LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 136: please state your dream
“Lu Qianqian, you are a direct disciple, yet actually fail to follow sect regulations and have repeatedly violated stipulations beyond forgiveness. Starting today, you will abandon your martial arts and be expelled from the sect, do you have any complaints?”
A dignified voice echoed through the main hall, breaking the solemn silence.
Lu Qianqian, who was kneeling in the palace, lowered her head. In an ice-cold voice, she responded, “No complaints.”
“People, take her to the Punishment Hall to receive her punishment!”
Under the gazes of the disciples, she was led into the Punishment Hall.
“Tsk, tsk. I didn’t expect Lu Qianqian to do something like this.”
“When Grand Elder was alive, he favored her. But now, when there’s a problem, no one dares to cover for her.”
“She has such an icy appearance all day, like everyone owes her money. If she didn’t depend on the Grand Elder, how could she possibly have become a direct disciple?”
In the incomparably broad entrance to the steps, a pale Lu Qianqian walked step by step, her black hair disorderly and scattered.
“Elder Sister Qianqian,” an extraordinary young woman said, waving at her with a smile from the entrance. “You were expelled from the sect, so the ‘heaven’ character room in Ice Heart Palace is this junior sister’s!”
Lu Qianqian said, “It is only because I am leaving that you have the qualifications to inherit it.”
The young woman’s bright eyes flashed with anger. But she just spread her sleeves and smiled. “I knew that this day would come sooner or later, so I long prepared red clothes in celebration. Does Elder Sister Qianqian think they are pretty?”
Lu Qianqian responded, “Attractive clothes cannot cover your dirty heart.”
The young woman’s smile froze, and she coldly said, “You are pure, your heart is clear like white snow, but so what? Has your cultivation not been erased, have you not been expelled from the sect, becoming a pitiful vagrant?”
Lu Qianqian indifferently responded, “I have a saint-grade spirit root, you do not. I have the Grand Mysterious Ice Heart Body, you do not. Even if I have been expelled, you will forever be but trash before me.”
“You…” The young woman was red with anger.
Lu Qianqian sighed, then turned to look at the Heavens. She muttered, “The outside world is vast. This place does not want me, Lu Qianqian, but somewhere else definitely will.”
“Without the sect’s core technique, your Grand Mysterious Ice Heart Body will also become a waste’s body. You want to count on others to provide you with shelter?” The young woman sneered coldly.
Lu Qianqian did not say anything more, dragging herself down the steps.
On that day, under the cover of heavy snow, in a frozen land perpetually covered in snow, an exceptionally cold winter season was prematurely started.
The villagers, who believed in spirits and gods, saw this weather anomaly and called this day ‘the day the ice god descended’.
Huff!
In her room, Lu Qianqian stopped her train of thought and walked to her window. Looking at the stars in the sky, the thought, Grand Elder, you must have expected me to be expelled and so passed on the Grand Mysterious Ice Heart Secret Art to me in private.
Outside, on top of the main hall.
Jun Changxiao, who had just finished cultivating in the training room, sat down. From his angle he was able to see that the young woman wasn’t resting. He shook his head. “Ah, my senior disciple, when will your icy temperament change?”
…
I am an expert, expert, ex-expert, fought and become invincible in the world ~
Fill my cup with good wine ~
Tonight, I will not stop until I’m drunk… [1]
Early in the morning, music echoed through the training field.
The disciples did their daily morning exercise, with Jun Changxiao standing in the front as the lead dancer.
Long Ziyang, Li Yuhua, and the others seemed to have acclimated, throwing out their shame and integrating into the happy atmosphere.
After the exercise, Jun Changxiao snapped and said, “Qingyang, did you call over the people here to register?”
“Sect Head, I called them over,” Li Qingyang affirmed.
Jun Changxiao tied up his black hair, then called, “Su Xiaomo, open the door for this lord.”
Shua! Shua!
Su Xiaomo somersaulted, rolling to a stop before the red lacquer doors. With both arms, he pushed the two doors open, a cool breeze flowing through the gap.
Xiu—
Pah!
Jun Changxiao caught the Happy Football flying from the side with a hand, then kicked it back from whence it came. It smacked dead-center into Li Fei’s face, the boy slamming into the wall behind him, sinking down limbs akimbo.
“Brat.”
Jun Changxiao clapped his hands, dusting them off. He reorganized his robes then walked away, sniffing, “If this lord doesn’t kick your face until peach blossoms appear, you would not know why the flowers are so red.”
As he said so, he naturally stepped out of the sect.
Su Xiaomo stood at attention, holding a thumbs-up. “Sect Head is domineering!”
…
Outside.
The ages of the martial artists waiting varied, but they were all anxiously standing there. When they saw Jun Changxiao, who was still reorganizing his sleeves, come out, they hurried to noisily crowd around.
“Sect Head Jun, my name is Li Shangtian! I want to fly to the Heavens, please give me a pair of wings!” [2]
An emaciated youngster was the first to shout.
Jun Changxiao sat down behind the registration table and tapped his chin. “Based on your physique, you don’t even need a pair of wings — just a gust of wind can blow you into the Heavens.”
“Hahaha,” the others laughed.
Even the steady Li Qingyang, who stood behind the sect head, was trying to endure the amusement.
“Why are you laughing?” the youth called Li Shangtian glared. He seriously said, “Sect Head Jun, I must join the Ironbone Unyielding School and achieve my dream!”
Jun Changxiao signaled for him to go on, “Please state your dream.”
Li Shangtian said, “Since childhood, my dream is to become an indomitable powerhouse!”
His dream since childhood wasn’t to become a singer, what was the difference between him and salted fish? [3]
Jun Changxiao felt that his child was a little mischievous, but quite intelligent. After some basic questions, he stamped the sect’s seal and said, “Next.”
The second one registering was a young girl. Put simply, she seemed to be from a poor family. Although her face was a bit dusty, it was hard to cover her delicate air.
She lowered her head and shyly said, “My… My name is Ling Yuanxue.”
So shy? Jun Changxiao asked, “What is your dream?”
Ling Yuanxue lowered her head. After a moment, she gathered her courage and answered, “In this male-dominated world, I want to cultivate the Martial Way, showing all you smelly men, no no no… I did not mean that Sect Head is a smelly man.”
Jun Changxiao did not mind her words, taking the sect entrance form. “In this male-dominated world, the position of women is not always high. You have a dream and this lord will provide you with the stage to realize said dream.”
Pah.
He stamped the form.
Li Qingyang felt his lips twitch. He whispered, “Sect Head, you only filled in the name. This was a bit careless.”
Jun Changxiao whispered back. “The sect is currently a group of guys, the yang energy is a bit heavy. If I do not select some female disciple, I fear that we will develop into the Gay Sect.”
The Jilao (Gay) Sect? Li Qingyang was bewildered.
“Next.”
A third person walked up.
This was a youth of 13 or 14 years of age. He scratched his head and said, “Sect Head Jun, does your Ironbone Sect lack a Medicine Master?”
The Medicine Masters of this world were not apothecaries, who were also commonly called Medicinal Material Masters, but were more like doctors.
Jun Changxiao smelled the scent of herbs and curiously asked, “Are you a Medicine Master?”
“Mhm.” The youth pulled out a wooden placard, placing it on the table. He said, “This is my identification.”
Jun Changxiao looked at the placard, which stated: ‘Medicine Emperor’s Successor, Sun Bukong’.
Medicine Emperor?
Jun Changxiao’s jaw dropped.
In his opinion, someone who used the title ‘emperor’ was absolutely a powerhouse of this continent!
He was just casually recruiting disciples, but had actually met the Medicine Emperor’s successor?
Sun Bukong scratched his head and smiled. “Master and the elders made me descend the mountain for experience, so I decided to experience life in the Ironbone Sect.”
Jun Changxiao grimaced. “Little fellow, you should go to Huadu District next door. There are many experts and successors descending the mountain there, if you integrate well into the world, you will have no problem meeting some beautiful female boss.”
“Huadu District?” Sun Bukong was at a loss. “Pardon me, but I have never heard of that place.”
Jun Changxiao brought out a sect form and prepared to ask questions.
Li Qingyang whispered, “Sect Head, dozens of this type of wooden placard can be purchased with 1 silver tael. Let alone ‘Medicine Emperor’s successor’, you can even get ‘Medicine Emperor’s descendant’ carved.”
Ah? Jun Changxiao was wide-eyed. Fuck, you can even create false identities in this different world?
Sun Bukong heard Li Qingyang’s words and awkwardly scratched his head.
He then placed more than ten wooden placards onto the table and seriously said, “Sect Head, I carved all of these. You can pick whichever identity you like, as long as I can join the sect!”
Sword Emperor’s successor, Sun Bukong.
Demon Venerable’s successor, Sun Bukong.
Monster Emperor’s successor, Sun Bukong.
This Sun Bukong had so many placards with different statuses.
Brilliant!
If these identities were real, my small Ironbone Sect would be unable to accommodate such a venerable Buddha.
“Accepted!”
Jun Changxiao stamped his seal.
Although the identities were false, he gave kudos to the boy for coming up with such a ploy and sincerely registering — this little motherfucker was a genius with big dreams!
“Next.”
Pah.
Just as he spoke, a person put something covered in black cloth on the table. The fabric was pulled aside to reveal a plain sword hilt.
“Sword cultivator, Zhou Hong.”
[1] “高手高手高高手 [‘Gaoshou Gaoshou Gao-Gaoshou']” by Lu Shilang
[2] Li Shangtian’s name lit. translates to ‘Li into the sky’
[3] From a saying that goes ‘If a man has no dreams, what is the difference between him and salted fish?’ A salted fish is a metaphor for a corpse, or someone who has no intention of doing anything.