Chapter 8

"Steward Zhao, this is my task for today, please check it!"

At the Baosong Peak timber storage, just past noon, Ye Zhen had already made six or seven trips, delivering fifty iron-branch pines, each as thick as a bowl, to Steward Zhao, the overseer of the miscellaneous tasks.

"Hmm, so fast? Ye Zhen?" Steward Zhao, who had been dozing with his eyes half-closed, was suddenly startled awake. When he saw that the person was Ye Zhen, he couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Usually, the earlier a disciple came to the timber storage to submit their task, the more powerful and promising they were.

In the past, Ye Zhen would often only come to submit his task when the sun was about to set. But today, he had completed his task in less than two hours.

This speed was even faster than the speed of Ma Yuanwu, one of the top candidates for the Baosong Peak, by more than an hour, which left Steward Zhao in utter amazement.

Despite his surprise, Steward Zhao still inspected Ye Zhen's task and registered it.

After submitting his task, Ye Zhen, feeling incredibly elated, did not return to his residence on Baosong Peak to rest. Instead, he clutched today's unexpected gain and, under Steward Zhao's astonished gaze, headed straight to the place where he had buried the silver sent by his parents a few days ago.

Speaking of today's gain, Ye Zhen was still overjoyed even now.

After knocking out Wu Jian, Ye Zhen searched his body and unexpectedly found a silver ticket worth 500 taels.

This kind of gain, Ye Zhen naturally did not hesitate to take for himself. Wu Jian and Ma Yuanwu had colluded to rob many of their fellow disciples' family members of their wealth.

If Ye Zhen had not been more cautious, the hard-earned silver sent by Ye Tiancheng would have also been taken by Wu Jian and Ma Yuanwu.

However, the 500 taels of silver was not Ye Zhen's only gain today.

After a brief search, Ye Zhen found about twenty iron-branch pines that Wu Jian had previously cut down nearby.

Wu Jian had already forcibly taken no less than a hundred iron-branch pines from Ye Zhen. Ye Zhen thus did not hesitate to take these twenty pines for himself.

With this, Ye Zhen completed his task for the day much earlier than usual.

The place where Ye Zhen had buried the silver was quite hidden. Apart from the miscellaneous disciples, few people came to Baosong Peak. After smoothly retrieving the 200 taels of silver, Ye Zhen, now carrying 700 taels, headed straight for the main hall of Qiyun Sect.

The main hall of Qiyun Sect was responsible for registering disciples, advancing ranks, exchanging sect contribution points, and various other tasks related to the disciples' daily life, such as clothing, food, and accommodation.

Ye Zhen went to the main hall today because he had 700 taels of silver, a large sum, and planned to exchange it for some pills to enhance his cultivation.

The pills, weapons, and other items in the main hall of Qiyun Sect could not be directly purchased with silver; they could only be exchanged with sect contribution points.

Sect contribution points could generally only be obtained by completing tasks issued by the main hall. However, miscellaneous disciples did not have the资格 to complete these tasks to earn contribution points.

However, in Qiyun Sect, contribution points could be obtained by donating silver, which was the only way for miscellaneous disciples to earn contribution points.

Donating 10 taels of silver could earn one contribution point, at a ratio of 10 to 1.

For example, the Blood Essence Pill, specifically for outer disciples in Qiyun Sect, could be exchanged for 20 contribution points, or 200 taels of silver.

This price was already considered cheap. If the Blood Essence Pill were sold on the market, it could easily fetch more than 200 taels of silver.

Ye Zhen was quite lucky; the distance from Baosong Peak to the main hall of Qiyun Sect was not too far, about 50 to 60 miles. After his cultivation improved, Ye Zhen could run for an hour to reach the main hall.

As Ye Zhen approached the main hall of Qiyun Sect, figures occasionally flew swiftly through the sky, which excited him greatly.

According to Ye Zhen's knowledge, martial arts cultivation reached the fifth level of Blood Refinement and the fifth level of Essence Refinement. Once a martial artist reached the peak, they would break through to the Spirit Transformation stage.

Ye Zhen's current cultivation was only at the first level of Blood Refinement, far from the Spirit Transformation stage, where cultivators could fly through the sky.

However, Ye Zhen was not discouraged. If others could do it, he could do it too.

His first goal was to become an outer disciple of Qiyun Sect.

Only by becoming an outer disciple could he gain more cultivation resources, better cultivation techniques, and more cultivation time.

Step by step, the dream would eventually come true!

The main hall of Qiyun Sect was quite large, but there were not many disciples coming and going. Only a few older, hopeless disciples were on duty.

Although there were not many disciples, Ye Zhen, dressed in gray, stood out.

Looking around, the disciples walking in the main hall were either in black (outer disciples) or white (inner disciples). Ye Zhen, dressed in gray, was the only one of his kind today.

No one paid attention to Ye Zhen. The Qiyun Sect disciples, who greeted each other politely, ignored him when they saw his gray clothes.

Some even showed disgust and avoided him.

Worse still, some black-clothed outer disciples, instead of avoiding Ye Zhen, sped up and charged at him, forcing Ye Zhen to quickly move aside.

If a miscellaneous disciple were killed by an outer disciple, it would be considered a waste of life.

Even if the outer disciple were punished, it would be a minor punishment like standing against a wall. Fortunately, these outer disciples were always very proud and considered it beneath them to quarrel with a miscellaneous disciple.

However, when the black-clothed outer disciples faced the white-clothed inner disciples, their demeanor immediately became respectful.

The white-clothed inner disciples were always given way to.

Suddenly, the sound of air being torn apart rang out. The inner and outer disciples in the main hall all looked up, making the hall lively.

"Colorful, look, it's Senior Sister Colorful!"

As the commotion arose, a streak of colorful light rapidly descended from the sky. When the light slowed down, Ye Zhen could see that it was a woman in colorful clothes, her speed so fast that she seemed to be a blur.

When he saw her face clearly, Ye Zhen was momentarily stunned.

Transcendent!

Although the woman in colorful clothes had only a light touch of makeup and a faintly drawn eyebrow, her flowing hair and fluttering clothes gave her an ethereal, almost celestial aura.

At first glance, Ye Zhen felt a sense of inadequacy.

The arrival of the woman in colorful clothes immediately made the old stewards in the main hall perk up.

They straightened their clothes and all went to the entrance to welcome her.

"Which true disciple has descended? It turns out to be Fairy Colorful. What guidance does Fairy Colorful have for us?" the stewards asked, their expressions becoming extremely respectful.

Even the previously arrogant white-clothed inner disciples now stood in a row, respectfully welcoming her.

"Is Steward Wu here? The Steward Wu who is skilled in treating animal diseases, is he here?" Fairy Colorful, ignoring the greetings of the inner disciples, grabbed the steward in charge of the pills, He Lao, and asked urgently.

At this moment, Ye Zhen noticed that Fairy Colorful was holding a white-and-brown spotted cat.

The cat looked very cute, but it seemed to be very agitated, its fur standing on end. If not for Fairy Colorful's efforts to calm it, it might have attacked.

Steward He's face darkened, "Fairy Colorful, Steward Wu passed away last year due to his lifespan running out."

"Ah..."

Upon hearing this, Fairy Colorful looked disappointed, and her expression became increasingly anxious as the cat's cries grew more urgent.

"May I ask, Fairy Colorful, are you looking for Steward Wu to treat the cat in your arms?" Steward He asked, his expression changing.

"Exactly!" Fairy Colorful continued to soothe the cat with her slender hands, "Three days ago, Su'er suddenly became very agitated, and it has gotten worse each day. Today, she won't even eat fruit and almost bit me. I don't know why, so I came to seek Steward Wu's help, but I didn't expect..."

Steward He frowned, "Fairy Colorful, for animals, the spiritual energy you cultivate is a miraculous cure for all their ailments. Inputting a bit of it should..."

"I've tried, but it didn't work. Steward He, you are well-versed; do you have any other methods? Su'er has been with me for over ten years and is very important to me!" As she spoke, Fairy Colorful's eyes welled up with tears.

"Perhaps... I don't know the cause. However, the Beast Spirit Pill, which is used to strengthen the mountain guardian beasts, can be tried. I cannot guarantee its effectiveness, though." Steward He said.

"Bring it quickly!"

After taking several Beast Spirit Pills, Fairy Colorful, holding the cat, soared into the sky and disappeared into the distance.

Watching her leave, Ye Zhen shook his head. He was certain that the Beast Spirit Pill would have no effect on the cat, and no miraculous medicine would work.

Ye Zhen had already detected something from the cat's cries.

After Fairy Colorful left, the main hall, which had been quiet, became noisy again.

The white-clothed inner disciples, who had been respectful, became arrogant again.

The old stewards, who had been energetic, returned to their seats, lazily handling their tasks.

"Such a strict hierarchy!"

Sighing, Ye Zhen walked into the main hall, found an old steward, and took out the silver ticket, "Steward, I want to exchange for sect contribution points."

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