Clearly, Fufeng Daoist did not care in the slightest about a few hundred contribution points and did not take them to heart.
Even if Yang Chen had been willing to offer that amount, Fufeng Daoist would have been too lazy to ask for it.
Yang Chen answered truthfully, "This junior has more than thirteen hundred contribution points. I wonder whether they might catch your eye, Senior?"
"Oh? More than thirteen hundred contribution points?" Fufeng Daoist raised his brows. He was not surprised by the number itself, but rather that so many contribution points were actually in Yang Chen's possession.
"You have only been in the sect for two months. Where did you get so many contribution points?" Fufeng Daoist asked.
Yang Chen hurriedly replied, "Right after this junior entered the sect, I undertook a Purgatory Gate mission. By a stroke of luck, I killed quite a few Purgatory Gate disciples, which was how I obtained this many contribution points. Furthermore, the favor this junior wishes to ask of you is also related to that mission."
Fufeng Daoist laughed. "Kid, now that you put it that way, you have truly piqued my interest. I am quite curious what went wrong in that mission where you earned over a thousand contribution points in one go, that you need my help. Of course, let me put the ugly words first: thirteen hundred contribution points are not much, but since I find you pleasing to the eye, if you are willing to give me all your contribution points, I will help you!"
"This junior is willing!" Yang Chen agreed without the slightest hesitation.
Though it was a great pity, contribution points could be earned again, while the Ling family's matter could not be delayed.
Fufeng Daoist said, "Very well. Tell me the whole story."