Chapter 347: Chapter 139: Ranked Geniuses, Peak of Transformation, Dragon Gate Martial Trial
Yang Jing took out his Contribution Points Jade Token and gently pressed it against the jade plate on the counter. The balance on the jade token instantly decreased by ninety-five points.
After confirming the deduction was successful, he picked up his tray, found an empty seat, and began to eat heartily.
Yang Jing finished all the food on his tray.
As the warm Exotic Beast Meat settled in his stomach, it instantly transformed into pure qi and blood that surged through his body. It flowed to every limb and bone, suffusing him with a faint warmth.
His muscles and bones felt as if they were nourished by warm water, loosening up and feeling refreshed. Even his Inner Strength began to stir restlessly, and he felt his energy levels surge.
He set down his tray, rinsed his mouth with water, and stood up to leave the dining hall. Instead of immediately returning to the Training Room on Lingxi Peak, he turned and headed toward the Steward Main Hall on the Xuanzhen Sect’s Main Peak.
’I don’t have many contribution points left. I need to exchange for more today, or I’ll run out when I need them for cultivation and meals later.’
This was already the third time he had to add to his contribution points since joining the Xuanzhen Sect.
’The Martial Dao really is an expensive pursuit,’ Yang Jing sighed to himself. ’It burns through money like water.’
He had only been in the sect for two months, but all in all, he’d already sunk twenty thousand taels of silver into it.
If not for the considerable savings he’d accumulated while tempering himself in Yuhe County years ago, he would never have been able to sustain this level of spending.
Disciples from ordinary families would likely struggle to afford even their daily Cultivation Resources if they stayed on Fushan Island for too long without advancing to the Inner Sect, given the astronomical costs.
Before long, Yang Jing arrived at the foot of the Xuanzhen Sect’s Main Peak.
Looking up, the Main Peak was majestic and towering, its slopes wreathed in clouds and mist. It was more solemn and grand than Lingxi Peak, but there were few disciples to be seen along the path, making it far less lively than the Seven Veins Peaks.
Having been in the sect for some time, he had come to understand many of its internal affairs.
The Main Peak had the fewest disciples. The foundation of the Xuanzhen Sect rested on the Seven Veins, where the vast majority of the sect’s disciples and resources were concentrated. The Main Peak was more responsible for coordinating the sect’s affairs than for training disciples.
Of course, the Sect Leader also took on a few talented disciples, but their numbers were far fewer than those in the Seven Veins.
The current Sect Leader of the Xuanzhen Sect was the former Peak Master of Celestial Derivation Peak. After the previous Sect Leader passed away, he took over the position and command of the entire Xuanzhen Sect due to his supreme prestige and strength.
Yang Jing mulled over these bits of sect trivia in his mind as he slowly walked up the stone steps of the Main Peak.
The mountain path wound upwards, flanked by lush trees and plants. Occasionally, he would see a few Main Peak Stewards hurry past, their expressions solemn.
Soon, a magnificent hall appeared ahead. It was built with green bricks and black tiles, its vermilion pillars carved with intricate patterns. On the plaque above, the three large words "Steward Main Hall" were written in a powerful and vigorous script, radiating an immense sense of authority.
Yang Jing paused in front of the Steward Main Hall for a moment, gazing at the now-familiar grand building.
He had exchanged for contribution points here on two previous occasions, so the initial feelings of unfamiliarity and awe were long gone.
The longer he spent in the Xuanzhen Sect, the more he understood its various systems.
The person with the highest status in the sect was the Sect Leader, who managed all affairs of the Xuanzhen Sect, large and small.
Below him were the Seven Vein Peak Masters, each in charge of one vein and wielding considerable power.
Further down were the Main Peak Elders, whose status was slightly higher than that of the Seven Vein Elders and the seven head disciples, though not by much. All of them were the core strength of the sect.
As for the Main Peak Stewards and disciples, and the Seven Veins Stewards and disciples below them, there was no clear hierarchy. Their standing was determined solely by their own cultivation and strength.
Yang Jing pulled his thoughts back to the present and stepped into the Steward Main Hall. The interior was spacious and bright, with numerous counters lining both sides, each handling different affairs in an orderly fashion.
He walked straight to the counter where he had exchanged for contribution points before, gave a slight nod to the Steward behind it, and then took a stack of silver notes from his robes. Placing them gently on the counter, he said, "Greetings, Steward. I’d like to exchange these for twenty thousand contribution points, please."
’The contribution points from these twenty thousand taels’ worth of silver notes should be enough to cover my cultivation expenses for a while.’
The Steward behind the counter glanced up at Yang Jing. Seeing his green robes, he knew Yang Jing was an outer sect disciple, but he showed no neglect. He reached out, picked up the silver notes, and carefully verified the amount.
After confirming the amount was correct, he took the white Contribution Points Jade Token that Yang Jing handed over and placed it on a special jade plate behind the counter. Then, he gathered a faint wisp of Inner Qi at his fingertip and lightly tapped a pattern on the plate.
A moment later, a faint white light glowed on the surface of the jade token. The concentration of Inner Qi within it visibly increased, indicating a successful transaction.
Yang Jing respectfully took back the jade token. He ran his fingers over its cool surface and looked down at the balance displayed on it. The number was clear: twenty thousand, eight hundred contribution points.
He cupped his fist in a salute to the Steward and said softly, "Thank you, Steward," before turning to leave.
But he had only taken a few steps when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a crowd gathered in front of a counter on the other side of the Steward Main Hall. Most were disciples in green or white robes, but there were a few Stewards among them as well.
Everyone was looking toward the area behind the counter, discussing something in low voices with varied expressions on their faces.
A flicker of curiosity stirred in Yang Jing’s heart. He paused instinctively, then changed direction and walked toward the crowd.
Yang Jing stopped at the edge of the crowd.
There were a dozen or so people gathered there, but they left enough space between them that his view wasn’t obstructed.
He looked forward and saw two large lists neatly posted on the wall ahead. The lists were made of a special Qing Zhu paper, bordered with silver thread, and had a refined and orderly appearance.
Many names were written neatly on the paper with an ink brush. Beside each name was a note of their corresponding vein and some brief information. The calligraphy was powerful and vigorous, yet clear and legible.
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