From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Chapter 123 Rewards

"Ah. We meet again, just like the sun meets the mountain every day," Hun Yen Kun fanned himself, making his hair flow back.

The female disciples following him all gasped in excitement when they saw that.

How handsome he was.

They just couldn't get enough of Hun Yen Kun.

"Can you speak normally like all of us do, senior martial brother?" Lin Fan rubbed his temple. Hun Yen Kun's antics definitely needed some getting used to.

"Ahem... Sure. Why are you here?" Hun Yen Kun asked.

Lin Fan replied, "Registering my new cultivation level as instructed."

Hun Yen Kun's eyes lit up when he heard that. He proceeded to ask, "Wonderful, that means you're available for a mission?"

"Yes, but this disciple thinks I'm kidding him," Lin Fan said, turning to the disciple at the counter.

"Fine, let me see," Hun Yen Kun said, stretching out his hands and closing his eyes.

After a moment, he opened his eyes.

He turned to the disciple at the counter and said, "I bear witness that he is at the Foundation Establishment Level now."

The disciple at the counter quickly nodded and wrote the information on the scroll in front of him.

"Now that we've got that out of the way, follow me to see the sect leader," Hun Yen Kun motioned for Lin Fan and Ho Ming to follow as he turned around, leaving the Mission Hall.

Lin Fan looked at Ho Ming for a moment. They nodded to each other and left the Mission Hall, following behind Hun Yen Kun.

On the way, Ho Ming asked, "Senior martial brother, what's the technique you used just now to detect Lin Fan's cultivation level?"

"Technique? I didn't use any technique. They'll take my word for it just because of who I am — the sect leader's core disciple. You have a lot to learn, Ho Ming," Hun Yen Kun said with a smile.

With a sigh, Ho Ming reminded himself how Hun Yen Kun was not what he seemed to be.

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Million Sword Hall.

The three of them waited for Qing Yang Zi to arrive.

Lin Fan looked up at the swords hanging from the ceiling, thinking to himself what a waste it was.

These swords must have cost a fortune.

If only he could help recycle or reuse some of these swords.

"The reward shall be five hundred contribution points," Qing Yang Zi said with a confident voice.

No junior should be able to resist five hundred contribution points.

It was enough for them to get anything that was available for exchange in Qing Feng Sect.

But Lin Fan was no ordinary junior disciple.

Lin Fan frowned and said, "Only five hundred contribution points?"

After completing the last mission, Lin Fan had over three hundred contribution points.

Ho Ming, too, had lots of money left from his bet with Sima Liang.

"Only?" Qing Yang Zi stroked his beard out of habit, but he was trying to comprehend what Lin Fan had said.

Five hundred contribution points, and this junior disciple thought it wasn't enough.

The other disciples would be kowtowing to him by now.

He had better check what Sun Hai was teaching this junior disciple after this, Qing Yang Zi thought.

Qing Yang Zi thought for a moment and increased the reward.

"Hundred taels of silver. That's all I can offer."

"Ho Ming here already has more than a hundred taels of silver. How about Spirit Level Swords for him?" Lin Fan asked, trying to negotiate for some Spirit Level weapons for Ho Ming.

"Fine. I have lots of swords I could spare," Qing Yang Zi said.

One thing Qing Yang Zi knew for sure now was that the longer he negotiated with Lin Fan, the more he had to give.

So, it was better for him to just satisfy Lin Fan as soon as possible.

"Now that we have the reward out of the way, let's continue," Qing Yang Zi said and took out two pill bottles, one black and one white.

"Take these pills in the black bottle to suppress your Qi, and the pills in the white bottle to release the Qi," he said, handing the pill bottles over to Hun Yen Kun.

The white glow then disappeared.

The three of them bowed and left after that.

When Zhao Qing Ying came in and saw Lin Fan leaving with a smile and Qing Yang Zi brooding as he sipped his tea, he knew Lin Fan must have gotten a good deal out of Qing Yang Zi.

"Senior martial brother, what did Lin Fan get out of you?"

Zhao Qing Ying walked up to Qing Yang Zi and purposely asked about it.

All he got back was an intense stare from Qing Yang Zi.