After just half an hour, he advanced to the next level, and the effects of the Body Tempering Chapter were evident. Although Yang Kai's own accumulated strength played a part, he believed that without the Body Tempering Chapter, it would have taken him at least three to four months to advance.
In his excitement, Yang Kai couldn't hold his breath and hurriedly exhaled.
A jet of pitch-black, smoky breath spewed from Yang Kai's mouth, dirty and foul, rushing to the ground and stirring up a layer of dust. After this exhalation, Yang Kai felt a lightness all over his body, and his senses became much sharper.
Is this the impurity of the postnatal state? Yang Kai was shocked on the spot.
The cultivation in the Body Tempering Realm expels impurities from the body with each advancement. Yang Kai had experienced this before, but it was far from the extent of this time.
Countless thoughts and joy swirled in Yang Kai's mind, refusing to dissipate. Although he had advanced a level this time, he had not fully utilized the true power of the Body Tempering Chapter. In the half hour of practicing, he had only used less than one percent of the techniques. If one percent could bring such results, what would happen if he used all of them?
But haste makes waste, and rushing can lead to mistakes...
After deep contemplation, Yang Kai had some plans for his future, though not comprehensive, they were no longer as haphazard as before. For a moment, his emotions were quite stirred.
After eating a little, Yang Kai picked up the broom and started his work as a sweeper.
Although Yang Kai was a sweeper at Lingxiao Pavilion, he didn't have to sweep the entire pavilion. He was only responsible for one-tenth of it. Therefore, sweeping wasn't too laborious, and he could finish in about an hour.
Xia Ningshang stood on a tree branch, overseeing the activities of the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples. She inadvertently noticed Yang Kai sweeping and felt puzzled. Today, Yang Kai seemed distracted, lost in thought, and had been sweeping the same spot for half an hour without moving, making the ground so clean that even a mosquito would slip if it landed there.
This person... Xia Ningshang couldn't help but laugh and cry.
Yang Kai was indeed deep in thought. After the great opportunity he had yesterday, he naturally had to consider his future. But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a good plan. He only had the time to practice for half an hour before sunrise. What should he do with the rest of the time?
While he was thinking, a hurried set of footsteps approached from behind. Yang Kai quickly dodged, but the other person also made a move to avoid, and they ended up colliding head-on.
Yang Kai was fine, just slightly swaying, but the person who collided with him felt as if he had hit a steel plate, fell to the ground with a cry, and the impact area was numb.
Yang Kai came to his senses and looked at the other person apologetically, "Junior Brother, are you okay?"
The other person was initially angry, but upon seeing Yang Kai, the punching bag who got beaten every five days, his anger dissipated. There was no point in getting mad at such a person, and he was also partly to blame for the collision.
He waved his hand, "No, no, I'm fine!" and quickly stood up, running off in a hurry.
Yang Kai asked, "Junior Brother, where are you rushing off to?"
The other person didn't look back, his voice coming from a distance, "To the Contribution Hall, where else?"
Hearing this, Yang Kai suddenly remembered that today was the eighth day of the month, the day when the sect distributed the previous month's contributions!
So, on this day of the month, the sect's logistics department would be bustling, especially the Contribution Hall, where countless people would rush to find out how many contributions they had earned last month. More contributions meant more opportunities to exchange for spiritual pills, divine weapons, and martial manuals to enhance their strength. Therefore, the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion would be quite excited on this day.
Some were happy, some were sad, and Yang Kai was one of the latter.
Standing there, Yang Kai calculated with his fingers and couldn't help but frown. The contributions he earned last month were still pitifully low.
Sweeping the ground earned him ten contributions, but he was challenged six times last month, and he lost all six! Each loss deducted one contribution, so he only earned four contributions in total.
This... This was unbearable.
Fortunately, he was a probationary disciple, the lowest rank in Lingxiao Pavilion, and losing a match only deducted one contribution. If he were a regular disciple, losing a match would deduct two contributions, and he would end up in the red!
Thinking of this, Yang Kai felt a wave of relief.
However, even a small amount of contribution was still valuable. He was currently in a difficult situation and relied on those few contributions to get through the month.
Without hesitation, he started sweeping.
By noon, Yang Kai had finished his work and headed to the Contribution Hall with his broom.
After the morning rush, the Contribution Hall was now deserted and quiet. This was why Yang Kai didn't come in the morning; he would have had to wait in line, which was quite troublesome.
He walked into the Contribution Hall, and it was indeed quiet, with only an old man dozing behind the counter.
The old man was the manager of the Contribution Hall, about fifty to sixty years old, with thin white hair and a kind face. He seemed harmless, but Yang Kai knew he was a formidable expert!
Once, a Lingxiao Pavilion elite disciple acted recklessly in the Contribution Hall and was sent flying dozens of feet by the old man's finger, nearly losing his life. Yang Kai was there at the time and realized the old man's strength was unfathomable.
Yang Kai approached and saw the old man sleeping soundly, snoring loudly, and smacking his lips with a lecherous smile.
This old scoundrel! Who knows which Lingxiao Pavilion female disciple he's dreaming about!
Yang Kai, used to this, lightly tapped the counter with his broom and softly called, "Manager Meng!"
The old man's surname was Meng, and Yang Kai didn't know his full name, so he always called him by this title.
A few light taps disturbed the old man's dream. He opened his blurry eyes and, upon seeing Yang Kai, his face immediately wrinkled as if he had seen a pile of feces.
"What's that look for?" Yang Kai was furious.
Manager Meng rolled his eyes, "Why didn't you come in the morning?"
Yang Kai replied confidently, "There were too many people in the morning, and it's quiet now!"
"Disturbing my good dream, do you know what it means to respect the elderly?"
Yang Kai leaned in and asked in a low voice, "Which girl did you dream about?"
Manager Meng immediately perked up, wiped his mouth, and was about to tell Yang Kai, but seeing the cunning and disdainful look in Yang Kai's eyes, he suddenly realized and slapped the counter, "What are you asking? You're defaming my reputation! How dare you!"
"Is she well-endowed?"
"Yes!" Manager Meng's drool was almost flowing.
"Does she have a curvy figure, long legs, fair skin, and a slender waist?"
"Uh-huh..." Manager Meng nodded quickly, almost considering Yang Kai a kindred spirit.
"Hehe..." Yang Kai laughed coldly.
Manager Meng was speechless, his face as red as a monkey's bottom, feeling utterly embarrassed and wishing he could find a hole to hide in.