Chapter 387
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In the following days, Long Bufan was immersed in the Sect's missions every day. No matter where he went, his figure could be seen.
His work was usually cleaning the Ancestral Hall, feeding the Magical Beasts in the Beast Taming Camp, or picking weeds in the herb garden with big iron shears and iron ladles.
Although the rewards of the missions outside the Sect were much higher, the Sect's missions were easier and easier to complete than the missions outside the Sect. Moreover, the results were faster and the rewards were faster. Sometimes, he could complete ten missions in a day.
Therefore, every few days, Long Bufan would visit the Mission Hall again after completing the Sect's missions. He would hand over the completed missions to the Hall Deacons and receive the corresponding Sect Contribution Points and rewards.
With Long Bufan's current wealth, the reward of more than a dozen Primordial Yang Stones was simply not enough to enter his eyes. What he wanted was the Sect Contribution Points. And these Primordial Yang Stones were all bribed by Long Bufan to the two Outer Hall Deacons in charge of the Mission Hall.
After all, with Long Bufan's crazy way of accepting missions, it would inevitably affect the other Outer Hall Disciples who wanted to gain experience. It was likely that when the time came, there would be some restrictions.
The two Outer Hall Deacons in charge of the Mission Hall were usually more leisurely than the Deacons of the other Halls. Therefore, the monthly salary they received was not high and their lives could be considered somewhat tight.
However, with Long Bufan's private benefits, and the fact that every mission only received Contribution Points and not Primordial Yang Stones, the two Outer Hall Deacons were already overjoyed. They quietly divided the Primordial Yang Stones and put them into their own storage pouches with smiles on their faces.
With such benefits, they could not wait for Long Bufan to complete as many missions as possible.
In the end, naturally, they tactfully turned a blind eye to it.
However, the Outer Hall Disciples who wanted to earn Contribution Points suffered. In the first few days, everyone could reluctantly agree, but this kind of life actually lasted for nearly a month.
For such a long time, there were no Sect missions to accept. Inside the Mission Hall, there were suddenly complaints.
After all, in the Sect, there were all kinds of cultivation resources. Among them, there were seven major cultivation formations for the disciples. However, even if the formations were constantly operating, the energy consumption was also very high.
Therefore, these resources had to be exchanged with sect contribution points in exchange for the right to enter, and those disciples who did not contribute to the sect did not have the right to enter at all.
Of course, there was also another way to enter, which was to pay the corresponding amount of Primordial Yang Stones in lieu of Sect Contribution Points.
The two Deacons of the Mission Hall were under pressure and had no choice but to impose restrictions on Long Bufan. However, they also relaxed a lot on him, limiting him to only ten missions a day.
While Long Bufan was crazily accepting missions, time was also passing by quickly.
Autumn left and winter came, winter left and spring arrived. In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed. Long Bufan's contribution points had increased from zero to 9500 sect contribution points.
That afternoon, the sun shone brightly.
A young man with an iron shovel was shoveling a cart full of animal dung to the ground in an open area of Beastmaster Camp.
"Damn it, this is too smelly …"
Long Bufan, who was originally holding his breath, suddenly inhaled a mouthful of air when he took a breath. Immediately, his entire face twisted together. The smell emitted from the animal dung was simply overwhelming and nauseating.
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