Exchange, Low-grade Cold Edge Sword

Chapter 17: Exchange, Low-grade Cold Edge Sword

"Ding!"

"Sect Member: 53/100!"

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 60/100!"

Jun Changxiao stamped the seals one after another. He quickly recruited fifty disciples, and the system notification sounds rang in his ears frequently. It was beautiful and very satisfying!

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

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

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

Sigh.

They had worked in vain today and could only wait for the next session.

The martial artists from the various sects were very depressed, while Sect Leader Jun continued to stamp seals, recruiting disciples with Low-grade Spirit Root aptitude.

There was no other way.

To make up the 100 members, he had to pick the best of the bunch.

Besides, even if their spiritual root aptitude was a bit poor, they could still be cultivated later on.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Sect Member: 100/100!"

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 107/100!"

"Ding!"

"Sect members are full. The host must upgrade Sect Construction and expand the limit before continuing to recruit disciples."

"Reminder! If you forcibly recruit disciples after reaching full capacity, you will face severe punishment!"

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

"Sect is full, conditions met!"

"Ding!"

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

Jun Changxiao was stunned 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 Member: 100/100.

Sect Contribution Points: 107/100.

Sect Achievement Points: 0/100.

Sect Mission: None.

Main Quest: Within 100 years, make the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect the strongest sect in the Starfall Continent with 100,000 disciples. If failed, when the time comes, the host will immediately vanish into thin air!

"System!"

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

The system replied, "When disciples accept and complete Sect Mission, they can earn corresponding Sect Achievement Points."

Jun Changxiao understood and asked, "What are Achievement Points used for?"

The system explained, "Once the Achievement Points reach the maximum value, you can upgrade Sect Construction."

Jun Changxiao was taken aback and said, "Didn't you say earlier that recruiting disciples could upgrade Sect Construction? Why is there a Sect Contribution Points now!"

The system explained unhurriedly, "Recruiting disciples can unlock Sect Mission, and completing Sect Mission can upgrade Sect Construction; there is no contradiction between these."

"..."

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

He temporarily ignored the Sect Contribution Points and missions, focusing his attention on the contribution points. The extra points would be deducted in 24 hours, so he had to spend them quickly!

He skillfully opened the Initial Stage Mall and carefully browsed through the items. Finally, Jun Changxiao selected the item named 'Low-grade Cold Edge Sword'.

"Ding!"

"Host has spent 10 Sect Contribution Points to obtain 1 Low-grade Cold Edge Sword, which has been delivered to your Spatial Ring."

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 97/100."

As Jun Changxiao retracted the panel, he took a glance at the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword he had just purchased and noticed a note stating: Monthly purchase limit 4/5.

Heaven-Defying Pills and Talismans were limited to one purchase per month, but weapons could be bought five times.

What a rip-off!

The reason Jun Changxiao chose the sword was because he had cultivated the Nine Wave Sword Style. Although the sword technique itself was of a low grade, the ninth move was quite powerful, and having a sword would at least allow him to defend himself.

"Swish!"

He focused his mind into the Spatial Ring.

Jun Changxiao saw a sword floating next to the Timed Bomb, its scabbard Embedded with two beads that flickered with a faint blue light.

"Clap."

He walked over, gripped the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword, and immediately felt a cold aura seep into his palm.

"It's quite chilly."

"I wonder how the quality is."

Jun Changxiao held the hilt and drew it lightly. With a 'clang', the three-foot-long sword left its sheath.

"Whoosh!"

A cold aura rushed toward his face, sending a shiver down his spine.

The width and length of the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword were no different from an ordinary sword, but the blade was shrouded in a faint chill, giving off the feeling that it was definitely not a Mortal-grade item!

Although Jun Changxiao didn't have a deep understanding of swords, he still praised it sincerely: "Good sword!"

"Sect Leader."

Lu Qianqian said with a dark face: "Who did you say was cheap?"

"Uh..."

Jun Changxiao hurriedly withdrew his thoughts and laughed: "I was talking about myself."

"..."

Li Qingyang and the others were covered in black lines.

Calling himself cheap—our Sect Leader is a bit of a weirdo.

Lu Qianqian rolled her eyes at him and said indifferently: "Many people are waiting, hurry up and stamp the Sect Leader Seal."

"No need."

Jun Changxiao said: "These members are just right. If I take in too many disciples, This Seat won't be able to afford to feed them."

The system had already warned him that forcibly taking in disciples after reaching full capacity would result in punishment, so he didn't dare to act recklessly.

Furthermore, the remaining boys and girls all had Low-grade Spirit Roots and were only at the first stage of Pulse Opening; there was no value in cultivating them.

"Qingyang."

Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers and said: "Pack up, let's go!"

"Ah? We're not recruiting anymore?"

"Sect Leader Jun, please reconsider, even if you let me be a registered disciple, that would be fine!"

"Even if it's just to do chores, I, Tie Aniu, am willing!"

Many of the youths pleaded.

Jun Changxiao said helplessly: "My Iron Bone Unyielding Sect has limited space and cannot accommodate too many disciples. If you want to join, you can come to Qingyang Village once you have cultivated to the level of a Martial Apprentice."

"Sigh."

The boys and girls dispersed in disappointment.

They knew that without excellent mentors to guide them and without resources or opportunities, relying on themselves to break through to a Martial Apprentice was surely a distant dream.

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang said: "The storefront is packed up, we can set off."

"Let's go."

Jun Changxiao waved his large sleeve and left with a flourish.

When he first arrived in Qingyang City, he only had one disciple and was dirt poor. Now, as he left, he had money, Martial Techniques, and disciples—it was an absolute bumper harvest.

"Stop!"

However, before he could even walk out of the Training Ground, a cold shout came from behind him.

"Hmm?"

Jun Changxiao stopped in his tracks and looked back.

He saw a middle-aged man in blue robes walking over, surrounded by dozens of young disciples.

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

"Look at his grim expression; could he be looking for trouble with the Iron Bone Sect?"

"Elder Wei has a fiery temper. If anyone offends him or his sect's disciples, he certainly won't let it slide!"

Martial artists from various sects whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with trepidation.

Those standing nearby, seeing Wei Yinu approaching with his disciples, subconsciously stepped back several paces to clear a path for him.

Seeing this, Jun Changxiao thought to himself, This guy is just from the ninth-rate Spirit Spring Sect, so why are so many martial artists from eighth-rate sects afraid of him?

The reason was simple.

Wei Yinu was one of four brothers, named respectively after Joy, Anger, Sorrow, and Happiness.

They were once disciples of the fifth-rate sect, the Sacred Spring Sect, and after completing their training, they descended the mountain to establish the Spirit Spring Sect, with the eldest brother serving as Sect Master and the three younger brothers as elders.

The martial artists of the various sects were not afraid of the Spirit Spring Sect, but rather, they were afraid of the Sacred Spring Sect!