Ninety-seven contribution points were squandered by Jun Changxiao in a single night.

No help for it—having come to this world, if he wanted to become stronger, he had to make investments.

“Next, I’ll just wait for sect quests to appear so I can earn achievement points to improve sect development.”

Jun Changxiao murmured.

No side quests, and no idea what the hidden quests were either.

Right now, he could only rely on improving sect development to expand the member limit and obtain contribution points.

“Sect Leader.”

Li Qingyang came over and said, “We’re out of money.”

“Out of money again?”

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.

This guy came asking for money every day, not knowing how to spend it sparingly at all.

Li Qingyang said, “Sect Leader, the sect was too dilapidated. Renovation is equivalent to reconstruction, so naturally it costs more money.”

“Fine.”

Jun Changxiao tossed him several more banknotes and said, “In three more days, those junior disciples of yours will come to report. Can you finish the renovation?”

Li Qingyang said, “Should be no problem.”

“Good then.”

Jun Changxiao waved his hand. “Go get busy.”

Li Qingyang took his leave, while Jun Changxiao sat cross-legged in the courtyard and began circulating the Tranquil Heart Manual.

Without contribution points, he could only honestly engage in traditional cultivation.

However, after a full day, the spiritual power condensed in his dantian at an extremely slow rate, making Jun Changxiao realize that the higher one’s realm, the harder the meridians were to break through!

“Sigh.”

He sighed. “If only I had endless contribution points, that would be wonderful.”

…

The second day.

Jun Changxiao stopped cultivating, got up and walked out of the inner courtyard toward the outer courtyard.

During this period, he’d been completely absorbed in cultivation. Regarding the sect renovation, aside from providing money daily, he’d paid absolutely no attention.

The Iron Bone Clanging Sect occupied about a hundred acres, divided into inner and outer courtyards. The inner courtyard was where the sect leader and disciples lived, while the outer courtyard was for martial practice and cultivation.

When Jun Changxiao walked along the winding path paved with cobblestones and entered the outer courtyard, the expression on his face instantly froze.

Before his eyes, what should have been a scene of ruined great halls was not only completely renewed but featured vermillion ridges and jade-green tiles, with even the stone steps carved with jade railings!

The pillars supporting the main beams had been repainted, carved with lifelike birds and beasts.

Many pavilion buildings had also been added to both sides of the outer courtyard, looking extremely grand and imposing!

Between the main hall and the main gate was a large martial arts training ground, paved with bluestone slabs—one could tell at a glance that the materials were extremely high-end!

Even more impressive.

In the spare areas of the outer courtyard, there were not only ponds and artificial mountains, but also towers, terraces, and pavilions for resting and leisurely appreciation!

To design such a small area so rationally—only an architectural master could accomplish this!

“This is this sect leader’s sect?”

Jun Changxiao stood in place, having the illusory sensation of being in a dream.

He even secretly wondered if he’d transmigrated again—transmigrated into some dynasty’s imperial palace courtyard?

Not a dream—it was real!

Because Li Qingyang walked out from the main hall, came before him and said, “Sect Leader, are you satisfied with the outer courtyard renovation?”

This wasn’t a renovation—this was complete reconstruction!

“Satisfied!”

Jun Changxiao said, “Extremely satisfied!”

Saying this, he got up and headed toward the great hall.

Upon entering, he was shocked again, because the floor was similarly paved with neat stone slabs, with rows of redwood chairs placed on both sides—it could be called the height of luxury!

“Sect Leader.”

Li Qingyang pointed to the extraordinarily imposing seat at the head and said, “Your throne is made from thousand-year-old nanmu wood.”

“Is that so?”

Jun Changxiao plopped down onto it and immediately felt it was much more comfortable than the previous broken chair that creaked and groaned.

He naturally rested his arms on the armrests, quite satisfied. “Excellent, excellent!”

This was what a sect should look like.

“Sect Leader.”

Jun Changxiao handed him a ledger and said, “This contains the detailed expenditures of the renovation silver. Please review it.”

Truly worthy of coming from a prestigious family—the silver spent on reconstruction was all recorded meticulously, ensuring accounts could be verified.

“Qingyang.”

Jun Changxiao took the ledger, casually flipping through it while praising, “Your performance has made this sect leader very satis—”

His voice came to an abrupt halt.

Because, flipping to the last page of the ledger, he clearly saw the total expenditure recorded there was—four thousand six hundred and fifty taels!

Jun Changxiao nearly jumped up. “You spent this much!”

Saying this, he hastily looked inward at his spatial ring and discovered only a pitiful three hundred taels in banknotes remained inside!

Sect Leader Jun had been busy cultivating these past few days. Whenever Li Qingyang came asking for money, he just gave it without paying attention to how much he gave or how much remained.

Contribution points exhausted, and the silver he’d earned was nearly gone too.

This made Jun Changxiao wail inwardly, “How are we supposed to get by in the future!”

“Sect Leader.”

Li Qingyang said, “This disciple plans to renovate the inner courtyard as well. It will probably cost about four thousand taels.”

“Pfft!”

Jun Changxiao collapsed onto the nanmu chair, spitting white foam.

…

Money was a good thing.

Wherever it was spent, that place became good!

Under Li Qingyang’s lavish transformation, the dilapidated Iron Bone Clanging Sect was completely renewed and finally had the appearance a sect should have.

Only, every time he thought of the deceased four thousand-plus taels in banknotes, Sect Leader Jun had the impulse to hug a pillar and weep bitterly.

He actually didn’t care that much about money, but tomorrow disciples would come to report—with so many people, didn’t they need to eat, drink, and relieve themselves? Didn’t they each need two sets of sect robes? What could the remaining few hundred taels do!

“Sigh.”

Sitting on the stone steps with their jade-carved railings, Jun Changxiao was not only worrying about how to obtain contribution points but also about how to earn money to support the sect’s daily expenses.

“Qianqian.”

He appealed for help. “Is there any method to make money quickly?”

“Go rob people.”

Lu Qianqian said indifferently. “Money comes fast.”

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched. “My Iron Bone Clanging Sect is at least a righteous orthodox sect. How could we do such despicable, underhanded deeds that martial artists would disdain!”

Lu Qianqian said, “Then sell the swords.”

“This…”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin. “That’s not a bad emergency measure.”

“Sect Leader!”

Just at this moment, Li Qingyang walked in from outside and said, “The junior disciples have arrived!”

“Let them in.”

Jun Changxiao stood up, patted the dust off his bottom, and displayed the dignity befitting a sect leader.

Before long.

Over twenty disciples entered the sect one after another.

They stood in the martial arts training ground, looking at the magnificently splendid buildings around them, all wearing expressions of amazement.

Who would have thought our sect was so high-end and grand!

With several thousand taels in banknotes spent, how could it not be high-end and grand?

“Why are there only this few people?”

Jun Changxiao frowned. “Where are the other disciples?”

“Reporting to the Sect Leader.”

One disciple said respectfully, “Some senior and junior disciples live in rather remote mountain villages. It takes some time for them to travel here.”

“I see.”

Jun Changxiao understood and said, “Qingyang, arrange lodging for them.”

“Yes.”

Li Qingyang received the order and was about to lead his junior disciples to the inner courtyard when a weak cry came from outside the gate: “Sect… Sect Leader…”

Jun Changxiao’s brows furrowed as he hurriedly strode outside.

Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian followed as well.

The three had just reached the main gate when they saw a young man lying on the ground covered in blood!

“Junior Disciple Sun!”

Li Qingyang hurriedly crouched down, placing one hand on his pulse to examine his junior disciple’s injuries.

The wounded disciple endured the pain and said weakly, “Sect… Sect Leader, this disciple was traveling with over thirty others when we encountered bandits on the road. The junior disciples were captured…”

Before he could finish speaking, he closed his eyes, and the blood-stained letter he’d been clutching tightly also fell to the ground.

Li Qingyang said, “Sect Leader, junior disciple has only fainted. He’s not in serious danger.”

Jun Changxiao picked up the letter. Opening it, he saw a crooked line of characters written inside, the content reading: Prepare money and come to Black Mountain to ransom them within three days, or we’ll tear up the tickets.

“Damn it!”

Jun Changxiao angrily gripped the letter and said sternly, “Daring to kidnap my Iron Bone Clanging Sect’s disciples—they’re tired of living!”