Chapter 24

97 points of contribution value were overrun by Jun Changxiao overnight.

"I have no choice but to come to this world and become stronger. We have to pay."

"Next, wait for the martial mission to appear, earn achievements, and promote martial construction," Xun Jun Changxiao murmured.

He annihilated side missions and didn't know what hidden missions were. Currently, he could only rely on the promotion of martial arts construction to expand the upper limit of members and obtain contribution value.

"Head."

Li Qingyang approached and said, "No money."

"No more money?"

Jun Changxiao twitched at the corner of his mouth. This guy came every day for money, not knowing to save a little.

Li Qingyang said, "Head, the martial arts are too shabby. Renovation is equal to reconstruction, so it will cost more."

"Ok."

Jun Changxiao threw him a few silver tickets and said, "There are still three days. Your teachers and brothers are coming to report. Can you finish it on time?"

Li Qingyang said, "It should be fine."

"That's fine."

Jun Changxiao waved with a smile and said, "Go and get busy."

Li Qingyang resigned and left, and Jun Changxiao sat in the courtyard and began to meditate.

Having lost the contribution value, he could only rely on traditional practice. However, after one day, the speed at which psionic energy condensed in his Dantian was very slow. Jun Changxiao realized that the higher the realm, the harder it was to break through meridians!

"Hey."

He sighed, "If there were endless contribution values, that would be great."

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The next day, Jun Changxiao stopped practicing, got up, and walked out of the inner courtyard to the outer courtyard. During this time, he had been boring himself in practice and had not inquired about daily repairs except for giving money.

The Tiegu School covered an area of ​​about 100 acres and was divided into an inner courtyard and an outer courtyard. The inner courtyard was where the disciples lived, and the outer courtyard was where the martial arts practice took place.

As Jun Changxiao walked across the cobbled pavement, he entered the outer courtyard, his expression calm. 

In front of his eyes should have been a derelict hall, but it was now renewed, with red walls and jade steps. Even the stone staircase was carved with jade!

The pillars supporting the main beam were repainted and engraved with lifelike birds and animals. There were also many loft buildings on both sides of the outer courtyard, looking very magnificent!

Outside the main hall and the middle area of ​​the gate, there was a large performance martial arts field, lined with bluestone slabs. At a glance, the materials were very high-end!

In the free space of the outer courtyard, there were ponds and rockeries, and pavilions for rest and sightseeing!

The small place was arranged so reasonably, only a master architect could do it!

"This is the school of this seat?"

Jun Changxiao stood in place, feeling like it was all a dream. He even wondered if he had crossed again to the inner court of a certain dynasty.

It was not a dream, it was true! Because Li Qingyang stepped out of the main hall, came to him, and said, "Head, are you satisfied with the renovation of the outer courtyard?"

"This isn't renovation; this is simply a rebuild!"

"Satisfied!" Jun Changxiao said, "Very satisfied!"

He got up and went to the hall. Upon entering, he was shocked, as the ground was lined with neat slate, and there were mahogany chairs on both sides, extremely luxurious!

"Head," Li Qingyang pointed to the extraordinary first seat, "Your throne is made of millennium nanmu."

"Is it?" Jun Changxiao sat up, feeling much more comfortable than the crunchy broken chair.

His arms rested naturally on the armrests, quite satisfied: "Nice, very nice!"

This was what a martial art should look like.

"Head," Li Qingyang handed over an account book, saying, "This is the detailed expenditure of refurbishing. Please review it."

As expected of a famous origin, the money spent on rebuilding was meticulously recorded.

"Qingyang," Jun Changxiao praised as he flipped through the ledger, "Your performance makes this seat full of..."

The voice stopped abruptly. Turning to the last page of the account book, he saw the total expenditure: 4,652 silver taels!

Jun Changxiao almost jumped up, "It cost so much!"

He hurriedly looked into his space ring and found that there were only three hundred and twenty silver tickets left!

Jun Changxiao had been busy with cultivation for the past few days. He gave Li Qingyang money without caring about how much he gave or how much was left.

The contribution value was exhausted, and not much money was left. This made Jun Changxiao shout inwardly, "How can we live in the future!"

"Head," Li Qingyang said, "The disciples plan to rebuild the inner courtyard. It will cost about 4,200 silver taels."

"Ugh!"

Jun Changxiao slumped on the nanmu chair, spitting white foam.

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Saving money is a good thing. But the expenses were overwhelming!

Under the great transformation of Li Qingyang, the shabby Iron Bone School was renewed, looking like a proper martial art.

However, thinking of the loss of more than four thousand silver taels, Jun Changxiao had the urge to cry.

He didn't really care about money, but his disciples would report tomorrow. So many people needed to eat, drink, and have basic necessities. What could he do with a few hundred silver taels?

"Hey," sitting on the stone ladder carved with jade, Jun Changxiao worried about how to get contribution value and how to make money for the daily expenses of the martial arts.

"Qianqian," he asked for help, "Are there any quick ways to make money?"

"Go rob," Lu Qianqian said faintly, "It's fast."

Jun Changxiao smiled wryly and said, "I'm the head of the Iron Bone School, a well-known sect. How can I do such despicable things!"

Lu Qianqian said, "Then sell the sword."

"This..." Jun Changxiao held his chin, "might be a temporary solution."

"Head!" At that moment, Li Qingyang walked in from the outside and said, "Sisters and brothers are here!"

"Let them come in."

Jun Changxiao stood up, patting the dust off, showing the majesty a head should have.

After a while, more than twenty disciples entered the martial arts one after another, standing on the performance stage and looking around at the magnificent buildings.

They did not expect their martial arts to be so high-end!

Several thousand silver taels were spent, so it had to be high-end!

"Why so few people?" Jun Changxiao frowned, "Where are the other disciples?"

"Head," a disciple said respectfully, "Some brothers and sisters live in remote mountain villages and it takes time to get here."

"So that's it," Jun Changxiao understood, "Qingyang, let them settle in."

"Yes," Li Qingyang took his masters and brothers to the inner court, but they heard a weak shout from the door, "Head...head..."

Jun Changxiao frowned and hurriedly went out quickly. Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian followed.

As soon as they arrived at the gate, they saw a teenager lying on the floor covered in blood!

"Brother Sun!" Li Qingyang squatted down, put one hand on the pulse to investigate his injury.

The injured disciple bore the pain and said weakly, "Head...the disciples, over 30 of them, met a mountain thief ambush on the road. The teachers and disciples were abducted..."

Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and the blood-stained letter clenched in his hand fell to the ground.

Li Qingyang said, "Head, Brother Sun just passed out. It's not a big deal."

Jun Changxiao picked up the letter, opened it, and saw a crooked line written on it: "Prepare money to redeem in Montenegro within three days, or else..."

"Oh shit!" Jun Changxiao angrily held the letter, "Dare to rob my disciples? They must be tired of living!"