Then, streaks of light suddenly appeared from the small box. Yang Chen had no idea what those lights represented, but Old Man Nie seemed to understand something. With a sweep of his sleeve, he erased the lights, then stared unblinkingly at the box and murmured, "Kid, how did you do it? On the battlefield, military merit is the hardest thing to accumulate. Even if one treads on thin ice and painstakingly gathers some, one may still lose one's life on the battlefield at any moment, reducing everything to ashes. Let alone one hundred thousand military merits—even true god stage experts find them difficult to amass. How did you manage it with your strength? Don't tell me you even made it onto the Crouching Dragon Ranking?"
Yang Chen scratched his head. "Well... Senior Nie truly has eyes like torches. This junior happened to encounter a few fortunate opportunities on the battlefield and obtained quite a bit of military merit. As for the Crouching Dragon Ranking, this junior was fortunate enough to make it onto it as well. That was why I had some spare military merit, which I hoped Senior could help convert into contribution points."
Upon hearing Yang Chen's words, Old Man Nie rubbed his brow, a trace of shock appearing on his face. Only after a short while did he gradually regain his composure.
The corners of his lips rose. "It seems I've stayed in this place for too long. I didn't even know that the outside world had produced such an outstanding genius as you. Hehehe, I truly never expected it. I had thought the Profound Dao Sect had already begun going downhill, gradually declining into ruin. To be able to see someone like you is truly wonderful... Little fellow, I've already converted your contribution points."
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