Spiritual Root transformation

The news of Li Qingyang joining the Solid Strike faction, the Solid Strike faction leader earning gratitude from Cangshan faction elders, and the incident where Elder Spirit Spring lost an arm at the hands of Wang Jun often sent shockwaves through the martial arts community. Those who hadn't witnessed the events in person were filled with disbelief, their expressions ranging from surprise to anger.

Expressions of incredulity filled the faces of warriors who had learned of these developments through word of mouth. The discussions were fervent and full of strong opinions.

"What?! Li Qingyang joined the Solid Strike faction?"

"What?! The Solid Strike faction leader earned the gratitude of Azure Mountain faction elders?"

"What?! Elder Wei had his arm chopped off by that guy?"

For those who had not witnessed the incidents firsthand, the news was hard to digest. The stories circulating about Wang Jun's actions in recruitment platform were sensational, to say the least. Within half a day of Wang Jun's departure from the city with Li Qingyang, the entire city seemed to be buzzing with these shocking revelations.

"It can't be true!"

"Why would a supposedly weak clan have such a formidable leader?"

"Could it be a rumor?"

"It's no rumor! I personally witnessed it in Recruitment Event!"

The reactions were a mix of disbelief and amazement.

"Solid Strike Chief cutting off Elder Wei's arm... Does that mean he's made a powerful enemy in Spirit Spring Sect?"

"Spirit Spring Sect is not an easy opponent. In my opinion, it won't be long before they come looking for trouble in Qingyang Village!"

Wang Jun often couldn't help but share the concerns of everyone in the city. However, with 97 points of contribution still at his disposal, he felt confident, stating, "As long as the people from Spirit Spring Sect dare to come, I will make sure they leave with their tails between their legs."

Wang Jun often carried himself with a quiet confidence, unwavering in the face of potential challenges from the formidable Spirit Spring Sect.

For the purpose of transcending the realm? Isn't it simply about becoming stronger, about putting up a front of strength? Getting bullied? Still getting bullied at the doorstep? Such things couldn't be tolerated by the leader, nor by the Solid Strike Sect.

The head of Solid Strike faction was now eagerly anticipating it. If Spirit Spring Sect came seeking trouble, it would be an opportunity to further enhance the martial arts' reputation and make the world aware that they were not to be trifled with.

However, as they stood before the two old, weathered wooden doors, a gust of wind made them creak as if they were about to fall off at any moment.

Li Qingyang stood ten meters outside the door, gazing at the dilapidated building and the plaque hanging on the door. He couldn't help but mutter, "Head, Is it too late for me to turn back?"

"Yes," Wang Jun often smiled wryly.

Dear heavens, this was his Solid Strike Sect! To develop it into the most powerful martial arts school in a hundred years and recruit 100,000 disciples, it felt like a monumental task.

"Hey, hey!"

A three-year-old child with a bare bottom jumped up and halted at the door's corner. He was holding his little Dingding and diligently tending to the weeds.

"Ahhhh!"

Wang Jun often laughed, drawing his sword and growling, "Little brat, dare to pee in front of my Solid Strike Sect? I'll cut off your little Dingding!"

"Head, please remain calm, head!" Li Qingyang hurriedly interceded, fearing his teacher would do something rash.

"Wow!"

The three-year-old was terrified, burst into tears, and ran off, clutching his Dingding. He shouted in a grievous tone, "Mom... the ugly man wants to hurt me!"

"Ahhhh!"

Wang Jun growled, still enraged, "Little brat, if you call me a ugly man again, I'll make you regret it right now!"

"Head, please remain calm, head!" Li Qingyang continued to plead for restraint.

Li Qingyang desperately tried to calm the situation.

"Hoo!"

Wang Jun took a deep breath and smiled, regaining his composure. He said, "As the leader of a faction, I can't engage in disputes with a three-year-old child."

"Brush!"

He flicked his sleeves and continued, "Let's go, let's..."

Just as Wang Jun approached the door, the plaque hanging on it was blown down by the wind and struck him directly on the forehead, sending him sprawling to the ground with his feet in the air.

Li Qingyang: "..."

Lu Yan: "..."

"Ahhh! I want to smash it!"

"Calm down! Calm down! That's our plaque!"

Well...

"Since our Solid Strike Sect wants to develop, we need to take care of the inside and outside of the sect. These broken doors and windows need to be replaced."

Wang Jun often sat in the martial arts hall, laughing deeply. The recent windfall in Qingyang City had filled their pockets. The first thing on the agenda was to rebuild the sect's ancestral gate. While it might not be extravagant, it should at least be pleasing to the eye.

"Head," Li Qingyang whispered, "You're still bleeding!"

"No problem, no problem," Wang Jun often smiled, patting the wound where the plaque had struck. He continued, "These tasks are entrusted to you, and you must handle them with care."

"Yes," Li Qingyang replied.

"Alright," Wang Jun often smiled, handing him a few silver tickets. He stood up and said, "I'm feeling a bit dizzy. I'll go rest for a bit."

Well...

The Solid Strike Sect was situated on a barren mountain near Qingyang Village. With previous sect leader's demise, villagers rarely visited. However, in recent days, villagers noticed that many carpenters and bricklayers from Azure Sun City were heading up the mountain, along with various building materials.

"Are they renovating Solid Strike Sect?"

"How can that smelly dog be so rich?"

"It's impossible. I went to Wang's house to beg for food not long ago. How could he have money?"

"Let's go and see."

The villagers of Qingyang Village attempted to go up the mountain in small groups, but they were stopped at the mountain pass by Lu Yan. She declared, "Our sect is undergoing renovations, and non-disciples of this sect are not allowed to enter without permission."

"Girl."

A villager chuckled and said, "We're folks from beneath the mountain, and dogs..."

"锵!"

Lu Lu's sword was drawn from its sheath, and she spoke with cold authority, "The boss has given orders. Anyone who dares to call him by that nickname will face dire consequences."

"Brush!"

In that moment, the villagers from Qingyang Village exhibited impressive martial prowess and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Lu Yan sheathed her sword and whispered to herself, "Calling him 'dog' is much better than 'Wang Jun.' Why is the boss so resistant to it?"

Well...

The renovation of the Solid Strike Sect was being overseen by Li Qingyang.

Inside his room, Wang Jun, the sect's leader, pondered, "We have resources, but we need disciples to carry out martial missions to improve our martial arts infrastructure."

"Brush!"

He opened the system panel once again and found that there was still no indication of when martial missions would become available. So, he inquired, "System, when will martial missions be accessible?"

The system replied, "Wait."

"..."

Wang Jun often chuckled silently and manually accessed the mall to see if there was anything he needed. With martial skills and weapons, he currently lacked one crucial element: realm!

Wang Jun realized that he couldn't continue progressing through the starry continent with his current level of cultivation. It was imperative to improve his realm first.

"Is there any method to gain experience?" He began searching but couldn't find anything relevant at the bottom of the list.

Wang Jun often lay on the bed, still bleeding from the head, and pondered, "Is it possible for me to increase my realm through meditation and enlightenment like the warriors here?"

It wasn't impossible, but it would be slow. After all, his physical attributes were average, and he lacked advanced cultivation techniques. Traditional practice was his primary option.

"Correct!" 

Wang Jun often smiled, despite the blood spurt, and patted his head.In this moment system chimed in, 

"You can transform your Spiritual Root!"

"Brush!"

He opened the system panel again, entered the preliminary store, scrolled all the way down, and quickly focused on an item named 'Spiritual Root Transformation Liquid.'

He clicked to open the detailed introduction:

Item: Spiritual Root Transformation Fluid.

Efficacy: You can transform your own Spiritual Root and upgrade to Next level on the original basis. 

Note: Only for those with Black Spiritual root.

Aging: Lifetime.

Price: 50 points contribution value.

"50 points?" 

Wang Jun retreated with a smile, confirming that the price was indeed 50 points of contribution value, and mused,

"Why Is the item for upgrading Spiritual root so expensive?"

"Yes, indeed," the system responded. "The level of Spiritual root determines the speed and upper limit of martial arts practice, so it's understandable."

Without hesitation, he chose to buy.

"Ding!"

"The host consumes 50 points of contribution value, obtains the Spiritual root transformation liquid × 1, and it has been delivered to the space ring."

"Ding!"

"Martial contribution: 47/100."