The high and mighty Patriarch of Qishan Sect, Liao Cun Fang, was dead. His limbs were chopped off and his flesh was sliced off. The process of his death was slow and painful.
Was it cruel? Cruel!
But this was the price one had to pay for killing a disciple of Iron Bone!
Jun Changxiao sheathed his saber. The killing intent in his eyes gradually dissipated. He walked up to Xiao Ziji and fed them a healing pill.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
In an instant, the two of them jumped up energetically.
When they saw Liao Cun Fang's limbs chopped off and he died of a thousand cuts, the shock in their hearts could not subside.
A second-class Wuzong, a leader of a sixth-class sect, was killed so easily. It was too terrifying!
At that moment, Xiao Ziji finally realized that although the Sect Leader rarely fought, his strength was really strong.
Liao Cun Fang was not the only one who died.
The martial artists from various sects who went after the Drizzle Hall members also died tragically in the hands of Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo.
Many of them were second-class and third-class martial artists, but they could not escape death in front of a group of monstrous disciples.
As usual, they looted the crates.
After that, they piled the corpses together and burned them with fire.
The martial artists from various sects were not rich. Liao Cun Fang was the rich one. There were many martial arts techniques and spirit stones in his spatial ring. There were also two to three million taels of silver.
There were also Crystal Cores. There were hundreds of middle-class and more than ten high-class Crystal Cores.
Jun Changxiao took them and thought to himself, "If I put all of them into the incubator, I should be able to increase one or two contribution points."
After everything was done, he burned Liao Cun Fang's corpse and brought the disciples back to Iron Bone.
The dead Drizzle Hall members were carried by Xiao Ziji. His eyes were filled with grief and self-blame.
If he was not too careless and was trapped in the valley by various martial artists from Heyang County, Junior Brother would not have died because of him.
…
After returning to the Iron Bone Sect, Jun Changxiao chose a suitable burial ground at the back of the mountain, and then dug a grave.
On the day of the burial, the sky was dark and drizzling.
All the disciples of Iron Bone stood beside the grave to send off their fallen comrade.
"I'm sorry …"
Standing in front of the tombstone, Xiao Ziji lowered his head. The self-blame on his face deepened. "I've implicated Junior Brother."
Jun Changxiao patted his shoulder and said, "Qin Li died because of you, so you should live well and continue to grow stronger to repay him."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
There was no point in saying too many words of comfort. Only when the person involved had truly thought it through would it work.
What's more, Jun Changxiao didn't feel good about the death of a disciple. Who could comfort him?
Xiao Ziji couldn't figure it out and stood in front of the tombstone.
A day and a night later, he clenched his fists and murmured, "Junior Brother, I will live on and work hard to become stronger. I will use my life to protect the Iron Bone and my fellow disciples!"
He had thought it through.
He had figured it out, but Jun Changxiao had not.
Sitting alone in the study, he still blamed himself.
If he had not sent his disciples to participate in the Grand Competition, none of his disciples would have lost their lives.
The death of a disciple had happened on Black Wind Mountain before.
But that disciple was greedy for life and afraid of death. In order to survive, he didn't hesitate to betray the sect and join Zhou Tianba. So, his death didn't matter. Jun Changxiao didn't feel any psychological burden at all.
However, Qin Li died to save his fellow disciples. He was the first disciple of the sect to die in the true sense. This made him very sad.
"What are you thinking about? You don't even host the morning exercises. "Li Luoqiu leaned against the door of the study with a charming smile on her lips.
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "Your Drizzle Hall lost a member. Don't you feel sad?"
Li Luoqiu walked over and sat in front of him. She clasped her hands together and asked in a questioning tone, "The dead can't be brought back to life. Is there any use in feeling sad?"
Jun Changxiao was startled.
Yes, the person was already dead. Was there any use in feeling sad?
Li Luoqiu continued, "Since we live in this cruel world, what we need to do is not to remember our old friends. Instead, we need to constantly become stronger to comfort their souls in heaven."
These words were similar to what she said to Xiao Ziji yesterday. Jun Changxiao hoped that his disciple could think it through, but he still couldn't.
"Them?"
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "These two words are inauspicious."
Li Luoqiu said solemnly, "Our Iron Bone wants to become stronger in this cruel world. There will be more conflicts, hatred, and even death."
Jun Changxiao knew that this woman was telling him that Qin Li's death was only the beginning. If they wanted to continue walking in this cruel world, there would be more disciples who would die.
He didn't want the disciples he cultivated to die. But since they entered the Jianghu, their life and death were no longer in their own hands.
Jun Changxiao leaned on the back of the chair and said, "I will do my best to improve the strength of my disciples. I will let them become stronger and not walk towards death."
Li Luoqiu stood up and said, "I will also go and train the members. I will let them have enough strength to face all dangers."
… …
Jun Changxiao temporarily dispelled the idea of letting his disciples continue to participate in the Inter-Sect Tournament. Instead, he focused on cultivating in the Sect.
A few days later.
On the third month since the various tests were established, the Inter-Sect Tournament was held.
Because there were early and late disciples, and there were high and low realms, the Inter-Sect Tournament was divided into different levels.
Many disciples rushed to sign up. After a day of intense competition, the three different levels of the Inter-Sect Tournament ended. The disciple who won first place received a generous reward of resources.
Although the level of the Inter-Sect Tournament wasn't high, the rewards would motivate the disciples to become stronger.
Of course.
The Inter-Sect Tournament and the Inter-Sect Tournament were only appetizers.
The most important thing was the Inter-Sect Tournament every year. After all, the champion could become an Inner Sect disciple.
Iron Bone currently only had seven Inner Sect disciples. Many powerful Outer Sect disciples naturally hoped to occupy an Inner Sect seat through the Inter-Sect Tournament.
As of now, Long Ziyang and Yang Yuhua had the highest possibility of becoming an Inner Sect disciple.
Next were Zhang Wei and the other ten who used the Aptitude Changing Elixir.
In the sixth and seventh rate Sects, as long as one had a high grade Spiritual Root, not only would they be promoted to an Inner Sect disciple, they could even become a Direct Disciple. In Iron Bone, they had to participate in the Inter-Sect Tournament to prove themselves. This was a bit awesome.
There was no other way.
Who asked there to be so many disciples with Supreme-Grade Spiritual Roots?
As a matter of fact, when Li Fei drank the Supreme-Grade Aptitude Changing Elixir, his Spiritual Root was upgraded to the Supreme-Grade. His realm went from the eighth grade to the ninth grade Martial Disciple.
In this way, among the Iron Bone Inner Sect disciples, only Tian Qi had a high grade Spiritual Root for the time being. The rest were all Supreme-Grade Spiritual Roots!
An eighth-rate Sect, excluding Jun Changxiao and Lu Qianqian, had a total of five disciples with Supreme-Grade Spiritual Roots and more than ten disciples with high grade Spiritual Roots. This was a very scary thing. If this spread out, it would definitely cause a sensation in the entire Falling Star Continent.
"Thank you for the elixir, Sect Leader!"
After his aptitude and realm had been upgraded, Li Fei said excitedly.
"You can go now."
Jun Changxiao waved his hand.
After the disciple left, he went to the study and poured the crystal cores he got from Liao Cunfang into the incubator one by one.
With so many middle and high grade crystal cores, the mutation rate only increased from 85 to 87.
Sure enough, one had to be super invincible to be able to afford this.
…
Time passed, and soon more than ten days had passed.
Jun Changxiao cultivated and taught the disciples at the same time. He also came to check on the incubator every day.
"Ding!"
One day, the incubation time shown on the screen changed to 1515 days.
"Whoosh!"
The energy of the Sea Wave Crystal Cores in the incubator was stirred up crazily. Then, it gradually faded from rich to faint, as if it was being absorbed by the dragon egg.
"Crack!"
A cracking sound was heard.
The dragon egg that was standing in the incubator cracked open and quickly spread to the surroundings, forming pieces.
"Whoosh!"
A red light shot out from the crack, and then a piece of eggshell fell off.
The cub was coming out!
Jun Changxiao looked at it intently and secretly prayed, "It must mutate, it must mutate!"
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