Chapter 95

The next morning, just after Yang Yu got up, he logged onto the website and found a series of exchange requests.

Yang Yu carefully looked through them. Su Qi wanted to exchange for three Yuan Enhancing Pills, and also exchanged for martial arts techniques such as the Muscle Splitting Hand, the Grappling Hand, and the Phantom Leg. In the end, his 12,000 contribution points were completely spent.

As for the other twelve disciples, they were no less enthusiastic. Almost all of their contribution points were spent, but the items they exchanged were all quite suitable for their current stage, absolutely the best for them to use.

Yang Yu did a quick calculation.

There were a total of 60,900 contribution points outside, and now 57,000 had been spent. Out of these 57,000 contribution points, 27,000 were spent on martial arts manuals, meaning he had a net gain of 2,700 exchange points.

"Wow, I'm rich now." Yang Yu almost jumped up. 2,700 exchange points, when had he ever had so many?

Suppressing his excitement, Yang Yu had these disciples come to collect their exchanged items immediately. The thirteen disciples were quick, and within half an hour, they had all collected their items.

Looking at his data in the system:

Exchange Points: 0; Contribution Points: 27,000.

Yang Yu knew that if he wished, these 27,000 contribution points could instantly be converted into 2,700 exchange points, and 2,700 exchange points were enough for him to exchange for four Yuan Ling Pills.

"With such favorable conditions, the Heavenly Dragon Sect is nothing to fear." At this moment, Yang Yu no longer took the Heavenly Dragon Sect seriously.

Adequate exchange points meant adequate resources.

Yang Yu believed that with adequate resources, even a hopeless sect would have a bright future.

On the task website:

Several of the tasks Yang Yu posted had already been accepted.

Among them:

The 'D-Class Task: Guarding Daqing Mountain' was taken by Han Hu and Sun Xiaoran. The task was limited to two people, designed specifically for them. The reward was 100 contribution points per day, which was quite good.

The 'D-Class Task: Eliminate Wang Kun' was taken by He Fan. The task had a one-month time limit but offered a high reward of 1,000 contribution points. Although the Wang family had been destroyed, Wang Kun was still alive and posed a significant threat. Yang Yu couldn't go and kill Wang Kun himself, so he posted it as a task.

The 'C-Class Task: Unify the Underground Forces of Jinghai City' was a long-term task that couldn't be completed in a day or two. However, the rewards were substantial, with a certain number of contribution points awarded for each gang eliminated.

The 'D-Class Task: Protect Liu Xueyao' was naturally taken by Wang Xing and his two companions. Now that Liu Xueyao was handling the Wang family's affairs, there was a risk of danger. With these three people by her side, he felt reassured. The task also offered 100 contribution points per day.

As for other tasks:

For example, the 'D-Class Task: Write down your experience in practicing a martial art, 200 contribution points.' and the 'D-Class Task: Investigate the Heavenly Dragon Sect, 500 contribution points.' and the 'Unranked Task: Create a martial art, reward contribution points based on the level of the martial art.'

...

Regardless of whether they were practical or not, the task website was now well-populated. Other tasks would naturally be added over time, and these tasks would definitely benefit the development of the Hua Tian Sect.

By evening,

Yang Yu looked at the invitation in his hand and began to tidy up his clothes.

Gongsun Yunshang's sword dance was scheduled for sunset, and it was written that she would dance with the evening glow, lasting about half an hour.

As for the location of the sword dance:

Jinghai Pavilion.

"Xueyao, I have something to go out for." Yang Yu told Liu Xueyao and then left.

Yang Yu had heard of Jinghai Pavilion before, but this place wasn't somewhere just anyone could go. Even the top dignitaries of Jinghai City sometimes couldn't enter.

Driving for nearly an hour, Yang Yu finally arrived at Jinghai Pavilion.

Jinghai Pavilion lived up to its name, with both scenery and sea.

Built right by the sea.

As he approached, he could faintly hear the sound of the waves.

From a distance, Jinghai Pavilion looked like a palace made up of many pavilions. Inside, it was quite different. It was said that there were nine pavilions inside, each corresponding to a different landscape. Each pavilion was a unique and incomparable beauty.

"Sir, which pavilion are you going to?" A receptionist greeted Yang Yu at the entrance of Jinghai Pavilion.

"Plum Blossom Pavilion." Yang Yu replied without hesitation.

"Sir, the Plum Blossom Pavilion is special. Please show your invitation." The receptionist said respectfully.

Yang Yu nodded and took out the golden invitation.

"Please go in."

The receptionist checked the invitation and bowed slightly.

Yang Yu walked in, constantly looking around at the scenery. This was his first time here, but after taking just a few steps, he knew it was worth coming. He saw many incredible things.

"Beautiful." Yang Yu sincerely praised, "Incredible, what month is it now? The chrysanthemums by the roadside are already in bloom, and I can smell the fragrance of plum blossoms. Which direction is it coming from?"

"Sir, the beauty of Jinghai Pavilion lies in the various plants that defy the seasons. Plum blossoms and chrysanthemums are just two of them." The receptionist explained.

Yang Yu nodded, though he was surprised, he didn't say anything more. He just kept walking and looking, feeling a bit reluctant to leave. There were no grand buildings, and the decorations were simple, but the flowers were enough.

"Here, sir, please go in." The receptionist said.

Yang Yu came to his senses and looked up at an arched door, seeing that it was indeed the Plum Blossom Pavilion. Looking inside, he saw many peach blossoms.

"These are peach blossoms." Yang Yu muttered to himself, but with the plum blossoms and chrysanthemums already in bloom, it wasn't surprising to see peach blossoms blooming.

He stepped in.

After walking about a hundred meters, Yang Yu saw about thirty to forty people sitting cross-legged. Each person had a cushion under them, and in front of them was a square table with drinks. In front of these people was a hexagonal pavilion, but the six sides were blocked by curtains, and only a silhouette could be faintly seen.

"Gongsun Yunshang!" Yang Yu guessed and walked over.

Hearing Yang Yu's footsteps, many people turned to look. Yang Yu carefully observed and found that there was only one empty cushion left.

"Could that be my seat?"

Yang Yu looked at the middle position in the front row. This position was too prominent and too close to the pavilion.

"Brother, may I see your invitation?" A maid dressed in traditional attire walked over, which made Yang Yu very curious. Was he in a穿越 (time travel) scenario? This place looked like a gathering of ancient literati, and the maid called him "brother."

"Oh, is this it?" Yang Yu quickly handed over his invitation.

The maid was immediately surprised when she saw the golden invitation, as only those sitting in the front row received golden invitations.

"Position three." The maid looked at the traditional character '三' (three) on the invitation and pointed to the front row. "Brother, that's your seat. Please sit down quickly, the sword dance will start soon."

Yang Yu slowly walked over, but soon his expression became increasingly serious.

Martial artists, all martial artists.

Yang Yu could feel their auras. Among the thirty to forty people, the ones at the back were all Yellow-level martial artists, and these martial artists were emitting a provocative aura.

Yang Yu ignored them and continued forward. The aura here became even stranger, beyond his understanding. He estimated that there were about a dozen people with such auras.

"They are all Xuan-level martial artists, a dozen Xuan-level martial artists." Yang Yu was extremely surprised. Who said there were no martial artists in Jinghai City? Here he saw a dozen Xuan-level martial artists.

"Damn, this is a big joke."

Yang Yu now wanted to drag Tang Wei out and do something to her. Was she deliberately trying to get him into trouble? It was just a sword dance, why were there so many martial artists, and the lowest level was Yellow, with a dozen Xuan-level martial artists.

"Giving me such a prominent seat, isn't this just asking for trouble?" Yang Yu thought to himself.

Actually, he didn't know.

Gongsun Yunshang knew that Tang Wei didn't practice martial arts, so watching the sword dance would be pointless. Since they were good friends, she gave her the third position, so others wouldn't complain. But who knew that Tang Wei didn't come, and Yang Yu took the invitation instead.

This changed everything.

All the seats were arranged according to cultivation levels. When Yang Yu, a Yellow-level martial artist, sat in front of a group of Xuan-level martial artists, it was a big deal. It was hard for him to go unnoticed.

"Hmph!"

Several cold snorts followed, and Yang Yu was speechless. Several Xuan-level martial artists were already dissatisfied with him. He wanted to say he was innocent and knew nothing, but who would believe him?

Yang Yu now deeply understood a truth: the front row wasn't easy to occupy. It was hard to stay unnoticed, no wonder those who fought for the front row in forums always got criticized. He was now the real-life version of that.

Continuing forward, Yang Yu suddenly paused. The aura in front was even stronger. Could it be...

Yang Yu didn't dare to imagine. The five seats in front now seemed like fierce prehistoric beasts. Was a sword dance really that terrifying?