The Strongest Sect of All Times

Chapter 59: when heaven is going to place great responsibility

Hong-long!

The huge Earthly Flame Wolf King dropped from midair, collapsing to the ground. The flames covering its bodies dissipated as a grape-sized hole appeared in the middle of its forehead, gushing blood and brains. 

Low seventh stage savage beast, dead!

Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang, who had drawn their swords to aid Jun Changxiao, stood motionlessly in place like wood dummies, staring in disbelief 

Su Xiaomos mouth was agape. 

What had they just seen?

As the Earthly Flame Wolf King lunged at their leader, the silvery-white hidden weapon had launched a flash of bright light, which pierced the beasts forehead at an extreme speed. 

How fast?

So quick that they couldnt tell what the flash of light actually was!

Dont dont just stand there in a daze, quickly help me get up Jun Changxiaos voice floated over. 

The three people woke up from their stupor and simultaneously looked to the side, where their leader was leaning on his side in a patch of grass. His arm was still lifted up, the hidden weapon belching smoke. His whole body looked stiff. 

How could it not be stiff?

The modified pistol had a strong recoil, blasting Jun Changxiao 45 meters away. The arm holding the gun was shocked and his muscles had stiffened. 

Is this a pistol or a rocket launcher?

Jun Changxiao had piles and piles of complaints within his heart, but they were the caring and kind complaints of a happy customer. 

A pistol could directly execute a savage beast comparable to a Seventh Stage Martial Apprentice. In the future, why bother cultivating? Just bring a gun and trample through Jianghu!

Careful! Aiya, my small and tender waist

Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo cautiously supported Jun Changxiao by the arms. His arm was still stuck in the same position and would probably need some time to mend. 

Lu Qianqian walked over to the wolf kings corpse and cut open its chest, where she found a fiery crystal core. No matter how she looked at it, it was definitely superior to the Earthly Flame Wolfs.

Sect Head, do you want this crystal core?

Yes!

Jun Changxiao had to maintain the firing stance as he was basically carried back to the sect. As the day progressed, his muscles slowly relaxed. 

The recoil is too strong!

[Strictly speaking, it is the hosts body which is too weak.]

Jun Changxiao was aghast. This is just a pistol, but the bullet is similar to artillery shells. Who can bear this type of recoil?

The system explained: [The Modified Desert Eagle uses Gaowu Worlds crystal cores, surpassing the category of pistol in the hosts original world.]

The corner of his mouth twitched and Jun Changxiao said, If I refresh the items list and find a Modified Rocket Launcher, does that mean I will have to endure the recoil comparable to a nuclear bomb?

[That is hard to say], responded the system. 

Jun Changxiao did not bother responding. He quickly pulled open his past purchases and discovered that the Modified Desert Eagles box was shaded in gray, as purchase was limited to once every two months. 

If the purchase wasnt limited, I would have bought some for the disciples. Who would still use swords then?

One-shotted a low seventh-stage Earthly Flame Wolf King?

Senior Brother Su, what hidden weapon was it? So amazing!

On the training field, many disciples gathered around Su Xiaomo, inquiring about his story. 

Cough, cough. Su Xiaomo put one leg on a rock, assuming the firing stance. The hidden weapon that Sect Head uses is called a gun.

A spear?

It is not the long weapon that we use. Its a hidden weapon the size of the size of a slingshot. Using it, he killed the wolf king in one hit.

Ignoring the fact that his storytelling was dramatic, Su Xiaomo was remembering how he had tried to glance down the barrel of the gun, a cold chill crawling down his spine. 

Oh my god. I actually stood so close to it. One wrong move and my head would have exploded!

Sect Head is too awesome!

After the disciples understood the matter, the eyes filled with worship. 

If the system collected points for hero worship, the value would have exceeded 10,000 points. 

He advised the people in Qingyang City. 

He cut off a Spirit Spring Sect elders arm on the martial arts arena. 

He eliminated the Black Wind Stronghold by himself, killing more than 200 bandits. 

Now, only depending on a hidden weapon, he had killed a Seventh Stage Martial Apprentice level Earthly Flame Wolf King in one shot. 

After each event, the disciples would pay reverence to Jun Changxiao.

More importantly, Sect Head wasnt even a Martial Apprentice yet!

The next day, 

Jun Changxiao distributed missions to the disciples that had not yet received one, making them run to Qingyang Village once more. Then he immersed himself in cultivation. 

Although he was worry-free with the Desert Eagle in hand, the recoil was too strong. If he wanted to control it better, he had to increase his cultivation and train his physical body as soon as possible. 

[Ding! The host has spent 20 contribution points, obtained Muscle Molding Room x1. The item has been transported to the storage ring.]

[Ding! Sect Contribution Points: 54/100.]

Jun Changxiao walked to a side room and called out what could be considered an open-country camping tent looking thing, which he placed by the strength tester. 

The Muscle Molding Room tempered the physical body. Although it did not directly help in qi cultivation, it could improve muscle strength and endurance.

He had not planned to purchase this item because 20 contribution points was a little expensive, but he could not help but shudder after realizing that his physical body was too weak. The Yijin Sutra could help, but it was too slow. 

Hua!

He let out a breath before walking into the Muscle Molding Room. 

The space inside was not very big, enough to comfortably fit just one person. The four walls seemed to be made of a soft cushion, as it was comfortable to lie down on. 

Jun Changxiao wondered, Is it possible that it tempers the body through a massage? Sounds interesting.

The gate closed and the machine whirred to life. 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

From outside, the tent seemed to be trembling and the sound of something being hit could be instinctively heard, accompanied by pitiful cries of pain. 

Inside the tent, Jun Changxiao was crammed into a narrow space as the soft cushions suddenly became hard as steel. Like a blacksmith pounding the impurities out of a piece of metal, the four walls sincerely gave him all-round personal care. 

Holy shit!

This Muscle Molding Room is deadly!

Stop! Stop!

However, no matter how Jun Changxiao tried to stop the machines or dodge the blows, the punches did not stop raining down. Instead, the hits became more ruthless.

The system announced, [Once the Muscle Molding Room has been activated, it will continue for 2 hours.]

Fuck you quickly pull the plug

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Aaahhh!

After two hours. 

The Muscle Molding Rooms gate opened and Jun Changxiao slid out foaming at the mouth, having been punched black and blue.

Curse the Muscle Molding Room, curse the system Feeling the soreness of his entire body, Sect Head Jun laid on the ground and cursed. 

The system said, [When Heaven is about to place great responsibility upon a person, it always first frustrates his spirit and will, exhausts his muscles and bones.] [1]

Fuck off groaned Jun Changxiao. 

Although the Muscle Molding Room was a bit cruel, after a good nights rest, his back no longer hurt and his muscles felt more solid than the day before. 

Jun Changxiao was amazed. So effective?

He then walked to the strength tester and punched it 1900 jin.

When he tested his strength yesterday, it had been 1850 jin. Tempering for two hours had increased his strength by 50 jin, a remarkable effect!

Continue!

Opening the tent, Jun Changxiao wormed his way inside. After two tyrannical hours of being a sandbag, he slid out. 

The next day, his aches and sores were gone and he was full of energy, muscles a little more solid. 

Sect Head. 

In the meantime, Xiao Zuiji lowered his head and reported, I have comprehended the Tendon Altering Sutra.

That is a good thing, so why do you look distressed?

Xiao Zuijis voice was filled with bitterness as he said, I tried to absorb qi for an entire night, but nothing happened. It seems that I will be doomed to spend the rest of my life without cultivating ever again.

Jun Changxiao originally wanted to speak some comforting words, but suddenly had a gleam in his eyes. 

Come, come, this Lord will lead you to cultivate.

Saying this, he brought them to the muscle tempering room. 

Go in.

En. Xiao Zuiji lay down in the room before asking, Sect Head, is this a bed?

Pah!

Jun Changxiao hit a button and the Muscle Molding Room began to shiver. A panel above the button displayed 4 hours.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ah! Ahh! Argh!

[1] An excerpt from a longer quote saying So it is that when Heaven is about to place great responsibility upon a person, it always first frustrates his spirit and will, exhausts his muscles and bones, exposes him to starvation and poverty, and harasses him with troubles and setbacks so as to stimulate his spirit, toughen his nature, and enhance his abilities.