East Courtyard.
As the others departed, only Jiang Ning and Bai Luoyu remained in the entire courtyard.
With a flick of his right hand, Bai Luoyu snapped the folding fan in his hand shut with a swish.
"Brother Jiang, you really do make me envious. Killing two fifth-rank martial artists from the God-Worship Cult earned you a million contribution points approved for release from above."
As his words fell, Bai Luoyu raised a hand and waved.
A palm-sized cloth pouch instantly appeared on the table.
Bai Luoyu pointed his folded fan toward the pouch on the table.
"Brother Jiang, have a look. There are ten spirit stone jade tokens inside, each representing one hundred thousand contribution points."
Hearing this, Jiang Ning reached out and picked up the cloth pouch. Pulling open the string at its mouth, he immediately saw jade tokens within, each one slightly larger than an ordinary copper coin.
The jade tokens were engraved with patterns and designs he could not understand.
At this sight, even Jiang Ning's ordinarily calm heart could not help but stir with excitement.
One million contribution points meant a value equivalent to at least one million taels of silver.
It would be of enormous help to him now.
With this million contribution points in hand, he would not lack resources for a long time.
If he used them sparingly, they might even sustain his consumption until he became a grandmaster.
As for how great the expenses of becoming a grandmaster were, Lin Qingyi's situation offered some clue.
According to Lin Qingyi, a drop of Hundred-Spirit Blood was worth ten taels of gold—ten thousand taels of silver.
Ten drops would amount to one hundred thousand taels.
At the time, Lin Qingyi had only been short of that final bit. Yet just ten drops of