Can Money Solve Everything?

When it came to missions, everyone had their own difficult moments.

The few people present here were only recently promoted to the outer sect.

In addition to their daily cultivation needs, they had to fork out 100 contribution points every month. It was truly a heartache for most of them.

"If I didn't spend all my time on missions, my cultivation would definitely have improved further." Jian Wenbin pretended to be a profound thinker as he said, "Ever since that incident happened in the sect, everyone has been on edge."

Members of the Raindrop Court had gone missing, and no news about them have been heard ever since. Many people guessed that Master Mei had been killed.

As a low-ranking disciples of the sect, their daily cultivation was not affected much, but they felt impetuous to some extent, nonetheless.

The Qixia sect was not alone in having troubles. Even Qingzhou and the Great Yue Dynasty was not at peace.

"You're right, Senior Brother Jian." Many disciples sighed.

Jian Wenbin saw that Yang Yi was silent. Hence, he asked, "Junior Brother Yang, you've been in the outer sect for more than a month, so you must have experienced some difficult missions. We might have the freedom to cultivate anytime we want to, but we also have invisible shackles on us."

"Uh, I've been working hard during this period of time, and I haven't been to the Mission Hall," Yang Yi said truthfully.

Jian Wenbin gave Yang Yi a deep look. He had a sour feeling.

Almost everyone here relied on donations to enter the sect. However, most of them only had enough money from their families to join the sect. After that, they had to rely on themselves for everything else.

From Yang Yi's behavior, it was obvious that he was not one of them. He reckoned that Yang Yi's family had his future cultivation needs covered.

There would always be a person who did not fit in with others in every era. Jian Wenbin was used to this.

He did not feel good about this, but what else could he do? Could he rob the rich disciples of their money? The richer the person was, the more he did not dare to rob them. Who knew how influential their family might be? They might even be secretly protected by an expert bodyguard.

"Let's go. I want to cultivate to my heart's content today!"

Jian Wenbin planned to vent his anger during the sparring session.

They arrived at the training field and quickly divided into groups to spar.

Jian Wenbin pulled Yang Yi aside.

Yang Yi had reached the intermediate stage with his Mountain-hugging Fist. He wanted to try it out as well.

Sparring with Jian Wenbin would obviously not give him any benefits, but seeing how enthusiastic Jian Wenbin was, Yang Yi did not want to embarrass him. He planned to restrain himself as best he could during their sparring session.

"Be careful, this is the atlas stance of the Vast Heaven Fist!"

Jian Wenbin's moves were much sharper compared to before. Fist shadows were launched in rapid succession. They had the aura of a fist that could break the skies.

However, Yang Yi parried his attacks without fail.

After being "forced" to retreat a few steps, he suddenly stood still and turned around to throw a punch.

Bang!

Their fists collided and their powers seeped into each other.

Jian Wenbin could not take it anymore and fell to the ground.

When Yang Yi saw this, he let out a wail, pretended to lose his balance and fell to the ground.

"Is that how powerful the Mountain-hugging Fist is? I guess I'll have reach the beginner stage of the Vast Heaven Fist before I can fight against it."

Jian Wenbin stood up and rubbed his butt.

He did not expect Yang Yi to be able to take his killer move and end their spar with a draw.

Yang Yi moved his arms and stood up. He was thinking about an excuse he could give to leave.

"Again!"

Jian Wenbin struck a stance again.

"Wait."

A voice suddenly called out from beyond the training field.

The two of them looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man in a white robe sauntering toward them.

"It's Manager Xu Menghua of the Mission Hall!"

Jian Wenbin cried out in surprise.

"Manager Xu?"

Yang Yi's gaze was uncertain.

He did not know why the manager of the Mission Hall was walking toward them.

"What's your name?"

Xu Menghua walked over and stared at Yang Yi.

There was a dignified tone in his voice.

"Disciple Yang Yi."

Yang Yi's heart skipped a beat.

"Come with me."

Xu Menghua turned around and left.

He did not give Yang Yi any time to think.

"I thought you've never been to the Mission Hall before. How did you offend Manager Xu?"

Jian Wenbin's face was filled with shock, and he did not dare to breathe loudly.

All the disciples who had been to the Mission Hall knew that Xu Menghua was not an easy person to get along with. He had a strong personality and would haggle over every penny.

It was probably because of this that the sect appointed him as the manager of the Mission Hall.

Not long ago, a disciple who was fooling around during a mission was caught by Xu Menghua on the spot. In the end, he was severely reprimanded. That disciple's face turned pale at that time, and he almost wet his pants.

"I have no idea." Yang Yi was as dumbfounded as he was.

The only thing he knew was that the manager did not seem to be in a good mood.

He braced himself and followed.

Finally, they arrived at an elegant residence.

This seemed to be Xu Menghua's residence in the sect.

It was quiet and secluded, as if he was the only one there.

"Manager Xu, I don't know what I did wrong. Kindly enlighten me."

When they entered the residence, Xu Menghua had just sat down when Yang Yi bowed and spoke.

"Why did you go easy on him during the sparring session just now?"

Xu Menghua picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Uh, that was it?

Yang Yi was baffled.

After picking his words, he said honestly, "I have improved a lot in my cultivation recently. I have already cultivated the Mountain-hugging Fist to the intermediate stage. If I were to use it at full strength, I'm afraid I would hurt Senior Brother Jian Wenbin. I wanted to tell him in advance, but I was dragged onto the training field before I had the chance."

"That's reasonable, but there's no need for a fake fall in the end. You thought that you were taking your Senior Brother's pride into consideration, but you're actually doing him a disservice. The purpose of sparring is to practice. Does acting help you achieve the aim of sparring?"

Xu Menghua's eyes were sharp.

"I see. I admit my mistake." Yang Yi hurriedly agreed.

The manager had seen through his acting.

For a fleeting moment, he was worried that the others had found out about his Mountain-hugging Fist's assault of a fellow disciple.

Recently, his Mountain-hugging Fist had inexplicably attacked a few senior and junior brothers. They were not seriously injured, and the incidents were not made into huge issues.

However, a new tradition was gradually adopted in the outer sect. Nobody would be wandering around on their own at night.

"How long have you been in the outer sect? I don't think I've seen you in the Mission Hall before."

Xu Menghua's face relaxed a little as he started to chat.

"About a month or so," Yang Yi answered truthfully.

"You cultivate the Mountain-hugging Fist?" Xu Menghua raised his eyes.

"Yes." Yang Yi nodded.

"It's quite difficult to cultivate the Mountain-hugging Fist to the intermediate stage in a month or so."

Xu Menghua had cultivated the Mountain-hugging Fist before, so he knew that it was not easy to break through the bottlenecks of this martial art.

In a month's time, it was easy to reach the beginner stage, but reaching the intermediate depended on one's aptitude!

"Yes, I had a lucky breakthrough recently."

Having said that, Yang Yi could only bite the bullet and admit it.

In fact, even if he did not say it, with Xu Menghua's sharp eyes, it was very easy to see through it.

There was no benefit in hiding it. If he had to blame someone, it would be his own bad luck. When they were sparring, Xu Menghua just happened to pass by.

Any other manager would not have cared about such matters!

"Show me some of your moves." Xu Menghua's expression became serious.

Yang Yi felt helpless.

He demonstrated a few moves of the Mountain-hugging Fist in the hall.

"Not bad, you have indeed reached the intermediate stage. Moreover, your fist style is shrewd and ruthless. It seems that you have experienced a lot of actual combat." Xu Menghua revealed a rare smile.

"Thank you for your praise, Manager Xu. Before joining the sect, I've always played around with the martial artists guarding my family. They've experienced life in the pugilistic world. Indeed, I do have some combat experience." Yang Yi could only bluff.

He could not say that he had cultivated the Mountain-hugging Fist in the middle of the night, right?

"Good, good," Xu Menghua repeated his comment.

He was from the Diligent Mountain Court of the inner sect. He had a good impression of the disciples who paid attention to actual combat.

The way he looked at Yang Yi immediately became fond.

In just a month's time, he was able to cultivate the Mountain-hugging Fist to the intermediate stage. He really had aptitude in martial arts.

At least, he had aptitude in hard body techniques.

"Judging from your tone, your family is quite well-off. That's your advantage, so you should make good use of it. However, it is still an external factor. Can money solve everything?"

Xu Menghua said earnestly, "I see that you have a good aptitude, so I'll tell you this. In the path of cultivation, you need to rely on your own diligence and perseverance. You can't play tricks, and you shouldn't put your head down and cultivate blindly. The Mission Hall was established to let disciples hone their skills while earning resources. Only in this way can they consolidate their cultivation bases and nurture the ability to adapt to changes. Otherwise, everything is just a castle in the air. It's impressive-looking, but it's useless!"