Chapter 61: devilish training

Jun Changxiao had opened all twelve meridians and was finally qualified for an epic mission. But after reading the mission presented, he found it a bit unbelievable. 

Is it just participating?

He clicked on the mission details, which revealed a complete introduction. 

[Epic Mission (One)

Mission Details: In ten days, Qingyang Commandery will conduct the biannual Sect Martial Arts Competition. The host must lead five disciples to participate.

Mission Condition: One disciple enters the top three.

Mission Failure: Failure to register for the competition within the given time; All disciples eliminated during the first round.

Mission Reward: ???]

The three question marks were a little weird. Dumbfounded, Jun Changxiao asked, What type of reward is three question marks?

The system replied: [The reward is given according to the hosts completion percentage. Therefore, it cannot be determined before completion.]

Isnt the condition fully stated already? A disciple must enter the top three! protested Jun Changxiao.

The system explained, [That condition is only the bottom limit. If only one disciple makes it to the top three, or if you take all the top spots, the reward will be calculated accordingly.]

Jun Changxiao asked, So if only one makes it, it is considered a success. But because it is the bottom limit, the reward will not be as good?

[Correct.]

So if all five disciples make it to the top spots, this is considered as over-accomplishment and the reward will be better?

[Yes.]

Jun Changxiao asked, Can we not participate?

The system said, [Not participating is equal to failure. The host will be punished after the time runs out and will not be able to break through to the next realm for a period of time.]

How long?

[Starting period is 10 years.]

Jun Changxiao shrugged. So basically, I have to do the epic mission.

A puffy-faced Li Qingyang dragged his weak body, step by step, closer. Sect Head, what did you want to say?

After two hours of tempering, he was sore and tired. 

Jun Changxiao asked, Have you heard of the Qingyang Commanderys martial arts competition?

Heard of it. Li Qingyang rubbed at his aching face as he responded, It is conducted every two years, there should be about ten days before it will be held.

He then realized something. 

Sect Head, our sect isnt registered, right?

No.

Oh, thats good.

But I was planning to register.

Li Qingyang twitched, grimacing, Sect Head, that is a competition for high-level sects. Our Ironbone Unyielding Sect will only be cannon fodder.

Jun Changxiao rested his elbows on the armrest, chin in his hand. Do you not have confidence in yourself, in your sect?

Li Qingyang seriously responded, According to what this Disciple knows, for this martial arts competition, each sect will send their most outstanding disciples. Their strength will mostly be at Martial Apprentice level.

Is that so? Jun Changxiao knit his brows. 

His sects disciples were all Meridian Opening cultivators. They would definitely be at a disadvantage against Martial Apprentices, let alone trample them and reach top three. 

Li Qingyang added, The previous first place was a disciple from the sixth-rate Hualing Sect, a Third Stage Martial Apprentice.

Jun Changxiaos brows wrinkled further.

If there was a Third Stage Martial Apprentice in this competition, how could his disciples fight?

Epic mission?

More like hell mission!

Jun Changxiao asked, Where do the sects register?

Sect Head still wants to participate? Although Li Qingyang was shocked, he still answered honestly, The competition will be held in Liyang City.

Liyang? Isnt that where Zuiji is from?

Yes, Sect Head.

Jun Changxiao was silent for a while. 

Inform Lu Qianqian, Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and Xiao Zuiji that this Lord will start your devilish training tomorrow.

Devilish training? Li Qingyangs face was blank. 

Jun Changxiao walked over and patted his shoulder, voice solemn. This Lord will be sending you to participate in ten days. You must make it to the top three.

Huh?

Li Qingyang was dumbfounded. 

Failure would mean that his cultivation was sealed for ten years. Even if he knew that this was Hell Mode, Jun Changxiao still had to do it. 

He felt that Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang had some promise, as one had a mysterious background while the other had extraordinary aptitude. Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi, although not as promising, could show great improvement after ten days of training. 

As for letting Xiao Zuiji go, Jun Changxiao merely hoped to prove to the Xiao Family that the boy was not a loser. 

This was a little difficult. 

The next day, Jun Changxiao delegated all the remaining sect missions. He then called Lu Qianqian and the others over to the low-grade Qi Gathering Array. 

You will cultivate here for four hours.

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi were fired up immediately. 

Lu Qianqian asked, Sect Head is really sending us to the Qingyang Commanderys competition?

With a lofty air, Jun Changxiao responded, Not only will you be participating, you must reach top three!

Difficult, said Lu Qianqian. 

Jun Changxiao stated, It is only a challenge if it is difficult. Tell this Lord, can you do it?

We can! Li Qingyang and the others shouted. 

Go in and cultivate!

Yes!

The four people entered the array. 

In the training room. 

Xiao Zuiji had his head down. Sect Head, it is better to send another senior brother to participate. Disciple is incompetent.

Although the tempering had given him hope, but to compete with other disciples? Moreover, in Liyang City? He was not confident. 

Jun Changxiao asked, Are you running away?

Xiao Zuiji bitterly replied, Disciple does not want to implicate the sect.

If he went, he was not afraid of being disgraced or spurned. But, he did not want to represent the Ironbone Sect, did not want the sect to shoulder the shame of having a loser like himself. 

Jun Changxiao pulled Xiao Zuiji closer and seriously said, In these ten days, this Lord will make you stronger. Use strength to prove that you, Xiao Zuiji, even without spiritual roots and cultivation base, are still a genius!

His words were passionate; there was even a little bit of spittle. 

Seeing the look in Sect Head Juns eyes, Xiao Zuiji felt his heart grow warm. That was an incomparable feeling of trust, even if he was just a loser 

Crunch

Xiao Zuiji clenched his fists and shouted, Disciple understands!

Shua!

With a wave of his arms, Jun Changxiao tossed him into the Muscle Molding Room. 

The duration? Twenty hours!

As he was hammered by this entire body massage, Xiao Zuiji was revolving the Tendon Altering Sutra through his body, strengthening his body in two ways. 

I must grow stronger!

I want to prove myself!

I cannot let the sect be insulted!

With these beliefs, Xiao Zuiji ate one meal a day and slept for two hours per night. The rest of his time was spent in the training room. 

Jun Changxiao spent another 40 points, purchasing two more Muscle Molding Rooms for the other four to use. That way, they could rotate between the Qi Gathering Array and the training room. 

Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomo, and Tian Qi also only ate one meal per day and slept for two hours. Their time was split between the array and the training room. 

Lu Qianqian did not use the training room at all, choosing to cultivate in the array all day. 

This devilish training continued until the day before the competition started. 

Liyang City. 

While the disciples trained, Jun Changxiao rushed over here. 

The competition would be held in an arena on the south side of the city. Currently, there was a smattering of sect elders gathered before a table, reporting the names of their sect and the participating disciples. 

Next, the middle-aged man recording the information shouted. 

Jun Changxiao walked forward. 

The man didnt raise his head, dipping his brush into the ink. Sect.

Ironbone Unyielding Sect.

Gah.

The mans hand suddenly froze and he raised his head. 

Many of the other elders also stiffened, turning to cast disbelieving looks over. 

Ironbone Sect?

Isnt that the ninth-grade sect from Qingyang Village?

All the participating sects are eighth-grade or above. Why is his sect joining in?

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