Chapter 93

At the entrance of the Martial Arts Pavilion, quite a few disciples stood, making it quite lively.

The Martial Arts Pavilion of the Wind Sword Sect was open to all members of the Wind Sword Sect, whether they were outer sect disciples, inner sect disciples, or even the high-ranking core disciples.

Of course, core disciples naturally had better resources and would hardly look at the things in this Martial Arts Pavilion, so the chances of them coming here were almost zero.

Therefore, the disciples who came here were mostly from the outer and inner sects, with the inner sect disciples being the majority. Although the outer sect disciples were extremely eager to enter, there was still a threshold to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion, and that threshold was contribution points.

This Martial Arts Pavilion had a total of three floors. The threshold for the first floor was one hundred contribution points, for the second floor it was one thousand contribution points, and to reach the top third floor, it required ten thousand contribution points.

Because of this, many disciples could only stand here and look, as they did not yet have enough contribution points to enter. To get in, they would have to go to the mission building to complete some tasks and earn enough contribution points.

However, contribution points were not a problem for Lu Xuan and his group. After casually glancing at the appearance of the Martial Arts Pavilion, Lu Xuan lost interest. What attracted people to the Martial Arts Pavilion was not its shape, but its contents.

"Let's go in and take a look." Lu Xuan led the way to the entrance of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

At the entrance of the Martial Arts Pavilion, a middle-aged martial artist dressed as an attendant lazily sat behind a desk, apparently responsible for overseeing the Martial Arts Pavilion. Lu Xuan only glanced at him and then walked straight in without paying much attention.

"Stop." Just as Lu Xuan was about to step in, the attendant called out to stop them, his tone not particularly polite.

Lu Xuan's brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed. Although he had made a big impression during the sect entry test, in the vast Wind Sword Sect with thousands of disciples, probably only the new disciples knew him. At the moment, he had no right to act arrogantly.

Seeing Lu Xuan and the others turn their attention to him, the attendant lazily glanced at the four of them and asked, "Newcomers?"

Lu Xuan nodded.

"No wonder you don't know the rules." The middle-aged attendant muttered, then slowly sat up straight, waved at Lu Xuan and the others, and said, "To enter the Martial Arts Pavilion, you need to be qualified. Take out your badges, please swipe them to enter. This is the first rule of entering the Martial Arts Pavilion."

Lu Xuan had no reason to refuse the middle-aged attendant's request; this was the rule of the Wind Sword Sect. He immediately took out his badge, and Lin Xinyi and the others naturally followed suit. Xia Ye and Xing Feng had received thousands of contribution points as rewards, and Lin Xinyi had one hundred points, which was enough to enter the first floor.

"Where do we swipe?" Lu Xuan looked around but did not see any place to swipe.

Looking at the badges in Lu Xuan and the others' hands, the middle-aged attendant's eyes flashed with a greedy look, and he chuckled, "Swiping to enter is just the first rule. Now I'll teach you the second rule."

As he spoke, the attendant took out a badge from his own body, which was green, representing his status as an attendant. If his guess was correct, it was likely his own badge.

Just as Lu Xuan and the others were puzzled, he pointed to his badge and said, "Each of you transfer ten contribution points to this. This is the second rule."

"Why should we?" Before Lu Xuan could speak, Xia Ye was already angry. This guy was clearly using his position to forcibly take the disciples' contribution points.

Lu Xuan did not speak, just looking at the attendant, waiting for his response.

"What, do you want to fight?" The middle-aged attendant's face darkened, and he looked at Lu Xuan and the others with a cold smile. "Newcomers should have the right attitude. Even the older disciples have to listen to me if they want to enter. This is the second rule, don't you understand?"

Managing the Martial Arts Pavilion was a lucrative job. Disciples with insufficient strength had to give the attendant some respect to enter. This was almost a tradition in the Wind Sword Sect. So, facing Xia Ye's challenge, this guy was not at all concerned. A few new disciples couldn't cause any trouble. Every year when new disciples entered the sect, it was his best time to collect. If he couldn't suppress Lu Xuan and the others, how could he collect from other disciples later? He couldn't set a bad precedent.

Xia Ye was about to challenge again but was stopped by Lu Xuan. They had just entered the Wind Sword Sect and were not yet familiar with its rules. It was not advisable to be too high-profile. Since this guy dared to extort extra fees so brazenly, it was likely a long-standing tradition. With his current strength, Lu Xuan was not yet capable of breaking this tradition.

"Fine, it's only forty contribution points in total." Lu Xuan said calmly, but his eyes were fixed on the attendant's face, memorizing his appearance. Although he was yielding this time, when he had the strength to break this rule, he would make him pay back with interest.

Seeing Lu Xuan yield, the attendant's face showed a mocking look. "Good for you, do it quickly. Don't waste my time. Remember this rule, so you won't need to ask next time."

"Lu Xuan, I only have one hundred contribution points. If I transfer ten, I won't qualify to enter." Lin Xinyi bit her lip and said. As the daughter of the Lin family in Lincheng, she was usually pampered and had never had to ask for help.

"Can she be exempted?" Lu Xuan asked the attendant.

"Exempted? Not a chance! If any of you have extra, you can help her. Do it quickly, no more talk." The attendant waved his hand impatiently.

Xia Ye's anger flared up again. When he was a second-generation in Lincheng, he had never been treated like this. Just as he was about to ignore Lu Xuan's restraint and lash out, a noisy group of five people pushed through the crowd and approached Lu Xuan and the others. One of them led the way, and the other four followed closely behind. However, this group did not even look at Lu Xuan and the others. One of the four stepped forward and said impatiently to the attendant, "Hand over the stuff."

The attendant glanced at the newcomers, and the stern face he had shown to Lu Xuan instantly turned into a smile, his change of expression was astonishing.

"Ah, Young Master Lin, please wait a moment." The attendant said with a smile, then magically produced something. Lu Xuan noticed that it had a slot, perfectly matching the width of the badges.

Seeing this, the disciples did not hesitate, each taking out their badges and swiping them through the slot, followed by a "beep" sound.

Even the leader, called Young Master Lin, did not make an exception, obediently swiping his badge. Then the five of them entered the Martial Arts Pavilion without further delay.

Watching the backs of the five, Lu Xuan's eyes flashed with understanding. The first rule the attendant mentioned, swiping to enter, seemed to be correct. But the second rule...

"Why don't they need to transfer contribution points to you?" Lu Xuan nodded toward the five and asked the attendant.

"What, do you want to be like them?" After Young Master Lin left, the middle-aged martial artist's smile vanished, and he resumed his contemptuous sneer. "They are among the top ten on the ranking stone, likely to enter the core. You, a newcomer, why do you think you can compare to them? Don't waste my time, transfer the contribution points obediently. I'll give you three breaths, or I'll ask for twenty points instead of ten."

The middle-aged attendant's tone was threatening. He was already impatient. Usually, new disciples dared not speak up against him, but these guys were so uncooperative.

Hearing this, Lu Xuan laughed.

He had not let Xia Ye act earlier because he thought this so-called second rule was very powerful. If it was a long-standing tradition in the Wind Sword Sect, he would not dare to break it easily. He wanted to keep a low profile when he first entered the sect.

However, he did not expect that just being among the top ten inner sect disciples could ignore this so-called second rule. It seemed this rule was not as unbreakable as he thought.

Since that was the case, why should he, Lu Xuan, be a pushover? His temper was not much better than Xia Ye's; he was just more patient. Now that he realized there was no need to endure, why would he suppress his anger?

"Xia Ye, swipe and enter." Lu Xuan ordered calmly.

Seeing Lu Xuan's expression, Xia Ye immediately cheered up, knowing that Lu Xuan was not going to yield.

Without further ado, he followed the example of the previous group, taking out his badge and preparing to swipe it.

"Clack." The middle-aged attendant's right hand swung, pressing on the slot, his face dark. "You refuse the polite offer and choose the harsh one. Those who do not follow the rules will not have a good end! I'll give you one last chance."

Hearing this, Lu Xuan extended his right hand, and Lin Xinyi, being considerate, handed her sword to him.

Seeing Lu Xuan's action, the middle-aged attendant burst into laughter. "Very good, I haven't seen such a bold newcomer in a long time. Using a sword, and a member of the Sword Sect? If you were from the Blade Sect, I might be a bit wary, but a trashy Sword Sect disciple dares to be so bold and challenge me? As long as I'm here, you won't step into this Martial Arts Pavilion! Even if you invite an elder from the Sword Sect, you can do it once or twice, but can you do it eight or ten times?"

"I refuse the polite offer and choose the harsh one, I think it suits you better. I'll give you one last chance, take your hand off." Lu Xuan's lips curled into a smile.

"A fifth-level Body Tempering newcomer dares to challenge me? Provoking an attendant, though not punishable by death, is enough to expel you from the Wind Sword Sect." Facing Lu Xuan's challenge, the middle-aged attendant sneered. His strength was not great, but he had reached the seventh level of Body Tempering, and after being in the Wind Sword Sect for so long, his combat ability was not weak. A mere fifth-level Body Tempering newcomer was not a concern for him.

"It seems you're going to choose the harsh one." Lu Xuan smiled slightly.

The middle-aged attendant suddenly drew a single-edged sword, standing face-to-face with Lu Xuan without fear. He had made up his mind; though he dared not directly kill Lu Xuan, if he did not teach him a lesson, he would not be able to stay here.

Since he used a sword, this guy was likely from the Blade Sect before, which was not surprising. The Martial Arts Pavilion was a lucrative position, and the Blade Sect, being so powerful, would not let outsiders have it.

"I wanted to keep a low profile, but it seems someone always forces me to be high-profile." As Lu Xuan finished speaking, his entire aura erupted, a mysterious and indescribable energy instantly sweeping the surroundings.

Xia Ye and the others, within this range, felt a chill, as if a cold winter wind had suddenly blown in, making them shiver.

Xing Feng's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light!

Sword Intent!

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