Despicable

Ye Xingchen compromised.

It wasn't that he didn't have a backbone, but that he was a young man who had just been reborn. He was only at the first level of the Meridian Opening Realm, so he couldn't fight back.

Moreover, the hidden weapons that these Iron Bone disciples used to kick him had at least a few hundred kilograms of force. His small body couldn't withstand it at all.

It didn't matter if Ye Xingchen could become a Martial Emperor in the future, or if he could pull down the Empress from her pedestal. He was just a weakling who had just been reborn.

He could only choose to endure in order to not die.

'Despicable guy, despicable Iron Bone Clan!

'Wait until I've successfully cultivated the Taixuan Sutra, and when my realm increases, I'll trample all of you under my feet!'

Ye Xingchen roared in his heart.

How angry and unreconciled were they?

But then again, why did Jun Changxiao want to recruit Ye Xingchen?

In his opinion, someone who could reveal the vicissitudes of life in his eyes must have experienced something. It was easier than cultivating an ignorant young man.

…

The next day.

Under the witness of the 99 disciples, Liu Wanshi and the tied up Ye Xingchen filled in the forms according to the procedure and officially became Iron Bone's 101st and 102nd disciples.

"Ding!"

"Sect member: 102/500."

"Ding!"

"Sect contribution: 274/500."

Jun Changxiao said, "Qingyang, give them the uniforms."

"Yes."

Li Qingyang walked over with a few sets of male and female sect uniforms.

Liu Wanshi took them and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Sect Leader. Thank you, Second Senior Brother!"

She had been envious of this unique sect uniform for a long time. Today, she finally got it.

After Ye Xingchen was untied, he unwillingly took the sect uniform and said hatefully in his heart, 'I'll let you be arrogant for a while. Once I've comprehended the Taixuan Sutra, I'll definitely take your life!'

"Du du, Xingchen, follow me."

Jun Changxiao brought the two of them to the main hall and threw them two Yi Jin Jing books, saying, "This is our sect's entry-level mental cultivation method. Take it and cultivate it first. Remember, don't pass it on to others."

He had just spent 10 contribution points to make a maximum of 1,000 copies for backup.

Ye Xingchen took the brand-new secret manual and thought disdainfully, "How can this trashy mantra catch my eye?"

Liu Wanshi happily hugged the secret book and said with a smile, "Thank you, Sect Master. Du Du will definitely work hard to cultivate!"

"You're so happy just because of a low-level mental cultivation method. What an ordinary person." Ye Xingchen looked down on Yi Jinjing from the bottom of his heart.

It was understandable.

After all, he had the Sutra of Taixuan, not to mention that he had fallen for it once.

…

In the beginning, Liu Wanshi was not a disciple and lived in the cafeteria. Now, she was given a separate room when she entered, right next to Lu Qianqian.

Ye Xingchen had also been assigned a residence, but when he saw the inner courtyard, which was filled with terraces and pavilions, he was secretly surprised. "A ninth-rate sect, but the construction is not bad."

"Fine."

"Let's start here and start this Emperor's road to return to the peak!"

He walked into the room. He originally wanted to cultivate the Sutra of Taixuan, but his hand was impulsive and opened Yi Jinjing.

Why would I have the thought of looking at a trashy mental cultivation method?

Maybe I'm bored …

Ye Xingchen laughed at himself and locked his gaze on the chants recorded on the front page. Gradually, his expression froze, and finally, he could not help but exclaim, "Divine Mental Cultivation Method!"

As a former Martial Emperor, Ye Xingchen was more authoritative than Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang. He only roughly understood and judged the quality.

Moreover, it was a divine Body Refining Mental Cultivation Method!

Ye Xingchen said solemnly, "A ninth-rate sect would have such a precious Body Refining Mental Cultivation Method. Am I dreaming? Or today, after thousands of years, divine Body Refining Mental Cultivation Methods are as common as dogs, and saint Body Refining Mental Cultivation Methods are everywhere?"

As he continued to study, his state of mind surged.

This Yi Jinjing seemed simple, but it actually contained profound meaning. It was definitely a Body Refining Mental Cultivation Method that could only be found by chance!

"Back then, this Emperor's body was not well tempered. It could not withstand the tearing of space, and could not take the first step to break through the void!"

"Now that I've been reborn, not only do I have the Sutra of Taixuan, but I also have a divine Body Refining Mental Cultivation Method. Even if I have a trashy body, becoming a Martial Emperor and breaking through the void will be a piece of cake!"

"Hahaha!" Ye Xingchen laughed.

"Whoosh —"

The ball of happiness flew in from the open window and directly hit his face. Su Xiaomo's voice could be heard, "It's the middle of the night, can't you let me sleep!"

"Damn it!"

Ye Xingchen covered his head and said angrily, "Kid, this Emperor will remember you!"

...

Night came, and all was silent.

Jun Changxiao was not in the mood to sleep. He sat on a stool in the stone pavilion, as if he was thinking about something.

"The people who tried to assassinate me in the main hall must have been sent by the Spirit Spring Sect. Who sent the group of black-clothed people outside Liyang City?"

Jun Changxiao summed up the trouble he caused when he came to this world. After thinking about it, he felt that the Spirit Spring Sect had the most motive.

"Now that I've become a fifth grade Martial Disciple and have the Opening Seal Talisman, it's time to go to the Spirit Spring Sect to seek justice."

His eyes turned cold and sharp.

Jun Changxiao did not think that the Spirit Spring Sect's assassins would give up after failing to assassinate him. Instead of passively being beaten, it was better to take the initiative to attack and let them know that he was not to be trifled with.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of wind breaking in his ears.

Before his breakthrough, Jun Changxiao would not have been able to detect it. But after becoming a Martial Disciple, his eyes, ears, nose and other aspects had improved. Even if a grain of sand fell in front of him, he would be able to hear it.

"Someone's here!"

He suddenly got up and dodged to the side.

Just as he retreated, a black shadow rushed out from the dark. The sword in its hand slashed across his back, almost hitting him!

Jun Changxiao stabilized his body and pulled out the Desert Eagle to shoot. But he saw the black shadow hit nothing. The tip of its foot lightly tapped the ground and instantly disappeared into the night.

"..." He frowned.

The system said, "The host should buy a sect protection array as soon as possible to protect the sect. Otherwise, others can come and go as they wish."

"Do you have it in the beginner's shop?" Jun Chang laughed.

The system said, "Yes, it depends on the face to refresh."

Even if it depends on the face, it still has to refresh. After all, it comes and goes as it pleases. It's really annoying. Moreover, the one who attacked was only him. If it attacked the disciples, it would be troublesome.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, there was a scream.

Jun Changxiao rushed into the male disciple's room and pushed the door open. He saw Ye Xingchen covering his butt and angrily saying, "What kind of bastard is this, to dare to sneak attack me!"

"What happened?"

Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo rushed over in their pajamas with swords in hand. When they saw Ye Xingchen's butt spurting blood, their mouths twitched.

"There's an assassin who wants to assassinate me."

Jun Changxiao said calmly, "Wake all the disciples up and gather in the main hall. Take turns guarding to prevent the assassin from taking advantage of the situation."

"Yes!"

Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo hurriedly went to gather the disciples. Soon, all the male and female disciples gathered in the main hall.

Ye Xingchen, whose butt was stabbed, also came. He roared in his heart, "If you have a grudge, go assassinate him. What's the use of assassinating a new disciple like me!"

Sigh.

The assassin probably thought that he was the weakest in the sect.

Jun Changxiao was very angry now. He sat on the Thousand Year Sandalwood chair and fiercely scrolled down the store.

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 254/500."

After the refresh, the store changed again. Not only was there no Sect Protection Array, even the other items were mostly useless.

Even if they were useless, he had to choose. Jun Changxiao bought a refreshing cigar, which cost him 10 points.

"Refresh again!"

Jun Changxiao scrolled down the store again.

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 234/500."

The new items were all daily necessities, such as thermos mugs, feather dusters, ping pong paddles, and so on.

Jun Changxiao clenched his teeth and bought a feather duster that cost 10 contribution points. Its purpose was to clean up.

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 214/500."

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 194/500."

… …

… …

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 174/500."

When Jun Changxiao refreshed the store for the fifth time, his face was filled with joy. This was because the store finally had an item with the words' Sect Protection Array '!