"That's right. This is my strength. In future cultivation, I should leverage my strengths and avoid my weaknesses, fully utilizing my combat talent."
"Use this to break the deadlock and add momentum to my cultivation."
"If things continue like this, my combat strength will only grow stronger, and the sect will need me more and more. Once I have strength comparable to Elder Fang Yuan's, earning sect contributions will surely be a breeze!"
"Keep it up! Things will only get better! Mao Twelve, if you keep working this hard, you'll reach the peak of your life!"
Mao Twelve's emotions surged, and his fighting spirit gradually returned.
Thinking of Fang Yuan, he instinctively glanced toward the top of the Langya Sect's contribution ranking.
The last Grand Alliance of the Four Clans had earned Fang Yuan over a thousand sect contributions — the exact figure enough to make all the other hairy man Gu Immortals green with envy.
But recently, because Fang Yuan had been posting large numbers of Gu refinement missions, his sect contributions had been declining steadily, and at a rapid pace.
Though Fang Yuan's name still dominated the top of the contribution ranking, the gap between him and the second-place hairy man Gu Immortal was shrinking fast.
Many hairy man Gu Immortals were eagerly anticipating the moment Fang Yuan's name would be overtaken.
Fang Yuan was a human Gu Immortal with Eighth Transformation combat power — surpassing him on any ranking would feel completely different for the other hairy man Gu Immortals.
It would be an immense honor!
But the next moment, Mao Twelve's entire body froze.
He became like a stone statue, utterly motionless.
Because he saw the number beside Fang Yuan's name.
"Over fifteen thousand sect contributions? That's impossible!" Mao Twelve nearly thought he was hallucinating.
Since the founding of the Langya Sect, no one had ever earned this many sect contributions.
The highest before had also been Fang Yuan, when his contributions briefly exceeded two thousand, before plummeting rapidly.
Now, Fang Yuan's sect contributions had actually broken ten thousand — and exceeded fifteen thousand!
Unbelievable!
This was an unprecedented record!
Mao Twelve's heart shook violently, but what came next shook him even more.
Fang Yuan's sect contributions were still climbing!
Fifteen thousand, eighteen thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand... fifty thousand, sixty thousand...
The numbers kept rising!
"He — he's passed eighty thousand!" Mao Twelve was dumbstruck. What horrified him even more was that the rise in Fang Yuan's contributions showed no sign of stopping!!
It was only when the number passed ninety thousand that Fang Yuan's total contributions suddenly plummeted by over seventy thousand!
Leaving just over ten thousand.
"How can this be?"
"Did I really refine too many Gu and start hallucinating?"
"Is — is this a dream?"
"No, wait!"
Mao Twelve suddenly jolted to his senses.
"Over seventy thousand sect contributions vanished just like that — Fang Yuan must have exchanged them for an Immortal Gu. Oh no — oh no, he didn't exchange them for my Beast Enslavement Immortal Gu, did he?"
Mao Twelve hurriedly pulled out another communication Gu and plunged his consciousness into it.
After checking, he let out a long breath of relief: "So it wasn't the Beast Enslavement Immortal Gu he exchanged for, but that Seventh Transformation Immortal Gu. As long as it wasn't the Beast Enslavement Immortal Gu, that's fine."
That had nearly scared him out of his wits!
Mao Twelve patted his chest, his whole body relaxing.
This relaxation caused his eyes to roll back, and he collapsed unconscious on the spot.
He had already suffered injuries during the Gu refinement process, and with his emotions swinging wildly up and down, he naturally passed out.
Having achieved his goal, Fang Yuan returned to his own Cloud City.
In the secret chamber, he took out a brand-new Immortal Gu.
This Gu was a wisp of pale purple, dragon-shaped smoke with no fixed form. It drifted ethereally.
Seventh Transformation Immortal Gu — Dragon Breath!
It was precisely because the Langya Sect's treasury contained this Immortal Gu that Fang Yuan had ultimately chosen the Sword Flood Dragon transformation.
To exchange for this Immortal Gu, Fang Yuan had sold off all the Gu Immortal souls, along with the massive amount of cultivation knowledge extracted through soul searching.
Of course, he had retained some of the content for himself — certain of Dongfang Changfan's Wisdom Path techniques, key portions of the Black Fan True Inheritance, and so on.
This had pushed Fang Yuan's sect contributions to a peak of over ninety thousand. For the short term, this number would be Fang Yuan's summit, nearly impossible to surpass.
Then, Fang Yuan had used over seventy thousand sect contributions to obtain the Seventh Transformation Transformation Path Immortal Gu, Dragon Breath.
In an instant, his contributions dropped to just over ten thousand.
But he still held the top position.
The second-place Gu Immortal's total contributions barely matched the thousands digit of Fang Yuan's.
The gap had widened drastically.
The first-place position was as solid as an immovable mountain.
Of course, Fang Yuan couldn't have cared less about any contribution ranking.