Gal Martial Saint

He felt more and more indignant.

The Wenjian Sect was too lenient with its disciples! To allow such a black sheep to freeload and deceive for so long within the sect!

Chapter 7: Chapter 7 The Slacking Great Master Yu Wenqiu

Gu Chengming was unaware that someone had set their sights on him.

After all, those immersed in the Gala Game were oblivious to the world around them.

If there was any difference from his previous days, it would be that his junior brother Jiang Lu, who looked "mature" for his age, hadn't visited for several days.

Come to think of it, did his sword strike really give the other party a lot of insight?

Gu Chengming stroked his chin, gaining a more direct understanding of the benefits brought by Cultivation Method Affinity.

Although this junior brother Jiang Lu was, at best, a mid-to-lower-tier, unremarkable disciple within the entire Wenjian Sect.

He was still quite decent within the Huiyuan Gate.

Being able to defeat him in a sword fight, this thirty-something Affinity was probably equivalent to several years of arduous cultivation for others.

As expected, the Gal Great Dao was the path to the Heavenly Dao.

Gu Chengming thought with some self-satisfaction.

However, the recent "GAL Great Dao" had also encountered a slight bottleneck.

The so-called sword practice was, in name, practicing swordsmanship, but ultimately it was a method of cultivation.

And cultivation, ultimately, was unavoidable to consume resources.

At least for Gu Chengming, just over half a month of practice had already taken a toll on his body.

Perhaps his low Constitution was a contributing factor, but the main reason... was that his cultivation resources were insufficient.

Or rather, from the very beginning of his cultivation, he hadn't really thought about cultivation resources.

It was only now, when his body felt weak and powerless, that Gu Chengming suddenly realized.

Oh, I can actually use pills.

Pills like "Blood Replenishing Pills" and "Spirit Condensing Pills" were quite useful at the first realm stage.

As one of the top sects on the Nine Provinces Continent, the Wenjian Sect provided ample resources for its disciples.

For example, disciples in the first realm could receive ten "Blood Replenishing Pills," five "Spirit Condensing Pills," and one low-grade Spirit Stone from the sect each month.

These resources, while not abundant for a diligent disciple, were enough to sustain daily consumption.

Although Gu Chengming's realm was lacking, he certainly didn't miss out on the welfare benefits.

Moreover, for Gu Chengming, there was actually another piece of good news.

That was, before his transmigration, he had never focused his attention on cultivation.

In other words, he hadn't claimed a single resource from his three years in the sect!

In a sense, this was a windfall?

To avoid being drained dry by the Huiyuan Sword Art, Gu Chengming decided to go and claim all the resources he had missed.

Wenjian Sect, Sword Repository Pavilion.

Even though it was early morning, the place was already bustling with people.

This bluestone building, covering half an acre, was located on the east side of the Wenjian Sect. Bronze wind chimes hung under the eaves, but no sound was heard when the wind blew. The entrance was a pair of heavy rosewood doors, carved with the pattern of "Bluebird Carrying Lingzhi". The door knockers were shaped like taotie swallowing pearls, cool to the touch. Dozens of outer disciples, dressed in grey-green daoist robes, were already waiting here.

Although the Sword Repository Pavilion sounded imposing, it actually didn't store many weapons. Instead, it was piled high with cultivation resources like various pills, spirit stones, and talismans.

Legend had it that when the Sword Repository Pavilion was first established, it was indeed used to store the sect's divine weapons and sharp blades. However, later, with the sect's development, the disciples' demand for pills and spirit stones grew, and the Sword Repository Pavilion gradually evolved into a large "logistics supply station."

There was also an interesting secret about the Sword Repository Pavilion. It was said that on the topmost floor of the pavilion, a sword used by the founding ancestor was still stored. But that sword had a peculiar temper and could only be wielded by a heaven-blessed prodigy. Once, an elder who didn't believe in the legend tried to forcibly subdue it, but was injured by the sword's energy and took a full hundred years to recover. Since then, no one had dared to covet that sword.

When Gu Chengming arrived at the Sword Repository Pavilion, many disciples were already queuing to collect resources.

He stood at the end of the line, curiously observing his surroundings.

The interior of the Sword Repository Pavilion was vast, with rows of tall wooden shelves filled with all sorts of jade bottles and wooden boxes.

The air was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, which invigorated the spirit.

Just then, a disciple in front of Gu Chengming seemed to be arguing with the female elder in charge of registration.

"Elder Yu, are you mistaken? How could there be a problem with the resource list I submitted?" the disciple explained anxiously.

Gu Chengming craned his neck to look towards the front desk.

He saw a woman in elder's attire leaning lazily on a chair, holding a list. She casually glanced at it, then raised her eyelids and said in a cool, emotionless tone:

"Three stalks of Crimson Flame Grass, two Clear Heart Lotuses. Didn't you just collect them last month? Finished them so quickly?"

Her voice was pleasant, like a mountain spring, but the content of her words made the disciple break out in a cold sweat.

"This... this..."

The disciple stammered, unable to utter a word for a long time.

The female elder was named Yu Wenqiu. Her hair, black as ink, was long and straight, cascading down her back without any adornment. Her skin was fair, and her features were as exquisite as a painting, though her eyelids drooped slightly, giving her a perpetually sleepy look.

"You're trying to submit falsified accounts to me?"

A mocking curve formed on Yu Wenqiu's lips:

"Scram."

A single word, devoid of any heat, yet it felt like a pardon to the disciple, who scrambled away as if his life depended on it.

Gu Chengming marveled inwardly: This thing can even involve falsified accounts?

Soon, it was Gu Chengming's turn. He handed over his Identity Token and Resource List.

Yu Wenqiu took the list and, as was her habit, glanced at it. When she saw the contents, she couldn't help but pause.

Hmm, three years since entry, and not a single resource claimed?

She looked up, sizing up Gu Chengming, then his cultivation.

First Realm Level Three.

Well... no wonder he's only First Realm Level Three.

Speaking of Yu Wenqiu, she was quite the legend within the Wenjian Sect.

Although she was an elder with a respectable cultivation, she was incredibly lazy in her daily practice and paid little attention to sect affairs.

Her days were spent sleeping or reading various storybooks. Only when the Elder Assessment approached would she cram, cultivating intensely at the last minute.

This behavior naturally irked many diligent elders and disciples. Unfortunately, Yu Wenqiu's talent was simply too exceptional. Every time she crammed, she could smoothly break through, leading people to cry out that heaven was unfair.

However, the sect could no longer stand it and assigned her a leisure post managing the Sword Repository Pavilion.

The stated reason was "to share the sect's burdens," but in reality, they just wanted her to rein it in a bit.

And so, a Slacking Great Master met his end.

Yu Wenqiu withdrew her gaze and looked back at the list.

But this kid hasn't claimed resources for three years, why is he suddenly thinking of taking them now?

This question surfaced in Yu Wenqiu's mind. But she quickly thought, It seems the Disciple Assessment is coming up soon.

Could it be... this person, like me, is the type to cram at the last minute?

Ah, to think there's someone in this world so similar to me!

Although she hadn't gotten to know him personally, Yu Wenqiu inexplicably felt a sense of goodwill towards Gu Chengming.

She was about to wave her hand and approve Gu Chengming's resources, but upon reviewing the Resource List, she discovered a problem.

For some reason, the resources allocated to the Male Disciple before her had been halved out of nowhere.

Huh?

Yu Wenqiu couldn't help but frown.

She continued to check further up and discovered that over a year ago, Gu Chengming's resources had already been claimed by another disciple.

Was it some Elder's nephew or grandson?

Could such an unfair thing happen in the world?

Yu Wenqiu was about to get angry and seek justice for this "Fellow Traveler" before her, but as she flipped further up and saw the name of the disciple who had claimed the resources, she deflated instantly.

Ji Chang.

Ji Chang... wasn't he the Grandson of that Patrolling Elder, Ji Fenglin?

Yu Wenqiu didn't know many people in the sect, but Ji Fenglin was one of the few she did know.

It wasn't that their relationship was good; on the contrary, Elder Ji Fenglin was one of the Elders who most disapproved of her methods.

And he was a Patrolling Elder... They say a higher rank can crush you, and this was three ranks higher.

Thinking of her own difficult situation and then looking at the Male Disciple before her, who had been in the sect for three years yet was still at First Realm Level Three and hadn't received any resources, Yu Wenqiu felt a sense of shared misfortune.

Alas, Gu, Gu Chengming... Xiao Gu, it's not that Elder doesn't want to help you, but I truly have the will but not the power.

Thinking this, she approved the remaining year's worth of resources for him and, as she handed them to Gu Chengming, said cryptically:

"You joined late, and some resources... were taken in advance. This is the remaining year's worth for you, take it."

Gu Chengming seemed a little surprised by this.

But his attitude was good, and he didn't become dejected. Instead, he smiled and said:

"Thank you, Elder."

Seeing him like this, Yu Wenqiu felt even more guilty.

She gritted her teeth, took out a Token from her embrace, and handed it to Gu Chengming.

"Take this Token to the sect's Library and claim a Cultivation Method. Consider it compensation."

This time, Gu Chengming was truly surprised. He carefully took the Token and tentatively said:

"Elder, you don't need to worry. I won't say anything about this matter."

He clearly regarded Yu Wenqiu as the mastermind behind the unauthorized use of his resources.

Seeing this, Yu Wenqiu was furious. But she couldn't be bothered to explain, and simply waved her hand impatiently:

"Go, go, don't be an eyesore here."

After sending Gu Chengming away, Yu Wenqiu also felt that her actions just now were a bit irrational.

After all, she wasn't exactly a busybody who liked to meddle in other people's affairs.

Although Gu Chengming was quite good-looking, she wasn't the type of person who was attracted to men.

After thinking about it, she couldn't come to a conclusion and just felt that she had gotten carried away for a moment and lost her composure.

However, it was only for the qualification of one cultivation method.

She usually disliked practicing cultivation, and she didn't know how many cultivation method qualifications were stored in that token. It was fine to give it away.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenqiu stopped thinking about it and took out a storybook from the drawer, reading it with great interest.

Chapter 8: Eight Hundred Bones

Hmm, she's a good person, this Elder Yu.

As Gu Chengming walked, he rubbed the warm and moist jade token in his hand, thinking to himself.

The token given by the other party could be exchanged for elder-level cultivation methods.

Of course, even if those profound cultivation methods were given to Gu Chengming, they would be of no use.

After all, he was currently only at First Realm Level Three, not even close to the threshold of entry.

But he really was lacking in cultivation methods right now.

He currently only had the Clear Heart Art and the Huiyuan Sword Art.