There were still more than ten days left before the two-month time limit set by the epic mission.
Death Valley was quite far away, and they would have to travel for a while. Therefore, Jun Chang Xiao decided to set off tomorrow.
The twenty-five disciples had improved quite well, especially the ten middle-grade disciples, all of whom had become fifth-grade Martial Disciples.
Because there weren't many tenfold Qi Gathering Pills, they took the quintuple ones, so their speed couldn't be compared to Li Qingyang and the others who went to Haoqi Sect for training.
If he had joined the other sects during the Hundred Sects' recruitment, it would have been his limit to enter the Martial Disciple stage from the Meridian Opening stage.
Therefore, the ten middle-grade Spiritual Root disciples were very content and grateful.
Long Ziyang and Li Yuhua also improved quite well.
One became a fifth-grade Martial Disciple, and the other became a fourth-grade Martial Disciple.
Especially Li Yuhua, after a month of training, not only did he cultivate a strong physical defense, but he also became very agile.
Su Xiaomo and the others wanted to kick him with a football, so they had to use at least seventy to eighty percent of their strength.
After Ling Yuanxue took the aptitude changing liquid, she relied on the Qi Revolving Pill to break through to Martial Disciple, and later on, she became a third-grade Martial Disciple.
These were all outer sect disciples.
Although the seven inner sect disciples didn't have the tenfold Qi Gathering Pills, their improvement in the past month was quite good.
Ye Xingchen became a ninth-grade Martial Disciple, the same as Li Qingyang.
Su Xiaomo, Li Fei, and Tian Qi were all eighth-grade Martial Disciples, and Xiao Ziji was a sixth-grade Martial Disciple.
As for Lu Qianqian.
In her words, she was a fourth-grade Martial Disciple.
She was able to turn her spiritual power into small fists in Haoqi Sect, so no one thought that her strength was only a fourth-grade Martial Disciple.
Of course.
In the past month, the other disciples also improved quite well.
Disciples with average aptitudes like Li Tiantian and Sima Zhongda also became second-grade and third-grade Martial Disciples.
The last batch of disciples entered the tenth stage of the Meridian Opening Realm with the help of Yi Jin Jing, Body Tempering Pill, and Meridian Opening Pill. They weren't far from all twelfth-stage Martial Disciples.
Could they raise the sect's level?
They couldn't.
The certification requirements for a seventh-grade sect were: the sect master, fifty Martial Disciples, and five hundred twelfth-stage Meridian Opening Realm disciples.
Just based on the first point, he failed.
Therefore, Jun Changxiao had to complete the Epic Quest no matter what so that he could become a Martial Master.
Moreover, based on the first mission he completed, if he completed the second epic mission, he might directly break through to the next realm.
…
The next day.
After the 25 disciples ate the breakfast prepared by Liu Wanshi, they left the Iron Bone under the lead of Jun Changxiao.
After the other disciples saw him off, they continued to cultivate.
They hoped that they could become stronger faster so that they could follow their Senior Brothers out to gain experience in the future.
Li Luoqiu oversaw the sect.
However, after watching Jun Changxiao and the others leave, he said to himself, "Death Valley is full of danger. I hope I can return safely."
Death Valley was notorious. She had brought so many people there to train. It was hard for her not to think that some of her disciples might never return.
"Scared?"
On the way, Jun Changxiao said.
"I'm not afraid!"
The disciples shouted in unison.
Even though they knew that this trip would be extremely dangerous, they weren't afraid in the slightest, because they had steel bones!
…
Death Valley was in the south of Azure Sun County. It was at least a thousand miles away from Azure Sun City.
As there was still plenty of time, Jun Changxiao wasn't in a hurry. Occasionally, they would stop to admire the beautiful scenery when they passed by.
It had to be said that in a world full of spiritual energy, the scenery in the wilderness was pleasant, making people forget to return.
When Jun Changxiao brought his disciples to a waterfall, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. He immediately recited a poem.
"The sun shines and the incense burner produces purple smoke. I look at the waterfall hanging in front of me.
"Flying down three thousand feet, I think the Milky Way falls from the Ninth Heaven!"
The disciples were stunned.
It turned out that the Sect Leader knew how to compose poems!
Su Xiaomo and the others didn't come from a big family, so they had limited knowledge. They only felt that the poem sounded very good.
"Flying down three thousand feet, I think the Milky Way falls from the Ninth Heaven …" Long Ziyang carefully savored it and clapped his hands. "Wonderful, wonderful!"
Lu Qianqian, who was always cold, heard Jun Changxiao's poem, and her eyes were filled with surprise.
In the Falling Star Continent, there were many martial artists, but cultured people like him weren't easy to find.
"Sect Leader is so awesome!"
Ling Yuanxue didn't follow the procedure and directly worshipped him.
If the system had Acting Tough Points, Sect Leader Jun would have gained a lot of points by reciting Li Bai's poem.
…
"Rustle, rustle, rustle!"
In the beautiful mountain forest, Xiao Zui Ji carried his Type 88 sniper rifle and sprinted forward. He stopped in front of a tree, set up his gun, and pulled the trigger.
"Xiu —"
With the silencer, the bullet shot out silently and accurately hit a goat that was running in the distance.
"Swish!"
Su Xiaomo rushed over and carried the goat to a small stream. He skillfully skinned and deboned the goat.
After finishing, he hung the goat on a tree branch.
Zhou Hong walked over. Sword shadows permeated the air, instantly slicing the man into pieces.
Before the goat fell off, a few disciples went over with bamboo baskets and caught the pieces.
"Swish! Swish! Swish! "
They used bamboo skewers to skewer the goat and brought it to the Sect Leader.
Jun Changxiao placed the goat skewers on a makeshift barbecue table and released the Exquisite Fire. He began to rotate the skewers continuously.
Xiao Ziji opened fire.
Zhou Hong drew his sword.
The disciples were busy as if they were facing a great enemy.
They were just … barbecuing!
"Little Mo!"
Jun Changxiao shouted, "Where's the kidney?"
Su Xiaomo, who was standing by the stream, said, "Sect Leader, I threw away all the internal organs!"
"Damn!"
Jun Changxiao said, "What a waste!"
Li Qingyang's mouth twitched.
My Sect Leader, you used a bullet to barbecue the meat with the Exquisite Fire. This is what you call a waste!
"Extremely boring."
Ye Xingchen, who was sitting in the distance, didn't care.
Not long after, the skewers were cooked.
Jun Changxiao sprinkled chili and cumin and said, "Come and try my barbecue skills."
The disciples living in the Falling Star Continent had never seen such barbecue before. So, they all curiously took a skewer and ate it. Then, they praised it!
"Junior Brother Ye."
Li Qingyang handed over the goat skewers and said, "You should try it too!"
"Tsk."
Ye Xingchen took it reluctantly, took a bite, and then … well, ate the rest.
No one could resist the temptation of delicious food, not even the cold Martial Emperor!
He could compose poems and barbecue skewers.
The disciples' adoration for the Sect Leader was like a torrential river that flowed endlessly!
After the barbecue in the wild, Jun Changxiao continued to lead the disciples and stopped in front of the fog-shrouded Death Valley the next day.
The words "Death Valley" were engraved on the stone wall at the entrance of the valley. The color was red, as if it was dyed with blood.
"Whoosh!"
Cold wind blew and poured into the entrance of the valley, forming a sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
In front of the valley, many martial artists were hesitating. When they saw Jun Changxiao and the others coming, they immediately whispered to each other.
"Eh? Iron Bone? "
"Sect Leader Jun brought so many disciples here. Is he going to enter Death Valley to train?"
"Without Wuzong, going in rashly is suicide!"
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