Exchange, Low-grade Cold Edge Sword

Exchange, Low-grade Cold Edge Sword

"Ding!"

"Sect Members: 53/100!"

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 60/100!"

Jun Changxiao stamped one seal after another and swiftly recruited fifty disciples. The system notifications rang frequently by his ears—wonderful, soothing!

Of these newly recruited members, ten had Mid-grade Spirit Roots, while the remaining forty all had Mortal-grade Spirit Roots.

The martial artists from the various sects watching from afar were filled with envy.

As far as they knew, this Hundred Sects Recruitment had only produced a dozen or so youths with Mid-grade Spirit Roots and fifty or sixty boys and girls with Mortal-grade Spirit Roots. Nearly all of them had been recruited by the Iron Bone Sect!

Sigh.

Today's efforts had been in vain. They could only wait for the next recruitment.

The martial artists of the various sects were deeply frustrated, while Sect Leader Jun continued stamping seals and recruiting disciples with Low-grade Spirit Roots.

There was no helping it.

To gather a hundred people, he could only pick the tallest general from among dwarfs.

Besides, even if their Spirit Root aptitude was a little lacking, they could still be cultivated later.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

...

...

"Sect Members: 100/100!"

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 107/100!"

"Ding!"

"The sect has reached full capacity. The host must upgrade Sect Construction and expand the limit before continuing to recruit disciples."

"Warning! If disciples are forcibly accepted after reaching full capacity, severe punishment will be imposed!"

"Sect Contribution Points have overflowed. The host must spend them within 24 hours, or the excess Contribution Points will be deducted automatically."

"The sect is full and meets the requirements!"

"Ding!"

"The system has automatically unlocked Sect Achievement Points and Sect Missions for the host!"

Jun Changxiao froze and hurriedly pulled up the Data Panel.

Sect Name: Iron Bone Unyielding Sect.

Sect Leader: Jun Changxiao.

Sect Level: Ninth-rate.

Sect Construction: Level 1.

Sect Members: 100/100.

Sect Contribution Points: 107/100.

Sect Achievement Points: 0/100.

Sect Missions: None.

Sect Main Quest: Within 100 years, make the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect the strongest sect on the Starfall Continent, with 100,000 disciples. If this is not completed, when the time comes, the host will immediately have his soul scattered to the winds!

"System!"

Jun Changxiao asked in confusion, "What the hell are Sect Achievement Points and Sect Missions?"

The system said, "Disciples may obtain corresponding Sect Achievement Points by accepting and completing Sect Missions."

Jun Changxiao understood. "What are Achievement Points for?"

The system explained, "Once Achievement Points reach their maximum value, Sect Construction can be upgraded."

Jun Changxiao's expression stiffened. "Didn't you say before that recruiting disciples could upgrade Sect Construction? Why is there Sect Contribution Points now?"

The system explained unhurriedly, "Recruiting disciples can unlock Sect Missions. Completing Sect Missions can raise Sect Construction. There is no contradiction between these things."

"..."

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

For the time being, he ignored Sect Achievement Points and missions, focusing instead on Contribution Points. The excess points would be deducted in twenty-four hours, so he had to spend them quickly!

He skillfully opened the Initial Stage Mall and carefully browsed item after item. In the end, Jun Changxiao selected an item called the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword.

"Ding!"

"The host has spent 10 Contribution Points and obtained Low-grade Cold Edge Sword ×1. It has been transferred into the Spatial Ring."

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 97/100."

As Jun Changxiao put away the panel, he casually glanced at the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword he had purchased and discovered the note: Monthly purchase limit: 4/5.

Heaven-Defying Pills and Talismans could only be purchased once per month, while weapons could be bought five times.

What a scam!

Jun Changxiao had chosen a sword because he had cultivated the Nine Wave Sword Style. Though this sword technique was low-grade, its ninth form was quite powerful. With a sword at least he could use it to defend himself.

Whoosh!

His consciousness entered the Spatial Ring.

Jun Changxiao saw a sword floating beside the Timed Bomb. Two beads were embedded in its scabbard, flickering with a faint blue glow.

Slap.

He walked over and gripped the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword. At once, he felt an icy aura seep into his palm.

"It's quite cold."

"I wonder what quality it is."

Jun Changxiao gripped the hilt and gently drew it. With a clang, a three-foot sword slid from its sheath.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A chilling aura rushed at his face, making people shudder with cold.

The Low-grade Cold Edge Sword was no different from ordinary swords in width or length, yet a faint chill coiled around its blade, giving it the feeling that it was anything but ordinary!

Though Jun Changxiao did not know much about swords, he still praised it sincerely, "What a fine sword!"

"Sect Leader."

Lu Qianqian darkened her face. "Who are you calling cheap?"

"Uh..."

Jun Changxiao hurriedly withdrew his consciousness and smiled. "I was talking about myself."

"..."

Black lines rose across Li Qingyang and the others' faces.

Calling himself cheap? Their sect leader was rather bizarre.

Lu Qianqian rolled her eyes at him and said flatly, "Many people are still waiting. Hurry up and stamp the Sect Leader Seal."

"No need."

Jun Changxiao said, "This number of members is just right. If I take in too many disciples, I won't be able to support them."

The system had already warned him that forcibly accepting disciples after reaching capacity would bring punishment. He did not dare act recklessly.

What was more, the remaining boys and girls all had Low-grade Spirit Roots and were only at the first level of Pulse Opening. There was no real value in taking them in and cultivating them.

"Qingyang."

Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers. "Pack up and let's go!"

"Huh? We're not recruiting anymore?"

"Sect Leader Jun, please reconsider! Even if you let me become a registered disciple, that would be enough!"

"Even if I have to do odd jobs, I, Tie Aniu, am willing!"

Many of the youths pleaded.

Jun Changxiao said helplessly, "My Iron Bone Unyielding Sect is small and cannot accommodate too many disciples. If you wish to join, come to Qingyang Village once you cultivate to Martial Apprentice."

"Sigh."

The boys and girls dispersed in disappointment.

They knew that without an outstanding mentor, resources, or lucky opportunities, relying on themselves to break through to Martial Apprentice would surely be a distant prospect.

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang said, "The storefront has been packed away. We can set off now."

"Let's go."

Jun Changxiao swept his sleeve and strode away with flair.

When he had first arrived in Qingyang City, he had only one disciple and had been so poor that coins did not even jingle in his pocket. Now, as he left, he had money, Martial Techniques, and disciples. It was an absolute bumper harvest!

"Stop!"

Yet before he could leave the Training Ground, a cold shout came from behind him.

"Hm?"

Jun Changxiao stopped and looked back.

He saw a middle-aged man in blue robes approaching, surrounded by several dozen young disciples.

"It's Elder Wei Yinu of the Spirit Spring Sect!"

"His expression looks rather unpleasant. Could he be looking to cause trouble for the Iron Bone Sect?"

"Elder Wei has a fiery temper. If anyone offends him or the sect's disciples, he definitely will not let the matter rest!"

The martial artists from the various sects whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with apprehension.

Those standing closer saw Wei Yinu approaching with his disciples and instinctively retreated several steps to make way for him.

Seeing this, Jun Changxiao thought to himself, This fellow is merely from the Ninth-rate Spirit Spring Sect. Why are even martial artists from so many Eighth-rate sects afraid of him?

The reason was simple.

Wei Yinu had four brothers in all, named after joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

They had once been disciples of the Fifth-rate Sacred Spring Sect. After mastering their arts, they descended the mountain and founded the Spirit Spring Sect. The eldest brother became sect master, while the other three became elders.

The martial artists of the various sects did not fear the Spirit Spring Sect—they feared the Sacred Spring Sect!