Chapter 217: The Terrifying "Purple Soul Art"

"Senior Brother Zhang, shouldn't we be going?" Ye Yuan saw Zhang Jing still in a daze and reminded him.

Zhang Jing snapped out of it as if waking from a dream, nodding repeatedly: "Oh, right, right. I'll take you to get your identity tokens first."

Zhang Jing scanned the expressions on their faces and couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Could it be that none of them knew the difference between the Human Battalion and the Earth Battalion? Otherwise, why was there no reaction at all?

Leaving aside Long Tang, even Nanfeng Ruoqing's niece was already at the fifth level of Liquid Realm. Ye Yuan was assigned to the Earth Battalion by Senior Brother Mo—didn't they have any thoughts about that?

After much thought, Zhang Jing could only attribute this strange situation to the others' "ignorance."

He even wondered if Ye Yuan had deliberately offended Senior Brother Mo, and that Mo was using this method to teach him a lesson.

Regardless, since Senior Brother Mo had said so, he would naturally comply.

Zhang Jing led everyone to receive their identity tokens, first sending Nanfeng Ruoqing into the Alchemy Battalion.

"Keep your identity tokens safe. They not only identify you but are also indispensable for moving within the sect. They contain your detailed information and your personal sect points. In the Nether Cloud Sect, worldly money is useless; all your actions are tied to points! Training grounds, pills, herbs, techniques, weapons—everything requires points to exchange. In other words, without points, you can't take a step here!" Zhang Jing explained.

Ye Yuan extended his divine sense into the identity token and indeed saw his own information and points.

"Hmm? My token has a hundred points. Is this the starting points?" Ye Yuan asked.

Nanfeng Ruoqing and Long Tang also extended their divine senses into their tokens and saw that they too had a hundred points.

Zhang Jing nodded: "Correct. Regardless of the disciple's level, everyone receives a hundred points upon entering the sect. But in truth, a hundred points are better than nothing."

"Oh? Why is that?" Ye Yuan asked curiously.

Zhang Jing smiled: "Take training grounds, for example. The sect's training grounds are divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D. The lowest, D-level training room, costs ten points per day! C-level costs fifty points a day, B-level a hundred points a day, and the highest, A-level, costs two hundred points a day! A hundred points are only enough for one day in a B-level training room."

The others suddenly understood, realizing that a hundred points were barely a pittance.

It seemed the first thing to do upon entering the sect was not to cultivate but to earn points.

Otherwise, no points meant no cultivation resources, no resources meant falling behind others, and falling behind meant being eliminated!

It was a vicious cycle!

"May I ask, Senior Brother Zhang, how do we earn points?" Long Tang, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"Once you're settled, you can go to the Star Pavilion. There's a detailed list of ways to earn points there. In short, to earn points, you must contribute to the sect and exchange your contributions for points. For us martial disciples, the most common way is to take on sect missions. Completing a mission rewards you with a certain number of points." Zhang Jing answered patiently without showing any irritation.

Nanfeng Ruoqing smiled and asked: "How many points does Senior Brother Zhang have?"

Zhang Jing smiled modestly: "My points aren't much among core disciples—barely ten thousand."

Though Zhang Jing spoke humbly, his pride was unmistakable.

Ye Yuan didn't know if ten thousand points was a lot, but from Zhang Jing's tone, he could tell it was no small amount.

Points were consumables meant to be spent. That Zhang Jing had saved up so many showed he was quite capable.

Suddenly remembering something, Ye Yuan asked Zhang Jing: "Senior Brother Zhang, how many points are needed to exchange for the 'Purple Soul Art'?"

Zhang Jing was taken aback but still replied: "Both the 'Purple Soul Art' and the 'Green Firmament Purple Sun Sword Art' are sect treasures, requiring an appalling number of points! The 'Purple Soul Art' is divided into two volumes, totaling two million points!"

Everyone gasped. Even though they didn't have a concrete sense of points yet, they knew two million was a terrifying number.

Ye Yuan narrowed his eyes and asked: "So the lower volume of the 'Purple Soul Art' costs a million points?"

Zhang Jing shook his head: "Not a million—one point four million! The latter half of the 'Purple Soul Art' is extremely profound, so it requires more points!"

Ye Yuan finally understood why Jiang Yunhe had stayed in the Qin State for over a decade.

"Thank you for clarifying, Senior Brother Zhang."

"You're welcome."

Though he said nothing outwardly, Zhang Jing was somewhat dismissive of Ye Yuan's question.

This young man was too ambitious. At the second level of Liquid Realm, he was already thinking of exchanging for the lower half of the 'Purple Soul Art.' He didn't know that many senior alchemists in the sect were stuck at that level because they couldn't afford the points!

Moreover, as a martial disciple, shouldn't he be exchanging for the 'Green Firmament Purple Sun Sword Art'? Could Ye Yuan be thinking of becoming an alchemist?

A classic case of not focusing on one's proper work!

Of course, he didn't know that Ye Yuan had already integrated the 'Green Firmament Purple Sun Sword Art' into his sword intent.

Soon they arrived at the Alchemy Battalion. Zhang Jing helped Nanfeng Ruoqing and Nanfeng Zhirou handle the formalities, and then the group took their leave.

After sending Long Tang to the Human Battalion, Zhang Jing, Ye Yuan, and Lü'er finally arrived at the Earth Battalion.

But upon entering the Earth Battalion, many curious eyes began sizing up Ye Yuan.

"Junior Brother Ye, that house to the southeast will be your residence from now on. Space in the Earth Battalion is usually tight, and that spot isn't the best. Please make do," Zhang Jing said, pointing to a compound in the southeast.

"No matter. Senior Brother Zhang, thank you for your trouble," Ye Yuan replied.

Though Ye Yuan knew Zhang Jing looked down on him, he didn't care about others' opinions. After all, the man had gone through the trouble, so a word of thanks was necessary.

After bidding farewell to Zhang Jing, Ye Yuan was about to enter the house with Lü'er when several people blocked his way.

"I hear there's a newcomer in our Earth Battalion. That must be you, right?"

The speaker was a youth of eighteen or nineteen, at the peak of the sixth level of Liquid Realm—already an astonishing talent in the Qin State.

But Ye Yuan guessed that his strength was probably at the bottom of the Earth Battalion.

"Move aside!" The other party was clearly hostile, so Ye Yuan saw no need to be polite.

"Hahaha... He says move aside? A brat not even as good as an outer disciple tells me to move aside! Hahaha."

The group burst into laughter, clearly finding Ye Yuan's words hilarious.