Rebuilding Ironbone

97 contribution points were squandered by Jun Chang Xiao in a single night.

He had no choice. After coming to this world, if he wanted to become stronger, he had to pay a price.

"Next, I just have to wait for the sect missions to appear and earn contribution points to improve the sect's construction."

Jun Changxiao mumbled.

There were no side missions, and he did not know what the hidden missions were.

Right now, he could only rely on improving the sect's construction to increase the upper limit of the number of members and earn contribution points.

"Sect Master."

Li Qingyang walked over and said, "I'm out of money."

"Out of money again?"

Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.

This guy came every day to ask for money. He did not know how to save money at all.

Li Qingyang said, "Sect Master, the sect is too old. Renovating it is the same as rebuilding it, so it will cost a lot of money."

"Alright."

Jun Changxiao threw him a few more banknotes and said, "In three days, your junior brothers will come to report. Can you finish it?"

Li Qingyang said, "It shouldn't be a problem."

"Alright."

Jun Changxiao waved his hand and said, "Go do your work."

Li Qingyang bid farewell and left. He sat cross-legged in the courtyard and began to meditate.

Without contribution points, he could only obediently cultivate the traditional way.

However, after a day, the speed at which spirit energy condensed in his dantian was very slow. This made Jun Changxiao realize that the higher his realm, the harder it was to open his meridians!

"Sigh."

He sighed. "How great would it be if I had an endless supply of Contribution Points?"

…

The next day.

Jun Changxiao stopped cultivating. He stood up and walked out of the inner courtyard, heading to the outer courtyard.

During this period of time, he had been cultivating. He did not ask about the sect's renovation other than the daily payment.

Iron Bone Clan occupied an area of about a hundred acres. It was divided into an inner courtyard and an outer courtyard. The inner courtyard was where the sect master's disciples lived, and the outer courtyard was where they practiced their martial arts.

When Jun Changxiao walked through the winding path paved with cobblestones and entered the outer courtyard, his expression froze.

What appeared before his eyes was originally a deserted hall. Not only was it brand new, with vermilion tiles and jade tiles, even the stone stairs were carved out of jade!

The pillars used to support the main beam had been repainted with lifelike carvings of birds and beasts.

There were also many buildings on both sides of the outer courtyard. It looked very majestic!

In the area between the main hall and the main gate, there was a large martial arts practice field. The ground was paved with bluestone slabs. With one look, one could tell that the material used was extremely high-end!

What was even more flirtatious was …

In the empty space in the outer courtyard, there were not only ponds and artificial mountains, but also pavilions and pavilions for resting and sightseeing!

Only a master architect would be able to design such a small place so well!

"This is my sect?"

Jun Changxiao stood in place, feeling as if he was in a dream.

He even secretly wondered if he had transmigrated to the inner court of the imperial palace of a certain dynasty.

It wasn't a dream, it was real!

This was because Li Qingyang had just walked out of the main hall and arrived in front of him. "Sect Leader, are you satisfied with the renovation of the outer court?"

How was this a renovation? This was simply a reconstruction!

"Satisfied!"

Jun Changxiao said, "Very satisfied!"

As he spoke, he got up and went to the main hall.

He was shocked again when he entered because the ground was also paved with neat stone slabs. There were large mahogany chairs placed on both sides. It could be said to be extremely luxurious!

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang pointed to the extraordinary chair at the head of the hall and said, "Your throne is made of thousand-year-old Phoebe Phoebe."

"Is that so?"

Jun Changxiao sat down on the chair and immediately felt that it was much more comfortable than the creaking chair he had been sitting on before.

He naturally placed his arms on the armrest and said quite satisfactorily, "Not bad, not bad!"

This was what a sect should be like.

"Sect Leader."

Jun Changxiao handed over an account book and said, "This is the breakdown of the cost of the renovation. Please take a look."

He was indeed from a famous clan. The cost of the renovation was all recorded down. There was an account book that could be checked.

"Qingyang."

Jun Changxiao took the account book and casually flipped through it while praising, "Your performance made me very satisfied …"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Because, when he flipped to the last page of the account book, he clearly saw that the total amount of money spent was — — 4,650 taels!

Jun Changxiao nearly jumped up and said, "You spent so much!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly checked his spatial ring and found that there was only a pitiful three hundred taels of silver left!

Jun Mo Xie had been busy with his cultivation for the past few days. So, he had given Li Qingyang money every time he had asked for it. He didn't care about how much money he had given, and didn't care about how much money he had left.

His Contribution Points had been used up, and he didn't have much money left.

This made Jun Changxiao howl in his heart, "How am I going to live in the future?!"

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang said, "This disciple plans to rebuild the inner courtyard as well. It will probably cost around four thousand taels."

"Pu!"

Jun Changxiao collapsed on the wooden chair, foaming at the mouth.

…

Money was a good thing.

It was fine as long as the money was spent!

Li Qingyang had spent a lot of money to renovate the dilapidated Iron Bone Upright School. It now looked like a sect.

But every time he thought about the four thousand taels of silver, Sect Leader Jun had the urge to hug a pillar and cry.

He didn't really care about the money, but the disciples would report tomorrow. Wouldn't so many people eat, drink, and defecate? Wouldn't each person have two sets of uniforms? What could he do with the remaining few hundred taels!

"Sigh."

Sitting on the carved railings of the stone steps, Jun Changxiao was not only worried about how to earn Contribution Points, but also about how to earn money for the daily expenses of the sect.

"Qianqian."

He asked for help, "Is there any way to earn money quickly?"

"Go rob."

Lu Qianqian said indifferently, "Money comes quickly."

The corner of Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched. "My Iron Bone Clan is a righteous sect. How could we do something so despicable that the people of Jianghu would despise?"

Lu Qianqian said, "Then let's sell the sword."

"This …"

Jun Changxiao held his chin and said, "It's an emergency measure."

"Sect Leader!"

At this moment, Li Qingyang walked in from outside and said, "Junior Brothers are here!"

"Let them in."

Jun Changxiao stood up and patted the dust off his butt, showing the dignity of a Sect Leader.

Not long later.

More than twenty disciples entered the sect one after another.

They stood on the Martial Arts Practice Field and looked at the magnificent buildings around them. They were all shocked.

They didn't expect their sect to be so luxurious!

They spent a few thousand taels of silver. How could it not be luxurious?

"Why are there so few people?"

Jun Changxiao frowned and said, "Where are the other disciples?"

"Reporting to Sect Leader."

A disciple said respectfully, "Some of the Senior and Junior Brothers live in a remote mountain village. It will take some time for them to rush over."

"I see."

Jun Changxiao understood and said, "Qingyang, arrange a place for them to stay."

"Yes."

Li Qingyang received the order and was about to bring his Junior Brothers to the inner courtyard when he heard a weak shout from outside the door, "Sect … Sect Leader …"

Jun Changxiao frowned and hurriedly walked out.

Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian also followed.

When the three of them arrived at the gate, they saw a young man lying on the floor covered in blood!

"Junior Brother Sun!"

Li Qingyang hurriedly squatted down and put one hand on his pulse to check his Junior Brother's injuries.

The injured disciple endured the pain and said weakly, "Sect … Sect Leader, there were more than thirty of us. We were ambushed by bandits on the way and our Junior Brothers were taken away …"

Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and the bloodstained letter in his hand fell to the ground.

Li Qingyang said, "Sect Leader, Junior Brother just fainted. It's not a big deal."

Jun Changxiao picked up the letter and opened it. He saw a line of crooked words written on it. The content was: Prepare money in three days and come to Black Mountain to ransom them. Otherwise, they will be killed.

"Damn it!"

Jun Changxiao angrily held the letter and said sternly, "How dare you kidnap my Iron Bone Clan's disciples. You must be tired of living!"