Chapter 105: he who comes is surely ill-intentioned

With enough crystal cores, after Xiao Zuiji returned to the sect, he invested more time into practicing with the gun. He stayed on the back mountain all night, lying in wait for the animals to come out. 

Hitting a static target was nothing, true marksmanship was being able to consistently hit a moving target. 

Bang! Bang!

Late into the night, the sound of gunfire would occasionally echo.

In the study room, Jun Changxiao had no interest in sleep and continued to refresh the system store. 

With 355 contribution points, he felt like he could freely spend some points. 

[Ding! Sect Contribution: 345/500.]

After refreshing, an item named Modified Shoulder Pad appeared. 

Clickin open the details

[Item: Modified Shoulder Pad

Effect: After wearing, the item protects the shoulder, counter-balancing the recoil of the modified firearms to a large degree.

Effectiveness: When worn.

Price: 20 contribution points.]

Jun Changxiao muttered, Counters the recoil? This is a good thing.

He did not consider more, directly buying it. 

[Ding! Host has spent 20 contribution points, obtaining Modified Shoulder Pad x1. The item has been transported to the storage ring.]

[Ding! Sect Contribution: 325/500.]

Jun Changxiao continued to refresh, but his look was poor, not finding anything of use. He was forced to spend 10 contribution points to buy a jump rope. 

He refreshed the tab again. 

[Ding! Sect Contribution: 295/500.]

This time the items were not bad, with an advanced ordinary-grade martial skill named the Rupturing Fist appearing. 

Although the rank was low, the Ironbone Sect was desperately lacking martial skills. Therefore Jun Changxiao spent 10 contribution points to buy it. 

[Ding! Sect Contribution: 285/500.]

[Ding! The host has purchased a fist arts skill, automatically setting it as a sect technique.]

On the sect techniques panel appeared the [Rupturing Fist {Ordinary-Grade Advanced}], meaning that the disciples could also learn it. 

Jun Changxiao made 1000 copies of the manual and muttered, Those above Meridian Opening Stage Ten can learn, I will give it to them tomorrow.

The next day. 

Under the influence of the boombox, the morning exercise was joyfully completed. Upon obtaining the Rupturing Fists manuals, the mood in the sect was even better. 

Jun Changxiao handed the Modified Shoulder Pad to Xiao Zuiji and the Limit Jump Rope to Su Xiaomo. 

Many thanks, Sect Head, the two said. 

Xiao Zuiji wore the shoulder pad and went to the back mountain. He picked up the rifle and pulled the trigger. There was a bang, but his body merely trembled, not moving back one bit!

So powerful? He stared wide-eyed. 

Saying that, he stood up and folded the support, positioning himself in a shooting position once more. It should be fine to shoot standing up, right?

Bang

He pulled the trigger. 

Instantly, Xiao Zuiji was forced to back up several meters. As he staggered, he grimaced, Quite painful!

Without the bipedal support, the Type 88s recoil was definitely greater. Fortunately he had the modified shoulder pad on, otherwise he would be hanging in the southeast branch once more. 

On the training field. 

Su Xiaomo was holding the jump rope. Sect Head gave me this thing, does he want me to jump rope?

Shua!

As he was talking to himself, he started to jump. 

Then his arms started to swing by themselves, and both of his feet started to jump up and down. 

Shua! Shua! Shua!

His speed started to increase, his figure flickering in the light. 

Good god!

The other disciples started to surround him, exclaiming, Look how quick that senior brother is jumping!

After about an hour, the rope-jumping frequency began to drop, then stopped. 

Putong!

Su Xiamos legs were trembling and he collapsed onto the ground, whole body paralyzed. His eyes had rolled to the back of his head and he was foaming at the mouth. 

The function of this Limit Jump Rope was to train leg strength. Once the user began to jump, it would force the user to crazily jump for one hour, working much like the Muscle Molding Machine. 

The disciples continued to cultivate as always. 

Jun Changxiao immersed himself in cultivation, occasionally using a Qi Gathering Pill to increase spirit power absorption. 

A few days later. 

His cultivation increased from sixth stage to seventh stage. 

If he met savage beasts like the Earthly Flame Wolf King, he wouldnt need a firearm and could solve it barehanded. 

In the training room. 

Jun Changxiao concentrated qi on his right arm, displaying the recently comprehended Rupturing Fist. With a bang, the strength tested read 20,000 jin. 

Tsk. Tsk.

Unexpectedly increased 3000 jin.

After breaking through to Seventh Stage Martial Apprentice, the strength of his mortal body was about 17,000 jin. The Rupturing Fist had increased that by 3000 jin. 

The system said, [This is but an ordinary-grade. If there are higher-tier martial skills, the hosts strength will be increased further.]

Jun Changxiao also wanted to learn higher-leveled martial skills, but that all depended on his luck. 

Bang!

Swiftly, there was a gunshot from the outer court. 

Jun Changxiao rushed over and looked at the newly constructed sentry post, finding that the Type 88s muzzle was smoking

What happened? he called up. 

Xiao Zuiji stood at the post and pointed at the direction the muzzle was aimed. Sect Head, there was a black-clothed person trying to enter, but he was shot by this Disciple.

Jun Changxiao quickly walked out of the sect. Sure enough, several hundred meters out, there was a black-clothed person lying in the grass. The persons chest was pierced, blood pooling around them they could not be any more dead.

This assassins movements were high-speed. To be killed by Xiao Zuiji in one shot meant that the boys marksmanship was accurate. 

Unfortunately, there wasnt a side mission. Jun Changxiao shook his head, searching for a storage ring, before burning the corpse with the Exquisite Flame.

Drizzle Pavilion.

You guys are truly diligent.

With Xiao Zuiji standing as a sentry, Jun Changxiao did not need to activate the Great Sect Protecting Array every night, saving him some points.

Sect Head.

The next day, Li Qingyang came to report. 

Four junior brothers have entered Martial Apprentice these past few days, this disciple has distributed the I Cut Manuals to them.

How is Xingchens cultivation? Jun Changxiao asked. 

As the sect leader, he cared greatly about each disciples growth. 

Li Qingyang said, I saw Junior Brother Ye test his strength in the training room yesterday. On his wrist were seven halos of light, so he should be at Meridian Opening Stage Seven.

So quickly? Jun Changxiao was quite surprised.

Calculating the time, Ye Xingchen had joined the Ironbone Sect less than a month ago. From stage one to stage seven, his speed was greater than the other disciples. 

Li Qingyang seriously said, Sect Head, Junior Brother Ye is not simple.

Jun Changxiao touched his nose and smiled. This persons eyes show the vicissitude of time. He seemed to have experienced many things, so this Lord forcefully enrolled him as a disciple.

Li Qingyang added, Junior Brother Ye is withdrawn, not interacting much with many junior brothers. This disciple worries that he will be restless when his cultivation base becomes more powerful.

Jun Changxiao threaded his fingers together, placing them on his knees as he leaned forward. With a smile, he said, Relax. Even if that guy breaks through to Martial Emperor Realm, this Lord can still control him.

As a sect leader, if he couldnt even control a disciple, why bother being a sect leader at all? Just directly scatter cultivation and commit suicide.

Sect Head!

At this moment, Su Xiaomo ran over, panting. Theres someone outside for a visit, apparently its the Murong Clans Murong Xin!

What? Jun Changxiao and Li Qingyang were both stunned. 

They had just discussed her a couple days ago. Could it be that she had come today because of Xiao Zuiji?

He who comes is surely ill-intentioned! Jun Changxiao said, knitting his brows. [1]

[1] Part of a phrase that says He who comes is surely ill-intentioned, no one well-meaning will come. It means something like beware of Greeks bearing gifts.

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