Calm down, calm down.
The first thing he had to do was save his disciples. After that, he would finish these inhumane bandits.
Jun Changxiao suppressed his anger and killing intent and walked to the end of the pathway, arriving before a great hall. At the door, there were ten bandits acting as guards. The auras radiating from their bodies let Jun Changxiao understand that their cultivation bases should be around the seventh or eighth stage of the Meridian Opening Realm.
"These should be the elites of the Blackwind Stronghold."
As he was pondering, he entered the great hall. However, the moment he stepped in, he could feel numerous cold gazes locking onto him.
There were eight cultivators who were the bandit leaders also in the hall. The center of their brows was filled with killing intent.
These people are all at the tenth stage of the Meridian Opening Realm at the minimum! Jun Changxiao mused silently.
"Brat." A long-haired man with fair skin leaned against a chair as he smiled. "You are truly gutsy, even daring to kill someone from our Blackwind Stronghold."
There was a middle-aged man with stubble on his face beside him. He frowned as he said, "If it wasn't for the big boss giving the order not to do anything, I would long have wrenched your head off and used it as a soccer ball!"
Jun Changxiao ignored it. He placed his hands behind his back, "This seat personally came to the Black Mountain to free my disciples. The big boss actually sent these pieces of dog meat to welcome me? Is this how you treat a guest?"
"Despicable fellow!"
"Actually daring to say that we are dog meat!"
The eight cultivators within the hall rose in rage. Their eyes flickered dangerously, and everyone felt an impulse to rush over and kill Jun Changxiao.
"Hahaha."
But at this moment, bright laughter rang out.
A middle-aged man with a muscular figure walked in from a side door. After that, he sat on a seat covered by tiger leather. "The grand arrival of Sect Leader Jun brings light to our humble Blackwind Stronghold."
"Big boss!"
The eight cultivators respectfully greeted him.
Jun Changxiao had a calm look on his face, but when he saw the faintly discernable spirit qi gathering around the other party, he silently mused, He should be a martial apprentice.
Although the Martial Apprentice Realm was just the second cultivation realm of the Fallen Star Continent, experts of this level were much stronger than experts at the Meridian Opening Realm.
In Jun Changxiao's collected memories, a martial apprentice was comparable to ten experts at the twelfth stage of the Meridian Opening Realm. If they were supported by high-grade martial techniques, it was very easy for them to exert a force of over five thousand kilograms with a single punch.
His granny.
The pressure when facing a martial apprentice was truly great.
"Boss," Jun Changxiao said, "this seat doesn't like to speak nonsense. I came here to the Blackwind Stronghold for the sake of bringing my disciples away."
The big boss lifted up a finger and laughed. "I, Zhou Tianba, also don't like to beat around the bush. One hundred taels of silver per disciple. After handing the money, Sect Leader Jun, you can take your disciples away whenever you like."
"A hundred taels?" Jun Changxiao frowned. "It's a little expensive."
He only had three hundred taels on him. With the amount of money he had, he could only ransom three disciples back.
"I have already given you the lowest price in view of my relationship with Sect Leader Wang," Zhou Tianba replied. "If it was another sect, the price would be starting from two hundred taels per head."
"Oh? Boss, you and the old sect leader of my sect are acquaintances?"
Zhou Tianba leaned back in his chair. He had a look of fond recollection on his face before he said, "We met each other often in the Little Phoenix Building back in the past. We can be considered experienced brothel friends."
Brothel friends… Jun Changxiao's lips twitched.
He felt that this fellow was the same as Sect Leader Wang. They both loved to visit places of 'entertainment'.
"Since this is the case," Jun Changxiao said, "can you give me a slightly cheaper price on account of your relationship with your brothel friend Sect Leader Wang?"
"Heh."
"This fellow thinks he is shopping for vegetables at the market? He even wants to negotiate the pricing?"
The eight cultivators coldly laughed.
Zhou Tianba said, "Sect Leader Jun, how much cheaper must it be before you can accept the price?"
Jun Changxiao pondered before replying, "How about this? I, Jun, will take out one hundred taels and big boss shall release all my disciples."
If money could settle this problem, he would rather use money to do so. After he sent his disciples to a safe region, he would return alone to destroy Blackwind Stronghold.
"Haha!"
"A hundred taels? Is this fellow farting?"
The cultivators present mockingly laughed.
Zhou Tianba had a gloomy look on his face. "Sect Leader Jun, the price you quoted has no sincerity at all."
Jun Changxiao helplessly shrugged. "My Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect is famous for being poor. We can only afford one hundred taels of silver. Big boss, please take into account your relationship as brothel friends with Sect Leader Wang and make things easy for me."
"Make things easy?" Zhou Tianba muttered. "Sure."
Very soon, two of his subordinates brought out one youth who was tied up.
Jun Changxiao's brows creased.
That young man was none other than one of the disciples he recruited in Qingyang City.
Right now, his hair was disheveled, and his face was swollen. One could tell he had been ruthlessly abused with just a single glance.
"Sect leader…" When the youth discovered Jun Changxiao, his gaze of despair turned into one of hope. He weakly called out, "Save… save me…"
Putong!
He was thrown before the seat covered in tiger leather.
Zhou Tianba pressed his foot on the head of the youth as he smiled. "Sect Leader Jun. If I, Zhou, kill him today, it means that I would have one hostage less. By doing so, you won't need to pay too much money."
Jun Changxiao's hands that were behind his back were clenched into fists. Anger surged up within his heart.
As the leader of a sect, how could he watch on as his disciple was humiliated!
"Don't… don't kill me…" The young man could seemingly sense the aura of death. He helplessly exclaimed in fright, "Don't kill me, I don't want to die. Don't kill me… I don't want to die… I'm willing to submit to the Blackwind Stronghold! I'm willing to do anything for you all. Please don't kill me. Don't kill me!"
"Hahaha!"
"This brat is so cowardly!"
"Quickly look, even his pants are wet. He must have been so frightened to the extent that he peed!"
The eight cultivators in the room laughed without restraint.
The flames of anger in Jun Changxiao's heart surged even higher!
Damn.
Such a person with no backbone, what kind of disciple had he recruited?
Buzz!
Zhou Tianba pulled out the long blade that hung suspended before the chair. He directly lopped off the head of the youth who was begging for mercy before he smiled. "Sect Leader Jun, I have handled such a cowardly cat for you. You don't have any objections, right?"
Ding!
"Sect members: 99/100"
The system notification of the reduction of a sect member rang out. Jun Changxiao did not bother with it. He slowly lifted his head and stared at Zhou Tianba before speaking with a sinister look in his eyes. "This daddy has an objection!"
This sentence was laced with boundless rage.
This disciple actually showed such a cowardly side, which made him very angry and disappointed. But no matter what, that youth was still a disciple of the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect. How could an outsider have the authority to kill him?
"Hehe, this fellow seems to be angry."
"Big boss helped him to finish off a cowardly disciple. Shouldn't he be thanking the big boss?"
The eight cultivators laughed in contempt.
Ever since Jun Changxiao entered, they had never placed him in their eyes.
A hint of coldness flashed in Zhou Tianba's gaze. Yet, he retracted the long blade and smiled. "Sect Leader Jun, what objections do you have?"
"Regardless of whether a disciple from my Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect is afraid of death or not or if he has committed a great mistake, only this seat can punish him. Others have no authority to meddle," Jun Changxiao coldly replied.
"Hahaha!"
"Does this fellow really think he is a sect leader?"
"Just a ninth-grade sect, it is even inferior to our Blackwind Stronghold. How dare he say something like that to our big boss? He must be tired of living!"
Zhou Tianba placed his palms together as he said, "In that case, have I been overly meddlesome?"
"Yes," Jun Changxiao said. "Dogsh*t, why did you have to be so meddlesome?"
The smile on Zhou Tianba's face faded. His gaze turned exceptionally cold.
Upon seeing this, the eight cultivators understood that the big boss was angry!
"Brat!" a man with long sideburns roared in rage. "Our big boss has been very considerate seeing that you are from the pugilistic world as well, so he gave you some face despite you being the sect leader of a trash sect. Don't let this get into your head and think that you are really someone impressive."
Buzz!
Jun Changxiao pulled out his Ice Edge Sword and rammed it into the chest of the speaker.