CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: GRINDING EXPERIENCE

Xu Guang just wanted to be a layabout, with enough quiet every day to grind experience properly.

However, even with the golden finger, cultivation does not rely solely on experience; he needed money, resources, understanding of external news, and connections.

Both money and people are what he needed.

This time he’s settled on a position in the ’company’, so it’s time to cultivate his own team properly.

Regarding the destinations for the disciples, the sect did not assign them individually, instead, everyone was allowed to sign up according to their wishes.

Xu Guang did not expect that so many disciples would be willing to follow him and sign up under his name.

Seeing a group of about thirty disciples led by Zhu Ping, Xu Guang was satisfied in his heart.

Regardless of his reputation outside, the strength he exhibited indeed gave him no reason to instruct them.

One would think that in a place like the sect, disciples would focus more on their future development, but unexpectedly there were so many willing to follow him.

I bet quite a few came because Zhu Ping brought them.

This must be Zhu Cheng’s idea.

"All of you are the pillars of the sect, and I, Xu Mou, am very moved by your willingness to follow me. Xu Mou will not let you down, just as you will not let Xu Mou down."

The Iron Armor Sect moved quickly, announcing the establishment of the six halls, and soon began formal organizational construction.

Half a month later.

In an urban village several hundred meters outside the Iron Workshop, Xu Guang rode an elephant in.

This was the headquarters of the Master Hall.

Most of the residents had already been cleared out, and the place was quite spacious; in just half a month, it had begun to take shape.

Xu Guang’s name was more effective than imagined; upon hearing this would be the Master Hall of the Iron Armor Sect, and that Xu Guang was in charge, the residents accepted compensation and promptly left, vacating the area.

The master of the Master Hall was an elder named Zhao Qian, with an eighth-grade great cultivation, whom Xu Guang had met twice, and he spoke courteously, being a staunch supporter of Liu Ning.

Now that the Iron Armor Sect was initially settled and resources were abundant, Zhao Qian planned to take this opportunity to break through to the seventh grade, leaving the affairs of the hall temporarily to Xu Guang.

Based on his own judgment, Xu Guang knew that Zhao Qian’s mind was not on the Master Hall and estimated that once he broke through, he would seek a new position.

In the view of many, this Master Hall was not a good destination.

At least for now, there was too little profit.

With people under him, in this small company of the Iron Armor Sect, Xu Guang could be considered a genuine middle-level leader.

"Master Xu, these days our people have been promoting in the city with significant results; currently, after the grand festival in August, there will be 336 children of appropriate age entering the Master Hall."

Xu Guang slightly frowned, "August? Why wait so long?"

Is it long?

Han Song hesitated a bit; this year, with the Iron Armor Sect’s expansion, the number of disciples recruited far exceeded previous years, and being able to bring people in so quickly for training was already a result of working overtime day and night.

Xu Guang waved his hand, "Have the brothers endure the hardship; let people start entering the sect tomorrow."

"Our facilities..."

"Martial artists’ cultivation is not confined to the environment; if the environment is tough, does it mean they can’t enter the grade?"

After Xu Guang finished speaking, he looked at the distant open space where children from the former Martial Arts Academy were led by a young boy wielding a long sword with great vigor—it was Du Shizhen.

He was valued by Xu Guang; earlier, Xu Guang had come upon a windfall, and with his help, Du Shizhen formally entered the grade half a month ago.

To repay Xu Guang, Du Shizhen had been the most diligent in martial arts practice from the beginning.

...

Three days later.

At the Master Hall.

"Someone asked me, what is talent? I tell everyone talent is effort. The so-called aptitude is merely a test, and some people’s tests are hard, others’ tests are easy."

"But this is just a test, not your final achievement. Effort is the only thing, do not let so-called aptitude negate your efforts."

In the open space, Xu Guang stood on a high platform and spoke passionately.

"Many people say I have poor talent, started training late, and can’t achieve anything, but so what? I just want to tell everyone, I can become a martial arts expert!"

"Is there anyone who says I am not what I claim to be? I can confidently say, yes! But no one dares to say such words in front of me and General Wei, unless they want to taste my iron fist."

"You train in martial arts for such a day."

"Now! Gather all your courage and strike at me!"

Han Song turned sideways, speaking quietly to a disciple.

That disciple had a peculiar expression, as if his beliefs had been overturned.

"Junior Brother Han, has the hall master always been like this?"

Han Song’s expression was serious, "I can tell you with great certainty, the hall master is working hard for the future of the sect."

That disciple showed solemn respect, carrying admiration in his demeanor, "Should we... be like this from now on?"

"Absolutely not! Master Xu likes to do things himself."

The disciple seemed to be deep in thought.

[Martial Artist’s Log: One against a hundred! Unprecedented combat record, subduing over a hundred people in one battle, experience +680]

Xu Guang took the towel handed by a healthy woman next to him, wiped the little sweat off his face, and showed a genuinely satisfied smile.

If no one was around, Xu Guang would have been unable to resist punching the air.

How invigorating!

With a sign-in place like the Master Hall, Xu Guang felt full of energy no matter what he did.

Although it was the first day, with more and more children becoming disciples and the use of other professions, the experience he could gain each day would at least exceed 500!

How terrifying is that?

In just a month, he could raise the [Elephant Envoy] to level 11.

What does a mere 10,000 experience points matter?

...

Days passed by quickly, and before he knew it, seven days had passed.

Looking at the "3848" experience points on the universal experience section of the board, Xu Guang was in a good mood.

It hadn’t been long since the last upgrade of the martial artist profession, yet he had accumulated so much experience again,

this restructuring initiated by Tie Kuang truly suited him perfectly.

Restructuring is good, it must be restructured.

Otherwise, with the Iron Armor Sect’s various martial academies scattered throughout the city, wanting to sign in at all would mean doing nothing but running around all day.

General Wei’s nose nudged his shoulder, opening his mouth.

Xu Guang understandingly threw out two Blood Calming Pills.

From the last batch of seventh-grade treasure medicine, he had refined over three hundred seventh-grade elixirs in total, possibly more than the entire Iron Armor Sect had.

General Wei had already consumed half of them.

"Come on, buddy, how much have you eaten, and yet you haven’t reached the seventh-grade limit?"

Xu Guang felt a bit exasperated; he had put his heart and soul into it last time just to enhance General Wei’s combat power.

But after all these months and many elixirs consumed, while General Wei’s aura grew stronger,

using Qi Observation Technique, his Yang Qi had at least doubled, his physique had grown larger, now standing five meters and eight tall.

But it seems he hadn’t reached the limit yet.

Could he beat the sixth grade, Xu Guang was uncertain.

After all, based on what he understood, the jump to the sixth grade was substantial.