The Story Never Ends

"Bang"

Mateo was hurled out from the explosion and crashed far away on the ground. His robe was tattered and many parts of his body were burnt. Thus, his blood was spilling everywhere.

"Carter, I've underestimated you." He stood up and looked in the direction where dust was flying everywhere.

"Haha, I thought that I could beat you now but it looks like I still need some time." Carter's voice came from inside. Only after a few seconds could everyone see him. He was kneeling on the ground while clutching his chest. His injury looked more serious than Mateo's as lots of blood was coming out of it.

"Humph, now you finally understood," Mateo coldly said and left.

Seeing him leave, Carter took out some pills from his ring and swallowed them. Then he left with disappointment on his face.

The others discussed a few things about this fight and continued with what they were doing. It seemed that this incident looked quite normal over here and everyone was used to it.

"I thought that they would take out their spirit weapons and battle to the death. But it seems that there might be some rules." He murmured and continued on his way.

***

"Wew, I finally reached." He saw a large hall infront of him. There were some disciples entering and leaving the hall. He went inside it and found that the hall was divided into many compartments.

In one of the compartments, a large notice board was hung on the wall. On the board, many texts were written. He looked at it closely and found that they were all missions that could be taken by the inner court disciples.

"So, this is the mission hall. I should come here in the future when I run out of spirit stones." He thought and checked the other compartments.

The others were the Library, The Spirit Arts Hall, Arena, and the teaching hall where the elders would come and guide these disciples. However, he heard from these disciples that they would only come here once a month. It was totally different from the Bone and Devil Sect.

Since today was not the day when the elders would come, he didn't bother about this compartment and went towards his destination. He reached outside the Spirit Arts hall and saw an old man sitting on a chair while dozing off on the table.

"What should I do now? Should I wake him up? But what if he gets angry?" While he was hesitating, he heard the old man suddenly call him up.

"Eh! a new kid?"

The old man had already woken up and was looking at him keenly. It didn't seem like he was sleeping just now.

"Yes, elder. I'm Davion, a new disciple." Davion gave his introduction and bowed his head.

"Oh? It looks like you are not someone from this sect. Who recommended you?" The old man asked.

"It was Elder Lilianna," Davion replied.

"Lilianna, huh. I have never thought that she would be the one," The old man was astonished.

"A disciple at the early stage of Golden Core Stage was able to catch her interest." The old man murmured. Indeed, as he thought Davion was releasing a little bit of his aura to show his cultivation. If he hadn't released it, then nobody in this world would be able to find it out. This might have created some trouble.

"Are you here for the spiritual art and the monthly pills?" He asked.

"Yes." Davion nodded his head.

The old man opened the drawer of his table and took out a bottle containing two pills. Then he passed to Davion and said, "A new disciple can only get two Qi refining pills a month. However, if you can defeat the higher-ranking disciples then you can get more."

"I understand. I will be going inside." He was about to go in but the old man stopped him.

"Stop. Even if you go inside, you won't be able to open up the jade and learn the technique," The old man said.

"Isn't it free?" Davion was puzzled.

"Even though it's free, you still need contribution points to open it. Show me your points," The old man demanded.

From the jade yesterday, he already knew how to display those points. So, he sent his spiritual energy into his ring and focused. After a few seconds, a small projection came out of it. It was red in color and 'Contribution Points: 0' was written in it.

"Good," The old man smiled and pointed his finger towards the projection. In the blink of an eye, his points reached 1000.

"The spiritual arts in the Golden Core Stage require 1000 contribution points. Thus, you have enough points. You can go now.." The old man waved his hands and he was immediately sent inside the hall.

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