Ninety-seven contribution points were spent completely in the span of a single night by Jun Changxiao.
There were no solutions for it. Since he came to this new world, if he wanted to become strong, he had to pay a price.
"Next, I will wait for the sect mission to appear and earn some accomplishments to upgrade the sect construction level," Jun Changxiao mumbled.
There were no side missions. He also had no idea if there were any hidden missions.
The him now could only depend on upgrading the sect construction level to recruit more members so as to obtain more contribution points.
"Sect leader." Li Qingyang walked over. "I have no more money."
"No more money?" Jun Changxiao's lips twitched.
Li Qingyang came and asked for money every day. He did not know how to save a little or use money prudently at all.
Li Qingyang said, "Sect leader, the sect is too dilapidated. Renovating it is actually equal to rebuilding everything. This is why the expenditure is so high."
"Alright then." Jun Changxiao threw a few more banknotes to him. "There are three more days before those junior martial brothers of yours report here. Is it possible to finish the renovation then?"
"That shouldn't be a problem," Li Qingyang replied.
"Alright." Jun Changxiao waved his hands. "Go on and get busy with your tasks then."
Li Qingyang bade farewell. Jun Changxiao sat cross-legged in the courtyard and began to circulate the Tranquil Heart Art.
Without contribution points, he could only honestly proceed with the traditional method of cultivation.
However, after a day of effort, nothing much was accumulated. The speed of gathering spirit energy was extremely slow. This made Jun Changxiao realize that the higher one's cultivation was, the tougher it was to clear the blockages to open up a new meridian!
"Sigh… How good it would be if I had limitless contribution points."
…
The next day, Jun Changxiao was not cultivating. He stood up and walked out of the inner courtyard, heading to the outer courtyard.
During this period of time, he had been burying his head in cultivation. With regards to the renovation, other than giving out money daily, he did not ask about the progress.
The Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect's territory was about one hundred mu. The inner courtyard was the residence for the sect leader and disciples while the outer courtyard consisted of the drill grounds and places for cultivation.
When Jun Changxiao walked through the small path that was paved with cobblestone, there was a stunned look on his face after he entered the outer courtyard.
Before his eyes, this place, which was originally a desolate great hall, was now completely changed, exuding a feel of extravagance. Even the stone stairs were now covered in jade!
The supporting pillar was given a fresh coat of paint, and there were engravings of flying avian beasts on it.
There were several new buildings built on the two sides of the outer court. It gave off an extremely majestic appearance!
In the region between the entrance and the main hall, there was a large-scale drill ground, with bluestone slabs paving the ground. One could tell that this material was extremely high-end with just a single look!
What was even more extravagant was that…
In the empty space in the outer court, they were now ponds, fake mountains, and even pavilions that were used for relaxation and scenery viewing.
Just a small place like this had such a rational design. Most probably, only a construction grandmaster was able to do this!
"This is this seat's sect?"
Jun Changxiao stood at his original location and felt as though he was in a dream.
In fact, he was even silently wondering if he had crossed over to another world again to some inner courtyard of a royal palace of some dynasty.
Li Qingyang walked out from the main hall and went beside him as he asked, "Sect leader, are you still satisfied with the renovation of the outer court?"
How is this renovation? This is clearly a case of complete reconstruction!
Jun Changxiao smiled. "Satisfied! Extremely satisfied!"
After speaking, he headed to the great hall.
The moment he entered, he was stunned again. The ground was also paved neatly with stone slabs, and there were numerous redwood chairs placed at both sides, exuding a lavish feeling.
"Sect leader." Li Qingyang pointed to the main seat that was exuding an extraordinary feeling. "Your treasured seat was manufactured from one-thousand-year redwood."
"Is that so?" Jun Changxiao sat on it. He immediately felt that this seat was much more comfortable compared to his old tattered seat that would emit creaking sounds whenever he sat on it.
His arms naturally landed on the armrests. He said in satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad!"
This was the appearance a sect ought to have.
"Sect leader." Jun Changxiao passed over the account book. "The details of the renovation expenditure are listed within. Please take a look."
As expected of someone from a famous clan. He even noted down every single tael of silver spent in the renovation so that it could be referred to anytime.
"Ah, Qingyang." Jun Changxiao took the account book and casually flipped through it while praising, "Your performance makes this seat very satis…"
His voice suddenly stopped.
After flipping to the last page of the account book, Jun Changxiao clearly saw that the amount of total expenses was… 4,650 taels of silver!
Jun Changxiao almost leaped up. "Why is the expenditure so high‽"
After speaking, he quickly used his inner vision and peered into the interspatial ring only to discover that there were only a pitiful three hundred taels of banknotes left!
Sect Leader Jun had been busy cultivating. Every time Li Qingyang came to ask for money, he would simply give the latter some banknotes. He did not keep track of how much money he paid, nor did he notice how much money he had left.
He had spent all his contribution points and almost all his money as well.
This caused Jun Changxiao to wail in his heart. How can I live the days of the future‽
"Sect leader," Li Qingyang said. "This disciple plans to renovate the inner courtyard. I think I'll need to spend another four thousand taels."
Pu!
Jun Changxiao lay limply against the redwood chair as white froth spilled from his mouth.
…
Money was a good thing.
Wherever it was spent, that place would naturally be good as well!
With Li Qingyang's impressive reconstruction, the dilapidated Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect was completely transformed. It finally had the appearance a true sect.
Alas, whenever he thought of the four thousand taels of silver, Sect Leader Jun would feel an impulse to hug a pillar and cry.
Actually, he did not really care much about money. But when his disciples arrived the next day, it would be impossible for them not to eat anything, right? What about the sect's uniforms? What could he do with a few hundred taels of silver‽
"Sigh…"
As he sat on the jade-covered stone stairs, Jun Changxiao was not simply worried about how he could obtain contribution points. He was also worried about how should he earn money to provide for the sect's daily expenses.
"Qianqian," he implored, "are there any swift methods of earning money?"
"Let's go and commit a robbery," Lu Qianqian calmly replied. "That's the fastest way to get money."
Jun Changxiao's lips twitched. "My Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect is still a reputable sect. How can I do something so shameless? This is simply the behavior of scum!"
"Sell your sword then," Lu Qianqian replied.
"This…" Jun Changxiao touched his chin. "That can be considered an emergency response plan."
"Sect leader." At this moment, Li Qingyang walked in from outside. "The junior martial brothers are here!"
"Allow them to enter."
Jun Changxiao stood up. He patted the dust off his bum and displayed the prestige a sect leader ought to have.
Not long later, twenty disciples entered the sect one after another.
They stood at the drill grounds and had shocked looks on their faces as they stared at the imposing-looking buildings in the surroundings.
I didn't expect our sect to be so grand!
But after spending a few thousand taels of silver, how could it not be grand and imposing?
"Why are there so few people?" Jun Changxiao frowned. "Where are the other disciples?"
"Reporting to sect leader…" a disciple respectfully replied. "Some senior and junior martial brothers reside in villages that are further and more remote. They will need more time to travel here."
"So, that's the case."
"Yes."
After getting the order, Li Qingyang led the junior martial brothers to the inner court. But at this moment, a faint-sounding voice rang out from outside the entrance. "Sect… sect leader…"
Jun Changxiao frowned. He hurriedly walked out for a look.
Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian also followed after him.
When the three of them reached the entrance, they saw a young man whose body was covered in blood lying on the ground!
"Junior Brother Sun!"
Li Qingyang hurriedly squatted down and placed his hand on his junior brother's pulse to check for injuries.
That injured disciple forcefully endured the pain and continued weakly, "Sect… sect leader, there were over thirty of us in a group. We were ambushed on our way here, and the other junior martial brothers were kidnapped…"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes closed as a letter covered in blood that was held tightly in his hand fell to the ground.
"Sect leader, this junior brother has fainted, but there are no major issues," Li Qingyang said.
Jun Changxiao opened the letter. He then saw a row of crooked words. 'In three days, prepare money and head to the Black Mountain to save your people. If not, they shall all be killed.'
"F*ck!" Jun Changxiao crushed the letter in fury as he spoke in a stern voice. "Daring to abduct disciples of my Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect. They must be tired of living!"