Racking up Money

In any world, the importance of money is self-evident. It's not just about acquiring weapons and martial arts skills; even the basic necessities like food and shelter require money to obtain. The Solid Strike faction found itself in a tight spot due to a lack of funds, as their previous disciples had used up their assets in an attempt to clear Wang Zhangmen's name and save him from imprisonment.

However, their efforts to gather the necessary funds took a considerable amount of time, and Wang Zhangmen's escape raised suspicions. The faction, already living on a shoestring budget, faced even more hardships. Two disciples, struggling to survive, eventually reached a point where they had no choice but to seek help from their families.

In contrast, Jun Chang, who happened to pass by, found humor in their situation. He spent a few days living comfortably, enjoying three meals a day and even indulging in martial arts practice. Lu, another member of the faction, managed to sustain himself by relying on the goodwill of the villagers for his meals.

The Solid Strike Pie faction realized that if they wanted to thrive and develop, they needed to find a way to generate income. Jun Chang, seizing the opportunity, used his insight into martial arts and the knowledge of the time limit to embark on a quest to make money in this unfamiliar world.

Did he ever doubt the value of his own skills? Not anymore.

One hundred silver ticket!

Previously, he had ridiculed himself and belittled the needs of the Solid Strike faction.

Two hundred Silver ticket!

He engaged in small book trading and didn't entertain any bargaining. Thanks to his profound understanding of the ninth type of stacked wave sword and his ability to teach it, he became an instructor for the elders of the Azure Mountain School and other martial artists. Although some warriors hesitated at the cost, they were willing to pay for his expert guidance.

In just 30 minutes, Wang Jun provided guidance to twenty martial artists, helping them resolve their martial arts dilemmas and earning over three thousand silver tickets in the process. As he watched the silver tickets accumulate in his space ring, he couldn't help but think, 

"Even though I can't sell medicines here, I can certainly make money by trading valuable items from system."

"Jun heads."

Wang Jun pointed out a deficiency in boxing for a warrior.Approching Wang Jun The master of the Li family leaned in and said, "Li has encountered a problem in his technique, and I hope you can offer your guidance."

The ninth type of stacked wave sword, once considered insurmountable, had now become a sought-after commodity. Money, it seemed, flowed toward those who could provide the answers. Wang Jun was on his way to becoming a prosperous figure in this new world.

Under Wang Jun's expert guidance, many martial artists were leaving with newfound joy, their martial arts dilemmas finally resolved after years of confusion.

"Yes,"

  Wang Jun replied with a cheerful grin, "One thousand silver ticket."

"What?" Master Li couldn't believe his ears and exclaimed, "One thousand?"

Jun Chang continued to smile, unfazed by the shock. "Yes, one thousand."

The corners of Master Li's mouth twitched. It seemed clear to him that this guy was intentionally trying to embarrass him, possibly because he had just prevented his son from joining the Solid Strike faction.

"Sect head Jun"

Master Li sighed and asked, "No one else was charged more than two hundred. Why am I being charged one thousand?"

Wang Jun maintained his composed demeanor and quipped, "Look at Master Li, he doesn't want to spend money when he needs guidance."

Master Li bristled with anger but managed to restrain himself, especially when he was seeking help from someone.

"Sect head Jun," Master Li said sternly, "am I being treated unfairly?"

Jun Chang chuckled softly and replied, "You could interpret it that way."

Master Li's anger flared up again, but he managed to keep it in check. After all, he still needed Wang Jun's guidance.

In the world where martial arts knowledge was precious, the price of wisdom was not taken lightly, even if it meant parting with a significant sum of money. Wang Jun had established himself as someone who valued his expertise, and those who sought his help had to be willing to pay the price. 

"Head,"

  Li Qingyang stepped forward earnestly and implored, "Please, for the sake of your disciple, consider giving him a discount."

Jun Chang grinned and stroked his chin in contemplation. "Alright, since you're my disciple's father, I'll grant you a discount, just this once."

"Only one silver "

gasps

"... "

"what"

"what a huge discount"

This unexpected act of offering discounts left the martial artists from various factions dumbfounded. One thousand becoming just one? It was unheard of!

Wang Jun, aware that Li Qingyang was to be retained, had no intention of embarrassing Master Li. He decided to charge him only a nominal fee to help him resolve his martial arts problems.

"Indeed, indeed,"

Master Li, now enlightened, agreed readily. He had carried doubts about this technique for years, and finally, they were dispelled. With Li Qingyang studying at the Solid Strike School, his future martial achievements were bound to be remarkable.

It wasn't just Master Li who benefited; all the martial artists who had sought guidance from different factions realized that the people they had once underestimated were not to be taken lightly. Wang Jun, with his discerning guidance, earned both silver and prestige.

But Wang Jun had more than one plan in motion. While acting as a martial arts instructor, he also learned various martial skills from the factions. Although his proficiency was not high, he acquired knowledge in swordsmanship, boxing, mental cultivation, and palm techniques. If he had to purchase this knowledge, it would have cost him a considerable sum.

It was a win-win situation, and Wang Jun was reaping the benefits.

"You all," Wang Jun addressed the crowd after another martial artist had received instruction, "This seat is weary, and I believe that concludes today's guidance."

Some anxious martial artists protested, with one even offering four silver tickets, saying, "mr.Jun, I'm willing to pay four hundred Silver ticket!"

Wang Jun shook his head with a smile and declined, "Teaching martial arts has consumed a great deal of my energy, and I must focus on my own cultivation for the next several months."

Wang Jun's plan to continue making money hit a roadblock when he attempted to redeem the insight amulet again, only to find it unavailable in the mall. The item had a limitation of one purchase per month, much to his disappointment. He couldn't help but express his frustration, realizing that even Healing pill and spells had purchase limits.

With the loss of the insight amulet's aura, Wang Jun was back to square one. He could only wear a tired expression as he interacted with the martial artists from various factions who were eager to continue their lessons.

"Hey," one of the martial artists called out.

The Li family patriarch turned to Wang Jun and said, trying to be amiable, "Thank you for your guidance. We'll return to our family now."

As they left, Master Li spoke to his son, Li Qingyang, "Follow Master Jun and train diligently. Don't disappoint your father."

Li Qingyang nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, the disappointment of not being able to continue lessons with Wang Jun didn't deter the other martial artists. They resumed the recruitment process, and it was a frenzy. Young individuals from various places, who had initially hesitated, were now eager to join the Solid Strike faction. They rushed to sign up, as the faction's popularity soared with Wang Jun's guidance and the reputation of resolving long-standing martial arts problems.

Li Qingyang's decision to join the Solid Strike faction had created an atmosphere of excitement within the faction. After witnessing Wang Jun's effective guidance, even martial artists from various other schools no longer hesitated and eagerly registered.

Previously, the faces of the various factions had been full of life, while the Solid Strike faction had struggled to garner interest. But now, the situation had reversed dramatically. The Solid Strike faction's registration area was packed with eager applicants.

Wang Jun, in good spirits, called for order, "Don't push, take your time, one by one!"

With the influx of young girls eager to sign up, Wang Jun found himself somewhat overwhelmed. But he knew that in the midst of this crowd, he had to be selective. There were too many applicants, and he needed to choose the best among them.

Wang Jun often laughed as he delegated the task of collecting entry forms to his senior and junior disciples. They would review the qualifications and cultivation levels of the applicants before deciding whether to accept them.

The puppet system had given him a clear goal: to make the Solid Strike faction the strongest sect. To achieve this, he needed both strong martial arts skills and outstanding disciples.

He couldn't afford to randomly admit a large group of subpar individuals. Instead, he had discreetly requested that all those joining the Solid Strike faction must have at least a minimum of quality roots, and ideally, they should possess the best quality roots.

However, out of hundreds of teenage applicants, only ten had quality roots, while the rest had either low-quality or ordinary roots. The best quality roots were exceedingly rare.

Although Azure City was the main city of Azure Sun County, it was still a relatively small place, and finding candidates with excellent quality roots like Li Qingyang was already a fortunate occurrence.

"Quality is lacking," Wang Jun admitted, "But for now, let's aim to maximize the number of Sect members to a hundred."

Wang Jun often laughed as he picked up the faction's seal, dipped it in ink, and stamped it on the entry table.

"Ding!"

"Sect members: 4/100!"

"Ding!"

"Sect contribution: 11/100."

"Ding"

"Ding"... 

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