how the Xiao Clan will feel when they hear that the expelled direct descendant joined a sect lower than the Xiao Clan?"

…

Liyang City, Xiao Clan. It could be considered an old clan with a few hundred years of history. In terms of overall strength and industry, it was much stronger than Qingyang City's Li Clan.

On this day, the Xiao Clan's Grand Elder walked into the hall angrily.

The Xiao Clan's Patriarch, who was sitting at the head of the table, put down his teacup and smiled, "Grand Elder, what's wrong?"

The Grand Elder said angrily, "I just heard from outside that the expelled trash joined the Iron Bone and even signed up for the sect's martial arts competition."

"Oh?"

The Xiao Clan's Patriarch was surprised.

The Grand Elder was so angry that he almost slammed the table, "My Xiao Clan has been in Liyang City for more than two hundred years. In terms of foundation, we are not inferior to an eighth-rate sect. That trash joining a ninth-rate sect, isn't he deliberately throwing our Xiao Clan's face?"

The Xiao Clan's Patriarch drank a mouthful of tea and said, "He has already been expelled. Even if he becomes a beggar, it has nothing to do with our Xiao Clan. There is no need to consider so much."

"That's true."

"But some families with ulterior motives in the city purposely spread the news, wanting the entire city to see our Xiao Clan as a joke!"

"I have already advised the Patriarch to give that trash a cup of poisonous wine and let him reunite with his parents in the underworld. But the Patriarch only expelled him!"

From the Grand Elder's words, it wasn't hard to tell that he was venting all his anger on Xiao Ziji.

The Xiao Clan's Patriarch put down his teacup and played with his thumb ring, smiling, "Isn't it easy to let a trash die? In my opinion, there is no need for the Grand Elder to be so angry."

… …

Xiao Clan's inner court.

"Have you heard? Xiao Ziji, that trash, joined the Iron Bone and signed up for the sect's martial arts competition. He will be coming to Liyang City in a few days."

"It can't be, he has no spirit root and no cultivation and still dares to come to Liyang City?"

"The sect that the cousins are in is also participating. Will they meet that trash?"

"There seems to be a lot of disciples participating in the martial arts competition this time. I think it will be a little difficult for the cousins to meet that trash."

"No matter what, we must go and take a look on the day of the martial arts competition. I haven't seen that trash for a few years, I really miss him a little."

"Hahaha, they want to bully him again, right?"

The younger generation of the Xiao Clan disciples gathered together to discuss Xiao Ziji. Their eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

Little did they know that the trash they kept talking about was currently in the Iron Bone Clan's training room, undergoing the cruelest of muscle tempering.

Not enough aptitude? Work hard to make it up!

"Become stronger, become stronger!"

Late at night, Xiao Ziji circulated the Body Metamorphose Scripture while crazily bombarding the Strength Testing Machine. The sweat on his forehead and the blood on his fists dripped down together.

Jun Changxiao lay on the roof of the main hall and heard the light sound of punching coming from the training room. He muttered, "Let's vent all the humiliation and torture on the day of the sect's martial arts competition."