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e 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 Commandery’s competition?”

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

“Difficult,” said Lu Qianqian. 

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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 Jun’s 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. 

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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 didn’t raise his head, dipping his brush into the ink.
“Sect.”

“Ironbone Unyielding Sect.”

Gah.

The man’s hand suddenly froze and he raised his head. 

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

“Ironbone Sect?”

“Isn’t that the ninth-grade sect from Qingyang Village?”

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