The Iron Bone Sect After Reconstruction

97 Contribution Points were squandered by Jun Changxiao in a single night.

There was no helping it; having come to this world, one must pay a price if one wishes to become stronger.

"Next, I'll just have to wait for a Sect Mission to appear so I can earn Achievement Points to upgrade the Sect Construction."

Jun Changxiao muttered to himself.

There were no Side Quests, and he had no idea what the Hidden Tasks were.

For now, he could only rely on upgrading the Sect Construction to increase the member limit and earn Contribution Points.

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang walked over and said, "We're out of money."

"Out of money again?"

Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.

This guy came to ask for money every single day, never knowing how to save a single cent.

Li Qingyang said, "Sect Leader, the sect was too dilapidated. Renovating it is equivalent to rebuilding it, so it costs quite a lot."

"Fine."

Jun Changxiao tossed him a few more banknotes and said, "There are three days left until your junior brothers come to report. Can you finish the renovations by then?"

Li Qingyang said, "It shouldn't be a problem."

"Alright then."

Jun Changxiao waved his hand and said, "Go get busy."

Li Qingyang took his leave, while Jun Changxiao sat cross-legged in the courtyard and began to circulate the Calm Heart Art.

Without Contribution Points, he could only honestly engage in traditional cultivation.

However, after a full day, the speed at which Spiritual Energy condensed in his Dantian was incredibly slow, making Jun Changxiao realize that the higher the realm, the harder it was to break through the Meridians!

"Sigh."

He sighed, "If only I had an endless supply of Contribution Points, how wonderful that would be."

The next day.

Jun Changxiao stopped cultivating, rose to his feet, and walked out of the Inner Court toward the Outer Court.

During this period, he had been buried in cultivation, and aside from providing money daily, he hadn't asked a single thing about the sect renovations.

The Iron Bone Unyielding Sect covered an area of about a hundred acres and was divided into an Inner Court and an Outer Court; the Inner Court was the living quarters for the Sect Leader and disciples, while the Outer Court was the place for martial arts training.

When Jun Changxiao walked along the pebble-paved winding path and entered the Outer Court, the expression on his face froze instantly.

What appeared before his eyes was not the dilapidated main hall that should have been there, but a brand-new structure with vermilion eaves and green tiles; even the stone steps were carved with intricate jade patterns!

The Pillar used to support the main beam had been repainted, and lifelike birds and beasts were carved onto it.

Many pavilion-style buildings had also been added to both sides of the Outer Court, making it look grand and imposing!

In the area between the main hall and the front gate, there was a large Training Ground paved with bluestone slabs, which looked like high-end material at a glance!

What was even more flamboyant was this:

In the remaining spaces of the Outer Court, there were not only ponds and rockeries but also pavilions and kiosks for resting and sightseeing!

To design such a small space so reasonably—only a master architect could have achieved this!

"Is this my sect?"

Jun Changxiao stood rooted to the spot, feeling as if he were in a dream.

He even secretly wondered if he had transmigrated again, perhaps into the inner palace of some imperial dynasty?

It wasn't a dream; it was real!

Because Li Qingyang walked out of the main hall and came before him, saying, "Sect Leader, are you satisfied with the renovation of the Outer Court?"

This wasn't a renovation; it was practically a complete reconstruction!

"Satisfied!"

Jun Changxiao said, "Extremely satisfied!"

As he spoke, he headed toward the main hall.

He was shocked again the moment he stepped inside, as the floor was also paved with neat stone slabs, and rows of red mahogany chairs were placed on both sides—it was the height of luxury!

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang pointed to the magnificent chair at the head of the hall and said, "Your throne is made of thousand-year-old nanmu wood."

"Is that so?"

Jun Changxiao sat down on it, immediately feeling that it was much more comfortable than the creaky, broken chair from before.

He rested his arms naturally on the armrests and said with great satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad!"

This is what a sect should look like.

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang handed over an account book and said, "This is the detailed breakdown of the silver spent on renovations. Please take a look."

As expected of someone from a noble family, every bit of silver spent on the reconstruction was recorded meticulously, ensuring everything could be accounted for.

"Qingyang."

Jun Changxiao took the account book, flipped through it casually, and praised, "Your performance has made this seat very satisfi..."

His voice came to an abrupt halt.

Because, upon flipping to the last page of the account book, he clearly saw the total expenditure recorded: four thousand six hundred and fifty taels!

Jun Changxiao nearly jumped up and exclaimed, "You spent that much!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly checked his Spatial Ring, only to find that a pitiful three hundred taels in banknotes remained inside!

Sect Leader Jun had been busy cultivating these past few days; every time Li Qingyang asked for money, he gave it without paying attention to how much he had handed over or how much was left.

His Contribution Points were exhausted, and the silver he had earned was also running low.

This made Jun Changxiao howl in his heart, "How am I supposed to live from here on out!"

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang said, "This disciple intends to renovate the Inner Court as well; it will likely cost about four thousand taels."

"Pfft!"

Jun Changxiao slumped onto the nanmu chair, foaming at the mouth.

Money is a good thing.

Wherever it is spent, that place will be good!

Under Li Qingyang's grand-scale renovations, the dilapidated Iron Bone Unyielding Sect had taken on a brand-new look, finally possessing the appearance a sect should have.

Yet, every time he thought of the four thousand-plus taels of banknotes that had died, Sect Leader Jun felt the urge to hug Pillar and weep bitterly.

He didn't actually care much about money, but the disciples were coming to report for duty tomorrow; wouldn't so many people need to eat, drink, and live? Wouldn't they each need two sets of sect uniforms? What could a few hundred taels do!

"Sigh."

Sitting on the carved stone steps, Jun Changxiao was not only worrying about how to obtain Contribution Points, but also how to make money to cover the sect's daily expenses.

"Qianqian."

He asked for help, "Is there any way to make money quickly?"

"Go rob someone."

Lu Qianqian said indifferently, "That's the fastest way to get money."

Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched as he said, "My Iron Bone Unyielding Sect is, at the very least, a Righteous Sect. How could we engage in such despicable acts that would make the martial arts world look down on us!"

Lu Qianqian said, "Then sell swords."

"This..."

Jun Changxiao cupped his chin and said, "That is not a bad emergency measure."

"Sect Leader!"

Just then, Li Qingyang walked in from outside and said, "The junior brothers have arrived!"

"Let them come in."

Jun Changxiao stood up, brushed the dust off his backside, and put on the dignity befitting a sect leader.

Before long.

More than twenty disciples entered the sect one after another.

They stood on the Training Ground, looking at the magnificent buildings all around, all of them wearing expressions of astonishment.

We never expected our sect to be so high-end and grand!

With several thousand taels of banknotes spent, how could it not be high-end and grand?

"Why are there only this many people?"

Jun Changxiao frowned and asked, "Where are the other disciples?"

"Reporting to the Sect Leader."

One disciple said respectfully, "Some of the senior and junior brothers live in more remote mountain villages, so it will take them some time to arrive."

"I see."

Jun Changxiao understood and said, "Qingyang, arrange their living quarters."

"Yes."

Li Qingyang received the order and was about to lead his junior brothers toward the Inner Court when he heard a weak cry from outside the gate: "Sect... Sect Leader..."

Jun Changxiao frowned and hurriedly strode outside.

Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian followed him.

The three of them had just reached the front gate when they saw a youth lying on the floor, covered in blood!

"Junior Brother Sun!"

Li Qingyang hurriedly knelt down and placed a hand on his pulse to check the extent of his junior brother's injuries.

The wounded disciple endured the pain and said weakly: "Sect... Sect Leader, our group of over thirty disciples was ambushed by Mountain Bandits on the road, and the junior brothers were abducted..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he closed his eyes, and the blood-stained letter he had been clutching tightly fell to the ground.

Li Qingyang said: "Sect Leader, Junior Brother has only fainted; he is in no serious danger."

Jun Changxiao picked up the letter and opened it to see a line of crooked characters written on it, the content reading: Prepare money and bring it to Black Mountain within three days to ransom the people, otherwise, we will kill them.

"Damn it!"

Jun Changxiao gripped the letter in a rage and snapped: "To dare kidnap disciples of my Iron Bone Unyielding Sect, they must be tired of living!"

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