Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, and the other disciples continued going to Qingyang Village to do tasks, while the others began their day of cultivation—not on the martial arts training ground, but moved to an empty space not far away.
Why?
Because the wandering blade master called Ma Yongning was still kneeling on the training ground, holding his broken blade in both hands in a daze.
By noon, under the scorching sun, he remained unmoved, as if he had lost his soul.
Ma Yongning’s blade wasn’t of high quality, but as a blade master, he regarded his blade as precious as life itself. Now that it had been shattered, it was equivalent to having half his life cut away.
“Sect Leader.”
Su Xiaomo said weakly: “That guy is quite pitiful. Should we hold up an umbrella for him to shade him from the sun?”
Jun Changxiao pointed at the shattered door in the distance: “My door is more pitiful than him. It was perfectly fine before being kicked to pieces.”
Just then, Ma Yongning stood up holding the broken blade and said in a deep voice: “Defeated by your sword today, Ma’s skills were inferior. In the future, I will certainly come to challenge you again!”
“Farewell!”
Putting on his conical hat and carrying the broken blade, he turned and left.
Although the blade he regarded as precious as life had been severed, he bore no grudge, because his skills were inferior—he lost convincingly.
Ma Yongning shouted loudly: “Only by knowing shame and then becoming brave can one be a true blade master!”
Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes: “Does this guy have something wrong with his head?”
…
Ma Yongning’s appearance was merely a minor interlude. After he left, the disciples returned to the training ground to continue cultivation. After eating the lunch Liu Wanshi prepared, they immediately felt life was too wonderful!
“Dudu.”
Jun Changxiao said: “There’s open space in the inner courtyard. You can use it as a vegetable garden or build livestock pens. From now on, the sect’s dining hall will be entrusted to you.”
“Mm!”
Liu Wanshi nodded, her large eyes gleaming with the radiance of bearing a heavy responsibility.
Jun Changxiao returned to the main hall, cultivating the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic while opening the system panel: “Eighty-six contribution points—how should I spend them?”
Opening the purchased items, he discovered the Low-Grade Insight Talisman’s restriction had reset. Without hesitation, he bought it.
This item could point out disciples’ shortcomings, and could also be used to rapidly cultivate and steal others’ martial techniques. Naturally, the more the better.
Jun Changxiao murmured: “Of the rewards given in the gift package, only the Escape Talisman remains. If a powerful expert comes to cause trouble, it will be difficult to deal with. I must prepare for a rainy day and buy some talismans for protection.”
He scrolled down through the shop, searching for items.
But after searching for a long time, he didn’t find any talismans. Instead, he discovered some products that looked quite good by name but were flashy without substance—essentially useless.
For example, there was a Leak-Proof Chamber Pot worth ten contribution points. The description said it had internal space, the user didn’t need to empty the chamber pot, it had a self-cleaning function, and left no odor.
If it only cost one contribution point, Jun Changxiao might consider purchasing it. After all, getting up at night to relieve oneself and then empty the chamber pot was troublesome.
There were many more bizarre products in the shop. Because they had no value, they wasted limited product slot space.
The system said: “The shop’s products encompass everything. Some may not necessarily provide strength enhancement. If the host is unsatisfied, you can refresh the shop—you might refresh some good items.”
“Trying to trick me into spending contribution points again?” Jun Changxiao understood its intentions, but after considering for a moment, he decisively chose to refresh.
“Ding!”
“Contribution Points: 66/100.”
After consuming ten contribution points, the Basic Shop presented brand new products again.
Jun Changxiao only glanced briefly and immediately saw a product called “Basic Strength Enhancement Talisman,” priced at twenty contribution points.
“So expensive?”
He opened the details. The content read—
“Item: Basic Strength Enhancement Talisman.”
“Effect: After use, can instantly increase the user’s strength by five times from the original base.”
“Duration: 60 minutes.”
“Drawback: The user’s physical foundation must be strong; otherwise, after the duration ends, it will damage muscles and bones.”
“Price: 20 contribution points.”
“Increase strength by five times?” Jun Changxiao’s eyes widened: “My strength is now close to two thousand catties. After using this, wouldn’t that be equivalent to possessing ten thousand catties of strength?”
“Buy!”
Without hesitation, purchase!
“Ding!”
“Host spent 20 contribution points, obtained Low-Grade Strength Enhancement Talisman x1, already transmitted to spatial ring.”
“Ding!”
“Sect Contribution Points: 46/100.”
…
Eighty-six contribution points—he bought two talismans and refreshed once, instantly spending forty contribution points. Jun Changxiao didn’t care. After all, contribution points were meant to be spent.
“This is only Low-Grade. There should be Mid-Grade, High-Grade types and such. The strength amplification multiplier must be even more terrifying!”
While thinking, he clicked on the Intermediate Shop. Seeing the first product priced at one thousand contribution points, he immediately returned to the Basic Shop, the corner of his mouth twitching: “An existence that can be hoped for but not reached!”
The system said: “With the host’s current cultivation level and sect construction, even if you could purchase items from the Intermediate Shop, you wouldn’t be able to use them.”
Jun Changxiao ignored it and continued browsing the Basic Shop until he saw an item and directly jumped up from his chair.
What did he see?
He saw a handgun with writing on it—Modified, Desert Eagle!
“There really are guns?”
Jun Changxiao’s mouth fell open.
When he refreshed the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic, he had wondered if he could refresh a 98K. He hadn’t expected that with the second refresh, he’d actually get a gun—albeit only a handgun.
He opened the details—
“Item: Modified, Desert Eagle.”
“Description: Original model was a 0.357 caliber Israeli handgun, later modified to be suitable for high martial worlds, uses crystal cores as energy to condense bullets for firing.”
“Effect: Fast firing rate, strong penetration.”
“Duration: Permanent.”
“Drawback: Although modified, it inherited the firearm’s consistent heavy recoil, not suitable for long-distance attacks.”
“Price: 10 contribution points.”
Jun Changxiao murmured: “So it doesn’t use bullets, but is powered by crystal cores.”
In the original owner’s memories, there was content related to crystal cores—energy cores that existed within fierce beasts. Even the lowest grade, when sold on the market, was worth at least one thousand taels.
“Should I buy it or not?” Jun Changxiao hesitated.
Although the gun was modified, he couldn’t confirm if its power was strong or not. What if someone caught the bullets with their bare hands—that would be embarrassing. Moreover, he didn’t currently have crystal cores to power it.
After hesitating for a while.
Jun Changxiao still clicked on purchase. After all, as someone from Earth, he had a special emotional attachment to guns since childhood.
“Ding!”
“Host spent 10 contribution points, obtained Modified, Desert Eagle x1, already transmitted to spatial ring.”
“Ding!”
“Sect Contribution Points: 36/100.”
Before the notification sound had ended, Jun Changxiao merged with the spatial ring and took the silver-white Desert Eagle in his hand: “Very weighty. More substantial than the toy guns I played with before.”
“Swish!”
Gripping the gun with one hand, pointing it at empty space, he said with feigned panache: “Sorry, I have a gun.”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The childish Jun Changxiao pretended to fire a few shots.
Just then, the system’s notification sound once again rang in his ears—
“Ding!”
“Huo Xiaohu plowed ten acres, completed sect task.”
“Ding!”
“Sect Achievement Points: 3/100.”
“Sect Contribution Points: 37/100.”