The female lead thought she had a "proud and arrogant" character script.

Now Luo Qingcheng was completely interested.

If she hadn't been eyeing the idea of ​​exchanging spirit stones for contribution points, she would be rolling in money right now.

Five hundred spirit stones is nothing.

Luo Qingcheng immediately made a decision, "Senior Brother Wang, then I'll trouble you to lead the way for us. However, if what you say is false, I'm not willing to pay spirit stones."

Wang Shang smiled, and the deal was done!

He assured them, "Of course. If my two junior sisters don't feel that it's worth the money, I won't take a single penny."

To Luo Qingcheng's surprise, Wang Shang led them toward the entrance of the Bounty Hall.

"Senior Brother Wang, we didn't go the wrong way, did we?"

"Junior sister, just go with Shang."

Luo Qingcheng remained silent, but secretly kept a watchful eye on things and tightened his grip on the little girl's hand.

After leaving the building, I walked around the outer wall of the Bounty Hall. The shadows of the trees were thick, and it got darker and darker as I went further in.

Her vigilance was at its peak at this moment.

Until suddenly it all became clear—

The moment Luo Qingcheng saw the scene before him, six words flashed through his mind: "Free Trade Market".

However, compared to the lively shouts and hawking inside Wenjian City, everyone here simply spread out a cloth in front of them, placed their goods on it, and let others choose.

Along the way, all sorts of monster materials, refining metals, talismans, and array plates were readily available.

“Junior sister, trading here is much cheaper than buying from the Bounty Hall, and everything is available here. Unlike the Bounty Hall, where you can only use contribution points, you can also use spirit stones.”

Luo Qingcheng gave a thumbs-up.

As expected, where there is demand, there will be a market.

She had genuinely thought that without contribution points, they would have to go down the mountain to Sword Inquiry City to buy what they needed.

For newcomers like them, it's true that they need someone to guide them to find this place as quickly as possible.

but--

"Senior Brother Wang, isn't it a bit too much to charge us 500 spirit stones just to lead the way?" After all, finding this place was only a matter of time.

"Of course there are other benefits as well; Shang won't let his junior sister suffer any losses."

Wang Shang smiled mysteriously, bypassed the stall area, and led them deeper into the area.

The deep shadows of the trees added a touch of eeriness to the path ahead.

However, Luo Qingcheng wasn't afraid of these things; if she had to say, she was afraid of people.

After walking for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a faint blue light appeared ahead.

"arrive."

A blue bubble, similar to the golden bubble at the spirit stone exchange contribution point on the second floor of the Bounty Hall, was right in front of me.

The wooden sign next to it reads: Ten contribution points can be exchanged for ten thousand spirit stones.

The exchange rate is the same.

"Could this be...?"

"Junior Sister Luo is clever! That's right, this is where you can exchange contribution points for spirit stones!"

"Isn't this an illegal operation?" The Wenjian Sect should not allow it.

After all, it's said that the Sword Inquiry Sect is poor from top to bottom, and that golden bubble that exchanges spirit stones for contribution points might be the Sword Inquiry Sect's main source of income.

They specifically target outer disciples who lack talent but have a bit of money.

Wang Shang held up a finger, made a "shh" gesture, and whispered, "It can't be said."

Luo Qingcheng nodded.

However, this trip was worthwhile. She saw the blue bubbles and, recalling the free trade market she had just seen, she had some ideas on how to earn contribution points.

"Thank you, Senior Brother. Here are five hundred spirit stones." She took out a spirit stone bag from her storage bag and handed it to Wang Shang.

Then, somewhat weakly, he said, "Senior Brother Wang, Wanwan and I have something to do, so we'll head back first."

Today was a day of assessments and leisurely strolls. With her usual stamina as an ordinary person, she should have been exhausted long ago. For some reason, she was full of energy as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

At that moment, a wave of fatigue suddenly surged from deep within her body. Her eyelids fluttered open and closed, and she felt that if she were given a bed, she could fall into a deep sleep in the next second.

"Junior Sister Luo, are you alright? You don't look well."

Taking the spirit stone, Wang Shang said with concern.

Even Wanwan, who was being led by her hand, couldn't help but look up at her.

Luo Qingcheng shook his head, his body swaying slightly, and said, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Senior Brother. I'm just... a little sleepy."

Wang Shang understood, "In that case, Junior Sister, you should go back and rest."

"it is good."

After saying goodbye, Luo Qingcheng and the little girl returned the way they came.

Seeing her swaying precariously halfway there, the little girl pulled out a flying artifact and carried the bewildered Luo Qingcheng on board.

She briefly cheered herself up at Wanwan's newfound wealth, then lay down on the ritual implement and fell asleep.

Upon arriving at their destination, Wanwan tried to wake Luo Qingcheng, but to no avail. Unable to move her herself, she could only squat down next to Luo Qingcheng, her expressionless face showing some frustration. Hu Muyu, who had gone out to find food, discovered them.

When Wanwan first saw Luo Qingcheng motionless like a corpse, she was startled. After stammering and gesturing, she finally explained to her that Luo Qingcheng was just asleep. Only then did she laugh and cry as she offered to carry Luo Qingcheng into the room.

The moment she opened the door, Hu Muyu was somewhat surprised to see the various odds and ends piled up on one side of the long table and bed. She carefully carried Luo Qingcheng around the clutter.

Despite the turbulence, Luo Qingcheng showed no reaction whatsoever. Hu Muyu looked at her sleeping face and, before leaving, reminded Wanwan with concern, "I remember that on the second day after a new disciple's initiation, they need to gather at the training ground at dawn. Little sister, don't forget."

Wanwan nodded.

Hmm, this five-year-old seems a bit unreliable.

Hu Muyu left with a worried expression.

As night fell, Wanwan pulled some of the things off the bed to the floor, making room for her to curl up, and then lay down.

Day two.

There is still half an hour left until the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).

There was no sound in the pitch-black room.

Wanwan, who had secretly resolved to get up on time before going to bed, was still fast asleep, not to mention Luo Qingcheng, who was sleeping soundly with his blanket in his arms.

With a loud bang, the carved wooden door was suddenly pushed open.

Hu Muyu's clear voice followed, "Girls, are you up yet?"

The even breathing inside the room remained unchanged.

As I pushed open the door, the rising sun shone its first rays into the room.

Seeing that neither of them had made a move, Hu Muyu was relieved that she had been so worried that she had taken the opportunity to check on them while she was getting up for her morning exercise.

Seeing that such a loud noise hadn't woken Luo Qingcheng and Wanwan, she knew that the usual methods wouldn't work.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Hu Muyu's handsome face.

He walked up to Luo Qingcheng.

She possesses the three spiritual roots of water, wood, and fire. Since water nourishes wood and wood nourishes fire, she is particularly skilled in mastering fire spiritual power in addition to practicing swordsmanship.

Hu Muyu controlled the output of spiritual energy to release a fireball spell, which eventually resulted in a small flame appearing in the air.

She lit a fire with her fingertips and brought it close to Luo Qingcheng's face...

Luo Qingcheng was fast asleep when he suddenly smelled the odor of burning feathers—

It stinks!

Who is it? If you want to kill a chicken, why don't you go outside and do it?!

The system gloated: [Host, if you don't get up soon, your butt will be on fire!]