The next day.
Deacon Zhao brought a few members of the certification center and rushed all the way to Iron Bone.
When they walked in and stood at the inner door, they looked at the magnificent main hall in front of them. Looking at the surrounding jade carvings and jade buildings, they were all dumbfounded.
Was this an eighth-rate sect?
If it wasn't for the words' Iron Bone Clan 'written clearly on the plaque outside, Deacon Zhao and the others would have thought that this was a sixth-rate sect!
To be honest.
After Li Qingyang re-cultivated a few times, the Iron Bone was truly magnificent.
Other than the nameless mountain, the architectural specifications were not inferior to the sixth-rate Hao Qi Sect.
What shocked Deacon Zhao even more was that.
Hundreds of disciples were gathered in the martial arts practice field. Their entire bodies were emitting essence, energy, and spirit. There was no need to verify that they were at the Martial Disciple level!
"Lord Deacon."
A martial artist exclaimed, "These Iron Bone disciples who are cultivating are probably all Martial Disciples!"
The person beside him said in disbelief, "A few months ago, they were still an unranked sect. How did they suddenly become so powerful!"
These two brothers were a little unhappy yesterday.
Today, when they saw the Iron Bone's buildings and the aura of the disciples, they were immediately slapped in the face.
Deacon Zhao calmed down and said, "Sect Leader Jun has been recruiting disciples recently. Could it be that all of them are Martial Disciples?"
Although his tone was questioning, he was 100% certain that the disciples he recruited were all Martial Disciples.
Oh my god!
How did he convince so many Martial Disciples to join the Iron Bone?
Thinking back to the recruitment of the Hundred Sects, he convinced the number one genius of the Azure Sun County, Li Qingyang. He also thought back to the Star Moon Tower, where he made the Alliance's big shots vomit blood.
"Sect Leader Jun must have a silver tongue!"
Deacon Zhao believed that the Iron Bone's Martial Disciples were directly recruited.
If Jun Changxiao knew, he would be happy to accept it. After all, it wasn't that shocking, and it was also in line with the strategy of developing the sect in a low-key manner.
"Deacon Zhao."
Li Qingyang said, "Please."
Under his lead, Deacon Zhao led a few members to the main hall.
On the way, when they passed by the Iron Bone disciples, they all noticed that the men were tall and sturdy, and the women were light and valiant!
These Martial Disciples were definitely not mediocre!
Deacon Zhao, who had authenticated countless sects, came to Iron Bone and experienced what it meant to be shocked.
…
In the main hall.
After the disciple served the tea, Jun Changxiao asked, "Deacon Zhao, is my Iron Bone okay?"
Deacon Zhao cupped his fists and said, "Sect Master Jun's sect is extraordinary. This Zhao evaluates its potential as first class!"
First Rank?
The members of the certification center behind him were shocked.
When the certification center came to verify the sect's grade, they would make a professional estimation of the sect's potential from all aspects and give it four different grades of evaluation: A, B, C, and D.
A was the highest and D the lowest.
Each level was further divided into three levels.
For example, although A was the highest grade, it was also divided into first, second, and third grades, from lowest to highest.
These people who worked in the authentication center had authenticated many sects with Deacon Zhao, but the highest evaluation they could give was only Class B.
Today, he actually gave Iron Bone an A rating!
Even the Vast Qi Sect couldn't achieve such a feat for a sect from a ninth-grade county to have the potential to reach the first grade!
Although the members were shocked, they didn't question it.
Because Deacon Zhao had been authenticating sects for dozens of years, his qualifications and experience were very high. Giving an A rating was definitely a professional and not a casual remark.
Jun Changxiao didn't understand the standards of the certification center.
But in his knowledge, the word "A" was definitely a good evaluation, so he cupped his fists and smiled, "Deacon Zhao is too serious, too serious."
It wasn't just good, it was extremely good!
To be able to get an A rating from the certification center, one had to be in a high grade county or the sect itself had reached the sixth-grade.
What about Iron Bone?
It wasn't in a high grade county with Earth Spirit talents, and its sect was only an eighth-grade one!
If Deacon Zhao's A rating was spread to the Jianghu, it would definitely shock many sects and martial artists.
In this county, the number of sects with the potential to reach the first grade could be counted with five fingers.
Oh, right.
Jun Changxiao had killed Liao Cun Fang, and the Qishan Sect he was in charge of had received an A rating, with the reason being that it had great potential to be promoted from a sect to a sect.
Deacon Zhao said, "Sect Leader Jun's disciples are very strong, and their auras are vigorous. One look and I can tell that they aren't ordinary Martial Disciples. This is the reason I gave them an A rating, and it's definitely not out of politeness."
What did a sect's potential depend on?
It definitely didn't depend on the buildings, but on the disciples!
Even if the sect was built to be more majestic than the imperial palace, and all the disciples were a group of second or third stage Meridian Opening cultivators, they definitely wouldn't even receive a B rating.
On the contrary, even if the sect was a bunch of thatched cottages, and the group of high grade disciples lived inside, they would still receive an A rating.
If an eighth-grade sect had five hundred Martial Disciples, if they didn't receive an A rating, his decades as a deacon would be completely wasted.
"Deacon Zhao."
Jun Changxiao returned to the topic, "When will the sect be authenticated?"
Deacon Zhao said, "If Sect Leader Jun gathers the disciples who meet the requirements in the martial arts field, we can authenticate now."
"Qingyang."
Jun Changxiao said, "Gather the disciples and let Deacon Zhao authenticate them one by one."
"Yes."
Li Qingyang left.
Not long after, five hundred and fifty disciples lined up neatly in the martial arts field.
Deacon Zhao walked out of the main hall and looked at the group of Iron Bone disciples with their heads held high and their chests puffed out. He thought to himself, "What reason is there to not give them an A rating?"
"Deacon Zhao."
Jun Changxiao pointed to the disciples on the left and said, "These are my Iron Bone disciples with a twelfth stage Meridian Opening cultivation. Please begin the authentication."
"Okay."
Deacon Zhao walked down and took out a testing stone from his spatial ring, placing it outside the martial arts field.
"Please activate the light rings in your hands, and then proceed with the test one by one. As long as your strength reaches one hundred and fifty kilograms, you pass."
The twelve Meridian Opening cultivation rings could be faked, but strength wouldn't. If a fist could reach one hundred and fifty kilograms, it would definitely be a twelfth stage Meridian Opening.
"Go."
Jun Changxiao waved his hand.
Yang Kong, who had just entered the sect, walked up first.
He stopped in front of the testing stone and took a deep breath. Then, he raised his fist and punched it. His face was indifferent, and he didn't seem to be serious at all.
Deacon Zhao shook his head and thought to himself, "Isn't the sect leader blaming the sect for being so perfunctory?"
Bang!
His fist landed on the testing stone, and the strength displayed was one hundred and fifty kilograms.
This …
Deacon Zhao was dumbfounded.
Next, he would continue to be dumbfounded.
Because the disciples who came up one after another all attacked with indifference, and the strength displayed was not lower than one hundred and fifty kilograms!
After fifty disciples were authenticated, Jun Changxiao said, "Deacon Zhao, I really don't have enough Iron Bone twelfth stage Meridian Opening disciples. Can I use Martial Disciples instead?"
Deacon Zhao's mouth twitched and said, "Sure."
"Go." Jun Changxiao said.
Cui Bujian walked up first, raised his small fist, and lightly punched the testing stone.
He swore that he had controlled his strength, but he still managed to hit one hundred and fifty kilograms!
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