From a scholar to a villain, I was a good person at the beginning

"Let me think about it. You can use contribution points to exchange for skills from the sect. The skills there are better than the ones we have."

Tiezhu thought about it for a while and came up with another method.

“What are contribution points?”

"We usually clean the caves for the outer disciples, or help them with other things. The sect will keep a record of our contribution points every day, and after a month, we will be given contribution points, which can be exchanged for things in the sect's contribution hall."

Tiezhu explained patiently.

"Is that so?" Jiang Zheng nodded. OK! It seems that today's work was in vain.

"Are you in urgent need of a technique? We, with inferior spiritual roots, can't cultivate anything at all, so even if we have a technique, it's useless."

Jiang Zheng didn't say anything, just waiting for the other party to speak next.

He did not say that he was not a second-rate spiritual root, but a low-grade spiritual root. It was not that he did not want to believe him, but if he really had a low-grade spiritual root, how could he be a menial disciple? This explanation did not make sense.

Tie Zhu sighed, as if unwilling to give up, and said slowly: "We can only practice the skills in the jade slip by ourselves, and we can't pass it on to others, otherwise I would pass it on to you now."

"It's okay, I will go find my brother myself tomorrow. But why can't the skills be passed on to others?" Jiang Zheng was puzzled. If those disciples secretly passed the skills on, who would know?

"You don't know, after we get the skills, we will make a spiritual promise. Once the skills are leaked, the spiritual promise will be triggered, and the end will be a miserable death!"

Hearing this, Jiang Zheng was stunned, and his heart ached. He didn't know whether the skills his grandfather learned in the sect had such limitations.

If there was, then it must have been prepared when Grandfather decided to pass on his skills to him...

He forced himself not to think further.

After dinner, Tiezhu took the bowl and went back, and before leaving he told everyone that they could come to him if they had any difficulties.

Jiang Zheng lay on the bed and began to think. There are two ways to obtain the method of cultivating immortals.

One way is to ask directly for it from the senior brother who is in charge of the menial disciples, and the other way is to exchange it with contribution points.

The first method is too risky. If the other party has a list of the sect's menial disciples, then your identity will be exposed. Not only will all your previous efforts be wasted, but your life may even be in danger.

The second method is still feasible for now, but it has two problems. The contribution points required to exchange for the skills are too high, or the contribution points are obtained too slowly. Either of these two will make him get the skills very late.

If the two collided, he would not be able to accept it.

"Forget it, I don't want to think too much about it. I'll try the second method tomorrow and then see how many contribution points it takes to exchange for the skills, and then make a decision."

Thinking of this, exhaustion almost overwhelmed him, so Jiang Zheng locked the door and decided to do nothing this afternoon and have a good sleep.

The night soon enveloped the emerald green Lingxi Mountain.

In a misty stone chamber, Lin Muxi was dressed in a pure white robe, looking like a stunning fairy walking out of a painting, with delicate facial features that were beyond description.

Anyone who sees it will be fascinated by it.

She was flipping through a book in her hands, but her mind was completely wandering.

"Muyu Jiang Zheng! Humph! You ran away after leaving a letter. I don't know how you are doing now. I curse you to appear in front of me tomorrow!"

She murmured, her eyelids drooping and her gaze gradually dimming, "Otherwise I really have to build my foundation, and then you will never see me again in your life!"

Her hands unconsciously flipped through the book, her eyes fixed on a line of words:

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Is there a difference between immortals and mortals? Fairy Ziyun didn't care about that. She slapped the immortal soldiers to pieces, killing them until the sky and earth were dark and blood flowed for thousands of miles.

She only knew that she loved Xu Shou, and she only knew that she wanted to be with Xu Shou forever. Perhaps it was her inner obsession.

She turned into a stream of purple light, struck across 50,000 miles with one palm, and moved her lotus steps to the ninth heaven!

This battle lasted for an unknown amount of time. She killed her way to madness and fought her way all the way from the Ninth Heaven to the mortal world.

But she was defeated, her enemies captured the man she loved and threatened her to give up her cultivation.

"Haha, that's all you can do."

Fairy Ziyun sneered, her laughter echoing in the Ninth Heaven. In front of all the enemies, she slapped her chest with one palm.

Unparalleled cultivation...disappeared in an instant!

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Jiang Zheng slept so soundly that even when Tiezhu knocked on the door he didn't wake him up, and he slept until the next morning.

"Tiezhu, you got up so early?"

As soon as Jiang Zheng opened the door, Tiezhu was already waiting for him outside.

"How many caves are you going to clean today?" he asked as soon as he saw Jiang Zheng.

"Well... two," Jiang Zheng said after thinking for a while. He knew that every errand disciple had to claim a few caves when he woke up in the morning.

If a disciple specifically asks you to clean the cave, you cannot refuse. In a word, the more you work, the more you get.

He decided to take two first and then increase the number appropriately later.

"Well, the cave I want to clean is close to you, let's go together."

After saying that, the two of them went up the mountain together with many errand disciples, and the huge gray crowd walked together on the road in the forest.

This is what the menial disciples must do every day. Usually, a menial disciple needs to clean two caves a day, or be assigned some other work.

But there was no time to rest. Along the way, Jiang Zheng also knew how to make the sect remember him after cleaning the cave.

Soon, Jiang Zheng and Tie Zhu separated and came to the first cave that needed to be cleaned.

"Brother, I'm here to clean up."

Jiang Zheng imitated the others and knocked hard on the stone door, afraid that the people inside couldn't hear him.

"Get lost! I'm in the critical period of my training!"

There was an angry curse coming from inside.

Hearing this, Jiang Zheng's chest heaved violently. Under Kong Qing's ridicule, he suppressed his anger and went to the next cave.

This was a cave belonging to a senior sister. The other party was easy to talk to. After he finished cleaning, she reported to the sect using a jade slip and made a note of it.

But the next move of this senior sister scared Jiang Zheng. She was scantily clad, and seeing that Jiang Zheng had a handsome appearance, she actually wanted to practice dual cultivation with him!

Jiang Zheng was so frightened that he dared not stay any longer. He quickly fled. After finishing today's work, he did not choose to go back to his residence to rest.

Instead, he went to the Merit Hall to see how many contribution points were needed to redeem the skills there.

The Contribution Hall is located on the top of the mountain. There are many buildings there, including those for alchemy, weapon refining...everything is there.

Only outer disciples can come and go here. Occasionally, you can see inner disciples wearing flowing white robes. Jiang Zheng in grey is particularly eye-catching among them.

The Contribution Hall is all white, and it is unknown what material it is made of. Jiang Zheng stepped in and saw a spacious hall.

In front of a white jade platform sat a white-haired old man wearing a purple robe embroidered with delicate golden patterns of flowing clouds.

"Elder, I want to exchange for a technique."

Jiang Zheng stepped forward and bowed. He knew that the man wearing the flowing cloud purple robe was the sect's elder.