The Strongest Sect of All Times

Chapter 27: this lord has an opinion

Keep calm, keep calm.

What I must do is first rescue my disciples, then get rid of these inhuman bandits.

Jun Changxiao suppressed his fury and killing intent. 

Before the main hall stood ten bandits, each having the aura of a Meridian Opening Stage Seven or Eight. 

Should be the elite in the Black Wind Stronghold.

As he thought, he entered the main hall. However, just as he stepped inside, he felt a cold stare locking onto himself. 

In the palace were eight martial artists, their eyes exuding murderous intentions. 

These people are at least Meridian Opening Stage Ten! Jun Changxiao realized. 

Boy, A fair-skinned and long-haired man, reclining on a chair, smiled. Youve sure got guts, daring to kill my Black Wind Strongholds people.

Nearby was a middle-aged person, who looked like he hadnt shaved in ages. He frowned and said, If it werent for Big Chiefs command, daddy would have wrung your neck and kicked your ass!

Jun Changxiao paid no attention to the man and clasped both hands behind his back. This lord came personally to Black Mountain for his people. Big Chief has sent all these worse than dogshit underlings to greet me, where is the hospitality?

Hateful fellow!

Daring to say that were dogshit!

The eight martial artists were enraged and filled with killing intent, greatly wishing to smash Jun Changxiao into a pulp. 

Hahaha!

At this time though, a loud and crisp laughter could be heard. 

A tall and muscular middle-aged man stepped out from the side, sitting down on the center throne with a fierce expression. Sect Head Juns honorable visit has brought light to the humble dwelling of my Black Wind Stronghold.

Big Chief! the eight martial artists respectfully greeted. 

Jun Changxiao looked calm, but when he saw the visibly gathering spiritual energy, he thought, Should be a Martial Apprentice.

Although Martial Apprentice was the second-lowest martial way realm on Falling Star Continent, it was far superior to Meridian Opening. 

According to the original Jun Changxiaos memories, Martial Apprentice could easily fight against ten Meridian Opening Stage Twelves. With the use of a high-tiered martial skill, their punch could easily hold more than 10,000 jin of strength. 

Well, shit. Facing a Martial Apprentice, the pressure is great.

Big Chief, Jun Changxiao said. This lord does not like wasting time. The visit to Black Wind Stronghold today is only to bring back my disciples.

Big Chief raised one finger and said with a smile, I, Zhou Tianba, do not like to beat around the bush either. 100 taels for one person. Sect Head Jun can take them once the payment has been made.

100 taels? Jun Changxiao knit his brows. A little expensive.

He only had 300 taels on him right now. If he wanted to pay the ransom, he could only save three people. 

Zhou Tianba said, This Zhou is giving face to Sect Head Wang by offering the floor price. If it were another sect, the ransom would start at 200 taels a head.

Oh? Jun Changxiao asked, Big Chief and my former sect head had an understanding?

Zhou Tianba leaned back into his seat and reminisced about past events. We once often met in the Small Phoenix Building, and can be considered brothel brothers.

Brothel brothers Jun Changxiao felt the corner of his mouth twitch. 

It seemed that this guy was just like Sect Head Wang, enjoying love affairs. 

If that is the case, Jun Changxiao said, Why doesnt Big Chief give some face to his brothel brother and give this Jun a cheaper price?

Hmph.

Does this guy think that were a market square, that were going to bargain back and forth with him?

The eight martial artists sneered. 

Zhou Tianba said, Sect Head Jun, how cheap would the price have to be for you to accept?

Jun Changxiao thought for a second, then said, How about this. This Jun will take out 100 taels in exchange for Big Chief freeing all my disciples.

If money could solve his problems, he would rather save his disciples first. After delivering them to safety, he would then kill every single person in the Black Wind Stronghold. 

Haha!

100 taels? This guy has to be joking!

The bandits ridiculed him. 

Zhou Tianbas expression had darkened. The price that Sect Head Jun offered is not acceptable.

Jun Changxiao helplessly shrugged. My Ironbone Unyielding Sect is so poor that our pockets jangle with coins; I can only take out 100 taels. Big Chief, in consideration of your brothel brother, stretch the rules a bit.

Stretch the rules? Zhou Tianba snapped his fingers and said, Alright.

Quickly, two bandits dragged in a tied up youngster through a side door. 

Jun Changxiaos brows wrinkled. 

This youth was someone he had recruited in Qingyang City. 

At this moment, the boys hair was disheveled and uncombed, his face was black and blue it was clear that he had been ruthlessly beaten. 

Sect Head The youth discovered Jun Changxiao and hope flashed through his desperate eyes. He weakly called out, Save me S-Save me

Putong!

He was thrown in front of that tiger-pelted throne. 

Zhou Tianba put a foot on the boys head and smiled. Sect Head Jun, if this Zhou kills him, that means there is one less person. That way, you wont have to pay so much ransom.

Behind his back, Jun Changxiaos hands hand clenched into fists and he trembled with anger. 

As a lord of a sect, how could he watch helplessly as his disciple was humiliated so?

Dont Dont kill me The youth felt the aura of death and was panic-stricken. Dont kill me, dont want to die, dont kill me I dont want to die I am willing to join the Black Wind Stronghold! I am willing to do all your dirty work as long as you spare my life, please dont kill me!

Hahaha!

This boy is a riot!

Look, his pants are wet! He actually peed himself from fear!

The eight leaders snickered and cackled. 

Jun Changxiaos anger continued to boil, more intense than ever!

Motherfucker. What lack of self-respect what type of disciple did I accept?

Puchi

Zhou Tianba had taken out a long sabre and sliced off the boys head before he could continue begging for mercy. With a smile, he commented, Sect Head Jun, this junior who fears death, this Zhou has gotten rid of him for you. Do you have any opinions?

[Ding! Sect Members: 99/100.]

A notification sounded in his ears, indicating that his membership had just decreased. Jun Changxiao did not pay attention to it and slowly looked at Zhou Tianba. Eyes flashing he said, This lord has an opinion!

These words contained boundless fury. 

The disciple feared dusch so much, which made him very angry and disappointed. However, that had still been an Ironbone Unyielding Sect disciple what say did an outsider have?

Hehe, it seems this guy is angry.

Big Chief helped him clear out the trash disciple, so shouldnt he thank us?

The eight bandits were filled with disdain. 

Ever since Jun Changxiao walked inside, they hadnt put him in their eyes. 

Zhou Tianbas eyes flashed with a cold glare. He actually picked up his long sabre and smiled, Sect Head Jun, what do you have to say?

Jun Changxiaos voice was icy as he said, My Ironbone Unyielding Sect, whether he feared life or made some huge mistake, only this lord has the right to handle. Others do not have the right nor the qualifications to meddle.

Puhahaha!

This guy really takes himself for a sect head?

A ninth-grade sect is even inferior to Black Wind Stronghold. Daring to spout trash in front of Big Chief, he must be tired of living!

Zhou Tianba clasped his hands together and rested his chin on the back of his hands. So you mean to say that this Zhou has meddled?

Correct, Jun Changxiao said. You nosy fucker meddled in others business.

Zhou Tianbas smile dissipated, exchanged for a severe glare. 

The eight bandit leaders immediately realized that their big chief was angry!

Boy! That bearded man shouted, Based on the fact that we are all people of Jianghu, our big chief gave a trash sect head like you some face, but why are you taking yourself so seriously?

Puchi!

In response, Jun Changxiao flipped his hand and stabbed the man in the chest with the Cold Edge Sword. 

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