This kick from Sect Leader Jun came very suddenly and was executed very swiftly. Only when the young master in the embroidered clothes fell to the ground did his servants and subordinates come to their senses.
“Young master!”
They panicked and rushed over, helping their young master up. When they saw the large footprint imprinted on the right face of their young master, they knew the force behind the kick was not light at all!
The young master clutched his face and spoke with disbelief. “You… you actually hit me‽”
“Brat, you are in great trouble now!”
“Our master is the third young master of the Ai Clan. Beating him is equivalent to beating the entire Ai Clan!”
“Your Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect should just wait to be exterminated!”
A few subordinates called out in anger and arrogance.
However, they soon shut up. The disciples of the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect rushed out from within the gate and stood behind Jun Changxiao while glaring angrily at this bunch of people.
The third young master of the Ai Clan only had a few subordinates with him.
When facing Sect Leader Jun’s disciples, who were close to one hundred in number, they immediately cowered.
One could not help but say that having a bunch of disciples truly was not bad. At the very least, he did not need to act personally in such a situation and could already constitute a major threat!
Comparing strength? You can’t match me.
Comparing numbers? You can’t match me either!
“Ai Clan?” Jun Changxiao laughed. “Is the Ai Clan very powerful? Does the Ai Clan dare exterminate my Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect?”
Li Qingyang leaned over and whispered, “Sect leader, the Ai Clan is a famous major clan of the Huyang City.”
Huyang City?
Jun Changxiao had heard of it before. It was one of the eight major cities of Qingyang County, and its status was lower than Qingyang City. Huyang City had a large population. They also had several clans and sects there.
“The Ai Clan has been in the business of alchemy pills for many generations,” Li Qingyang said. “They are the suppliers for many sects and have immense financial clout and social connections. They are much stronger than my clan.”
“So, they are in the business of selling alchemy pills?” Jun Changxiao touched his nose.
Li Qingyang said, “This young man, Ai Zou, is the third son of the current Ai Clan Leader. He always depends on the might of his clan to commit outrages in the city. He is considered a famous silk-pants[1] in Qingyang County.”
“Ai Zou?” Jun Changxiao shook his head. “This name sounds like he is asking for a beating[2].”
“…” Li Qingyang was speechless.
He said so much to the sect leader mainly because Ai Zou’s clan was not simple and should not be offended.
Ai Zou endured the fiery pain on his face as he roared in rage, “Brat, quickly get the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect Leader out. Make him apologize to this young master immediately!”
Jun Changxiao said, “You don’t need to shout. The sect leader is right here.”
After speaking, he flicked his sleeves gracefully and stood with his hands behind his back while pushing out his chest.
He looked like the model example of a sect leader!
“Right here?” Ai Zou glared at Li Qingyang and continued to rage. “So, you are the sect leader? Quickly apologize to this young master!”
Li Qingyang’s lips twitched. He then hurriedly took two steps back and turned his gaze to Jun Changxiao. He was using his gaze to tell the other party that Jun Changxiao was the sect leader of the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect.
“Isn’t he the sect leader?”
Seeing Li Qingyang stepping back, Ai Zou realized that he had guessed wrong. After that, he swept his gaze over the disciples at the back, trying to determine who the sect leader was. He began to roar, “Iron Bones Sect Leader, do you think that this young master will let this matter go just because you are hiding in the dark?”
“…” Li Qingyang.
“…” The disciples.
All of them had the same thought in mind.
Is this fellow an idiot?
The expression of Jun Changxiao, who had long postured himself according to his image of how a sect leader should look, immediately changed. After that, he could no longer help it and cursed out loud. “Are you a f*cking retard? This daddy is standing right before you, blinding your eyes with my radiance, yet you cannot tell I’m the sect leader‽”
Thud! Thud!
As he spoke, Jun Changxiao stormed over in anger.
One of the servants hurriedly moved in front of the young master to shield him. He then raised his fists and adopted a fighting posture as he stuttered, “I… I’m warning you. Don’t… don’t come ov…”
“Scram!” Jun Changxiao kicked the servant who spoke aside. He then stopped before Ai Zou and grabbed his collar, pulling him over. His gaze was cold, and his tone was sharp as he said, “Brat, listen carefully. This seat is none other than the Iron Bones Sect Leader!”
His voice was low and brimming with killing intent!
Ai Zou was so scared that his scalp turned numb. He did not even dare sweat.
The surrounding servants and subordinates were all perspiring with cold sweat, their backs completely drenched.
Having killed so many bandits before, when he grew angry, Jun Changxiao’s gaze and aura would involuntarily exude a terrifying killing intent. For a silk-pants like Ai Zou who only knew how to bully the weak, how would he be able to endure this?
“Do you understand now?” Jun Changxiao roared in rage.
The volume of his voice was very loud. Even Li Qingyang and the disciples behind him could not help but be shocked. When these words rang out in Ai Zou’s ears, it felt like a rumbling bolt of thunder. He was so afraid that his guts got almost crushed. His expression contorted, his mouth opened slowly, and he spoke in a tone that suggested he was about to cry. “Un… understood!”
Jun Changxiao pointed to the stairs leading down the mountain and coldly said, “Scram.”
Swish! Swish!
The subordinates of the Ai Clan seemed to have their Ren and Du meridians cleared. They moved with the fastest speed and carried Ai Zou, quickly vanishing. They did not even leave behind any ruthless words.
Jun Changxiao’s killing intent had not dissipated yet. He then turned around.
When the disciples matched his gaze, they involuntarily retreated a step back while feeling their fine hairs standing.
“Sect leader,” Li Qingyang said weakly, “are you okay?”
As Jun Changxiao walked over, the killing intent he emitted gradually dispersed. He placed a hand on Li Qingyang’s shoulder and spoke in a half-sobbing tone. “Does this seat not resemble a sect leader at all?”
Li Qingyang could only express his sympathy.
The other disciples also expressed that they could understand the feelings of sorrow in the heart of their sect leader.
“Don’t cry anymore.” Lu Qianqian leaned against a tree. She shot a glance at the young man lying on the ground and calmly said, “This young man is heavily injured. If we don’t act fast to treat him, he would die shortly after.”
…
In the medical pavilion of the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect, there were no medical instruments or any medicine. There was only a simple-looking bed. Even the name ‘medical pavilion’ was something thought up on the spot by Jun Changxiao when he was carrying the injured young man over.
A sect not only needed an outer court and an inner court—it naturally also needs a medical pavilion, a training hall, a martial skills pavilion, and many other facilities.
No hurry, no hurry.
The path had to be walked step by step. Things needed to be done bit by bit. If one strode too widely, it was easy to cause their balls to be in pain.
After a preliminary inspection, Li Qingyang said, “Sect leader, he has eight broken ribs and very serious internal injuries. The situation is extremely bad. He needs immediate treatment.”
“Will we make it in time if we take him to a doctor in the town?” Jun Changxiao asked.
Li Qingyang shook his head. “His injuries are too heavy. It would be very difficult for ordinary doctors to cure him, unless…”
“Unless what?”
“Unless we use the alchemy pills handed down to us through ancient times. Only then will his situation take a turn for the better.”
The injuries of this young man were not as heavy as his injuries before. So, Li Qingyang was sure that if the sect leader took out the recovery pill again, this young man would surely be cured easily.
“This…” Jun Changxiao muttered irresolutely to himself.
Lu Qianqian leaned against the door and calmly said, “Do you think a pill that could make one’s injuries recover are as common as peas and candies?”
“That’s true too.” Li Qingyang glanced at the young man who had a face filled with dirt. He shook his head. “Sect leader, he can hold on for another four hours at most.”
Jun Changxiao propped his chin. “I do have one more recovery pill. Do you guys think we should use it to save him or not?”
“Yes!”
“Nope!”
[1] silk-pants: hedonistic son/daughter of rich parents.
[2] Ai Zou (艾奏) is pronounced with the exact same tones in chinese as ‘getting beaten up’.