Li Qingyang, who was holding a hundred thousand taels of silver, was stunned on the spot.
Coming from a family, he did not have much concept of money, but he knew that this amount was huge. Using it to rebuild the Iron Bone could only be said to be … extravagant!
Li Qingyang hurried back to his room, picked up a brush and ink, and started to draft the reconstruction plan.
The Inner Yard needed to be rebuilt, and the Outer Yard needed to be expanded.
This was a huge project, and he had to seriously plan and plan it!
After a night of designing, the sketch was done.
The Iron Bone Main Hall in the Outer Yard did not change, and it was still at the northernmost side. The rest of the buildings were all changed. The training field was enlarged, and more buildings were added.
The Inner Yard also changed a lot. Not only did they add greenery, but they also added a lot of rooms, enough to accommodate a thousand disciples.
Of course, Li Qingyang also considered Liu Wanshi, and specially divided the vegetable field and the livestock pen.
With enough funds, this reconstruction was definitely a bold and decisive one. Once it was completed, it would be a brand new Iron Bone Zheng Sect!
"Not bad."
After looking at the sketch, Jun Changxiao was very satisfied.
Li Qingyang pointed at a few blank areas on the sketch, and said, "I've decided to build a wing here first. After it's completed, everyone can move in first, and then we can rebuild the other areas. This way, we won't have to live in the Outer Yard."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "You've considered everything thoroughly."
He gave the task of rebuilding the sect to Li Qingyang because he valued his steady and cautious personality.
Simply put, he was suitable to be the head butler.
Li Qingyang would definitely be the internal affairs elder if he wanted to divide the elders' positions.
"Sect Master, when will we start the reconstruction?"
"Three days later."
"Yes!"
Li Qingyang left. Jun Changxiao touched his chin and said, "After the reconstruction of the sect is completed, we'll open the mountain gate to recruit disciples. Once we have 500 people, we'll trigger the sect mission."
When the sect was upgraded to Level 2, he did not recruit disciples immediately because he wanted to strengthen this batch of disciples first.
…
Ai Shang took ten beginner healing pills and returned to the Ai Family.
However, they were not in a hurry to auction it off. Instead, they were waiting for the news to spread so that more forces would know about it.
Previously, he had sold nine healing pills for eight hundred and fifty thousand. Now, he had spent one million to buy ten from Jun Changxiao. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like a loss.
Otherwise, otherwise.
Ai Shang had absolute confidence that the price of the ten Recovery Pellets would exceed a million taels in the second auction.
If a businessman couldn't raise the price of a heaven-defying pill to a higher price, then he wouldn't be worthy of the word 'businessman'.
Of course.
At the same time, Ai Shang was also pondering. If the news of the healing pills were to spread, it would alarm the major powers and sects. How would he explain himself?
…
Three days later.
A large number of craftsmen entered the Iron Bone Factory and began to expand the inner courtyard.
Because it was built in another area, it did not affect the disciples' residence and rest. They could continue to cultivate as usual.
"Sect Leader."
One day, Li Qingyang came to report, "Last night, another nine disciples opened their tenth meridian. Other than Junior Brother Xiao, Junior Brother Ye, and Junior Sister Liu, the other disciples have all reached the tenth stage of the meridian opening realm."
"Not bad, not bad." Jun Changxiao said with satisfaction.
Calculating the time, this batch of disciples had just been recruited for two months. To reach the tenth stage from the second or third stage was quite fast.
"Let them continue to work hard. Those who break through to the Martial Disciple Realm will be given the 'Self Slash' manual," Jun Changxiao said.
"Yes."
Li Qingyang left.
Jun Changxiao stood up and went to the training room.
Xiao Ziji was in the muscle-building room. There were still two hours left.
"Creak!"
At this moment, the door of another muscle-building room opened. Ye Xingchen, who had been beaten black and blue, slid out and panted heavily.
Ever since his room collapsed, he had been cultivating in the training room. His strength was not inferior to Xiao Ziji's.
Needless to say, he had made great progress. His originally weak body had become much stronger.
As for his realm, he had broken through from the first stage to the third stage. His explosive strength had reached 800 jin.
Normally, with Ye Xingchen's physical aptitude, it would be considered good if he could exert 400 jin. The extra 400 jin was due to the Yi Jin Jing, the Taixuan Sutra, the muscle-building room, and the Body Shaping Pill.
Jun Changxiao could also see that he had changed a lot during this time, so he smiled and said, "Now, do you still feel wronged by joining the Iron Bone Sect?"
"…" Ye Xingchen was silent.
Previously, he must have been brooding over the fact that he was forced to join the Iron Bone Sect despite being a reborn Martial Emperor. Now, he was … That's right, it was really good.
"Shua!"
Jun Changxiao went into the muscle-building room. After two hours of sculpting, Xiao Ziji was waving the testing machine again and again. The strength on it was constantly changing.
3000 jin.
3200 jin …
"Bang!"
When the last punch was thrown, the strength was fixed at 2500 jin.
Without opening his meridians, just by tempering his body, his strength had reached the level of a third stage martial disciple. It was really inconceivable.
However, Xiao Ziji did not feel happy at all. Instead, he lowered his arms in dejection.
Jun Changxiao walked over and said, "What are you thinking about?"
"Sect Master, I …" Xiao Ziji paused and said bitterly, "During this period of cultivation, my body has reached its limit. It will be very difficult for it to improve."
Jun Changxiao said, "A martial artist's true strength lies not only in their body, but also in many other aspects, such as weapons and equipment."
"Come with me."
He brought Xiao Ziji to the back of the mountain and took out the QBU-88 sniper rifle. He placed it on the ground and said, "Try to fire a shot."
"Can I?" Xiao Ziji was stunned.
Jun Changxiao said, "If your body can handle it, this sniper rifle is yours."
The system reminded, "Although this disciple can use the sniper rifle, the magically modified 8x scope function can only be triggered by the host."
"So f * cked up?" Jun Changxiao frowned.
In his mind, Xiao Ziji could not open his meridians and could not condense his spirit energy. He would train him to be a sniper. After all, his body was strong, so it should not be a problem for him to bear the recoil.
But now, the magically modified 8x scope, self-aiming, x-ray vision, and other functions could not be triggered by this disciple. How could he achieve 100% accuracy?
"Phew!"
Xiao Ziji let out a long sigh of relief. He walked to the front of the QBU-88 sniper rifle, obviously wanting to try it out.
Jun Changxiao personally taught him how to hold the gun, how to hold the gun, and how to get close to the 8x scope. He also explained the range, firing speed, and wind speed. He said, "Do you understand?"
"Understood."
"That small rock a few hundred feet in front of you, break it."
As he spoke, Jun Changxiao had already moved far away, afraid that the recoil from the shot would implicate him.
"Shua!" Xiao Ziji crouched down, holding the gun with one hand. The end of the gun was pressed against his shoulder. One of his eyes leaned against the lens, and after checking, he immediately pulled the trigger.
"Bang — — —"
The muzzle spat out fire. Like a cannonball, a stream of light shot out. It accurately hit a small rock more than 500 meters away, and blew it to pieces.
"So accurate?"
Jun Changxiao opened his eyes wide.
When he retracted his gaze and looked at Xiao Ziji, he found that the gun was still there, and the ground under the support was sunken. That guy had disappeared into thin air!
"Where is he? Where is he? "
"Sect … Sect Master …" More than 10 meters behind him, Xiao Ziji was paralyzed on a tree branch. His mouth was foaming, and he weakly said, "Disciple … Disciple is here …"
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