This Woman Is Worth Eight Thousand Contribution Points

Fang Huai clenched the Spirit Stone tightly, pushing the Light Body Technique with all his might, not daring to pause for even a moment.

After three days of frantic running, he was finally about to step into the territory of the Corpse Sha Sect.

His eagerness to return wasn't out of loyalty to the sect, but because the searing pain in his sea of consciousness was driving him to the brink of madness.

On the first day, the stabbing pain came and went, striking without warning.

On the second day, it had become an unrelenting torment, punctuated by bursts of explosive agony.

On the third day, his head felt like it was about to split open, the pain pushing him to the edge of insanity.

No wonder he'd never heard of anyone betraying the sect—this kind of soul-deep torture was something no one could withstand.

Fang Huai's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging across his face, making him look from a distance like a monster covered in tattoos.

Later on, his speed became unmatched, all because he'd run into a cultivator from the Mystic Sword Sect.

That cultivator was at the fifth layer of Qi Refining, clad in a dazzling rainbow-colored robe, and was going all out attacking him, mistaking him for a soft target suffering from Qi Deviation.

"Fairy, I'm just an ordinary errand-running disciple of the Corpse Sha Sect. Why trouble a nobody like me!"

"What I, this girl, kill are exactly the lackeys of the Corpse Sha Sect!"

Fang Huai wailed inwardly—was this crazy woman sick or what?

In the first two days, when the pain was still bearable, he could deliberately avoid other cultivators. But from the third day, when the agony became severe, he no longer cared about dodging anyone.

Along the way, he'd run into mostly early and mid-stage Qi Refining cannon fodder, who, seeing his maddened state, mostly gave him a wide berth.

He never expected that, nearing the sect's territory, he'd encounter a lunatic woman.

Even if he swapped several negative tags onto her, this woman always had an endless array of tricks to counter them.

If he used the tag-swapping ability a few more times, he might have a chance to fight back, but if it attracted more Mystic Sword Sect cultivators, he'd definitely be done for here.

Spirit Fire Technique, Tornado Technique, Myriad Image Sword Technique...

In just half an hour, Fang Huai had experienced over a dozen spells from the Mystic Sword Sect.

"Why is this crazy woman so strong?"

Fang Huai refreshed her status a few times and finally figured out the reason.

[Elder's Daughter]...

Righteous sects were something else—an elder's daughter, indeed. She was barely in her twenties and had already learned so many exquisite spells.

Still, he wasn't envious.

Righteous sects valued spirit root aptitude and family background above all. Someone like Fang Huai wouldn't even qualify to be a menial servant there.

"Explosive Flame Technique!"

A sharp shout rang out, and a burst of flames grazed past Fang Huai's ear.

The hair that had just grown back on his new skin was instantly singed to a crisp.

"You bitch, this is already Corpse Sha Sect territory! Get lost!"

He tried to shout her away, but instead, the woman bristled like a hedgehog:

"How dare you insult me like that! If I don't kill you today, I swear I won't stop!"

Seeing her casting spells even more frantically, Fang Huai's head throbbed.

Luckily, her aim and power were poor, letting him barely dodge.

At the critical moment, a roar came: "Junior brother, don't panic! We're here to save you!"

Several streams of toxic smoke shot into the air, instantly engulfing Fang Huai and the woman.

Amid the swirling smoke, a withered arm grabbed Fang Huai's ankle and dragged him out of the poison cloud.

Looking up, he saw four Corpse Sha Sect disciples hovering above the smoke, casting down a glowing Immortal-Catching Net in unison.

"Thank you, senior brothers, for the rescue!"

Truly the style of a demon sect—ambush, poison, capture, all in one smooth motion.

"You're... Fang Huai?" The man's face showed surprise. "Fourth layer of Qi Refining—you've reached the mid stage?"

"You are?"

Fang Huai looked at the other man and recognized him as Meng Yi, the one who'd directed him to Skinning Peak at the Outer Sect Hall: "Senior Brother Meng!"

"Junior Brother Fang, I didn't expect you to have advanced in cultivation and developed such good poison resistance."

Meng Yi's face showed approval: "This Five-Insect Rot-Spirit Poison of mine can take down even a seventh-layer Qi Refining cultivator, yet you came through unscathed!"

"Heh, it's not really poison resistance. I just temporarily sealed my seven orifices and five senses," Fang Huai said, waving his hand.

"I see!"

Meng Yi's eyes lit up with understanding. He grabbed Fang Huai's hand and looked him over from head to toe:

"Your whole body is crystalline, your Sha Qi is rich, your spiritual energy flows freely, and your new skin is nearly perfect. I wonder how long your Sha Spirit Root has grown?"

What an intrusive question!

What cultivator would ask such a private question face to face?

But since the other had guided him before and saved him again, he still had to show respect:

"Ashamed to say, less than an inch!"

Seeing Meng Yi about to speak again, he quickly changed the subject:

"Brother Meng, why are you and the other brothers carrying an Immortal-Catching Net? Were you specifically here to capture Mystic Sword Sect cultivators?"

Meng Yi didn't hide it: "As expected of someone like me—born without spiritual roots yet still reaching mid-stage Qi Refining. Truly sharp-witted."

He helped Fang Huai closer to the woman trapped in the Immortal-Catching Net.

The woman in the net had already woken up, her eyes still a bit dazed. Seeing Fang Huai, she gritted her teeth and cursed:

"Shameless scoundrel! No wonder you deliberately provoked me earlier and lured me into demon sect territory. So this was an ambush all along!"

[Li Sirou] [Qi Refining Layer 5] [Low-Browed Misfortune (White)] [Poisonous Miasma Infusion (White)] [Low-Browed Misfortune (White): Not a good day to go out. Going out will surely bring disaster.]

Fang Huai was speechless. If you hadn't chased me to death, would you have run into this kind of bad luck?

"Brother, what use do you have for these Mystic Sword Sect disciples?"

His gaze swept over the woman in the net, and he couldn't help recalling what happened in the Human Puppet Hall.

Even ordinary mortals suffered such inhuman treatment. A female cultivator with looks like hers would likely meet an even more miserable fate.

"Remember what I told you? As long as you're diligent, there will be rewards!"

Meng Yi said seriously: "The reason I could break through to mid-stage and even late-stage Qi Refining is that I was diligent enough, always thinking about how to earn contribution points.

Capturing Mystic Sword Sect disciples in exchange for contribution points is the moneymaking method I came up with recently.

Just lie in ambush at the edge of the sect's territory, wait for fools to walk right in, and earn contribution points lying down."

Seeing Li Sirou in the Immortal-Catching Net glaring viciously at Fang Huai, he immediately kicked her. She shrank back in fear.

Fang Huai glanced at Li Sirou and said loudly: "Brother, I think this Mystic Sword Sect disciple's eyes are quite nice. Could you give me one?"

Meng Yi was slightly stunned and hesitated: "If you gouge out her eyes, her value drops a lot. If Junior Brother really likes her, why not buy the whole thing?"

Fang Huai thought Meng Yi was playing along to scare Li Sirou, and said:

"Brother knows I'm just an ordinary disciple with not many contribution points. I'm not sure I can afford this pretty female cultivator from Mystic Sword Sect."

"Those of us without spiritual roots don't earn contribution points easily."

After thinking it over, Meng Yi gritted his teeth and said: "From the first moment I saw you, I felt we should have met long ago.

How about this—I'll sell her for only eight thousand contribution points. When Junior Brother achieves great cultivation in the future, don't forget my kindness..."

"This woman has decent looks and decent cultivation. Buy her, keep her well for a few days, and then letting her go back to Mystic Sword Sect isn't out of the question."

Fang Huai glanced at Li Sirou and saw a glimmer of hope light up in her eyes.

He changed his tone: "Unfortunately, she's been glaring at me and cursing me. At this rate, I'd rather buy a capable male cultivator."

"You!"

Li Sirou finally realized she'd been toyed with. Just as she was about to curse loudly, Meng Yi used a poison technique to knock her out.

Meng Yi patted Fang Huai on the shoulder, looking like he understood completely:

"Since Junior Brother likes men, next time I catch a suitable one, I'll send someone to Skinning Peak to notify you right away."

"Brother, I'll take my leave!"