Promoting one level in just half an hour made the effects of the Tempering Body Chapter self-evident. Although Yang Kai’s own accumulated efforts had contributed, without this Tempering Body Chapter, he believed it would take him at least three or four months to advance.
Overwhelmed by emotion, Yang Kai couldn't hold his breath and quickly exhaled.
A jet-black breath like thick smoke sprayed from Yang Kai’s mouth, filthy and dirty, shooting straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. After expelling this breath, Yang Kai felt his entire body lighten, and his five senses became much sharper.
"This is acquired impurities?" Yang Kai was shocked on the spot.
Cultivation in the Body Tempering Realm expels impurities from the body with each advancement. Yang Kai had experienced this before, but never to such a degree.
Countless thoughts and joy swirled in Yang Kai’s mind, refusing to dissipate. Although this session had directly allowed him to advance one level, it had not fully unleashed the true effects of the Tempering Body Chapter, because Yang Kai had performed the forms for half an hour, and had only completed less than one percent of the Tempering Body Chapter's routines. If one percent could bring such effects, what would happen if he executed all of it?
But haste makes waste, and anxiety won't get you anywhere.
After deep thought for a moment, Yang Kai gained some plan for his future path. Although not comprehensive, it was no longer that he could only take one step at a time like before. For a moment, his emotions were stirred.
After eating a little, Yang Kai picked up his broom and started his job as a sweeping servant.
Although Yang Kai was a sweeping servant of Lingxiao Pavilion, he wasn't required to sweep the entire place. The area he was responsible for was only one-tenth of Lingxiao Pavilion, so it wasn't too much trouble, and he could finish it in about an hour.
Xia Ningshang, standing on a treetop monitoring the activities of the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples, inadvertently caught sight of Yang Kai sweeping again. She found it strange; today’s Yang Kai seemed absent-minded, lost in thought, sweeping the same spot for a full half-hour without moving, until the ground was polished spotless and shiny, so smooth that even a mosquito landing might twist its ankle.
"This guy…" Xia Ningshang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Yang Kai was indeed thinking about things. After obtaining such a great opportunity yesterday, he naturally had to consider his future carefully. But after much thought, he couldn't come up with any good ideas. He only had half an hour of cultivation time before sunrise; what should he do with the rest of the day?
While he was pondering, he heard rapid footsteps behind him. Yang Kai quickly dodged, but the other person also made an evasive move, and they collided.
Yang Kai was completely unharmed, only swaying slightly. But the person who bumped into him felt as if he had hit a steel plate. He cried out and fell to the ground, the area that hit him numb.
Yang Kai came to his senses and looked apologetically at the other person: "Junior brother, are you alright?"
The person was initially annoyed, but when he looked up and saw it was Yang Kai, the punching bag who got beaten up every five days, his anger dissipated. There was no point getting angry at such a person, and besides, this time he was partly responsible.
He quickly waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing!" Saying so, he stood up and hurriedly ran off.
Yang Kai asked: "Junior brother, where are you rushing off to?"
Without turning back, his voice came from afar: "To the Contribution Hall, where else?"
Hearing this, Yang Kai suddenly remembered: today was already the eighth day of the month. Every month on the eighth, the sect distributes the contribution points from the previous month!
So basically on this day every month, the sect's logistics department was bustling with activity, especially the Contribution Hall, where countless people flocked like a swarm of bees, all wanting to know how many contribution points they had earned last month. With enough points, they could naturally exchange for miraculous pills, divine weapons, and martial arts manuals to improve their strength. So on this day, the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion were always very excited.
Some were happy, some were worried. Yang Kai was one of the latter.
Stunned on the spot, Yang Kai counted on his fingers and couldn't help but frown. His contribution points from last month were as pitiful as ever.
Sweeping could earn ten contribution points, but last month he was challenged six times, and lost all six battles! Every loss deducted one contribution point, so in the end, he only earned four sect contribution points.
"This... how was he supposed to take this?"