Chen Fan was renowned in the entire Spring Autumn Sect. Everyone from the sect elders to the outer sect disciples recognized that name, even if they had never seen him before.
While it seemed like Yu Xiong’s group was here with kind intentions, their true motive was to exploit him.
News of Chen Fan's swift rise to power and acquisition of a heavenly opportunity had spread, making the Tianxia Society covetous of his treasures.
“Hehe, many thanks for your kind intentions, but I’m not interested,” said Chen Fan and prepared to leave
Yu Xiong froze momentarily before his expression shifted.
The Tianxia Society, taking the initiative, had invited a newly promoted inner sect disciple to join them, only to face rejection.
What was it if not a slap to their face?
Yu Xiong quickly stopped Chen Fan and said furiously, “How dare you reject us. Don’t you know our strength? Countless inner sect disciples are eager to join us but just can’t!”
Chen Fan shrugged and said indifferently, “Since so many people want to join your Tianxia Society, then you go find them.”
“You have no idea what’s good for you!” retorted the other elite disciples of the Tianxia Society, their tones cold and their expressions twisted.
Yu Xiong’s expression turned cold, and he said, “Our Tianxia Society is one of the strongest forces in the inner sect. Senior Brother Feng Tianxia, our society leader, is among the top ten holy disciples. How dare you reject us!”
"Hoho, that's interesting," Chen Fan retorted with a mocking expression. Disdain laced his words as he continued, "Do I have to join just because your Tianxia Society extended an invitation? Move aside. I’m not interested in your Tianxia Society and don’t need your protection in the inner sect.”
“Chen Fan, we only invited you because you seem decently strong. Do you really think you’re that great?”
Yu Xiong laughed coldly. An icy light flickered in his eyes as he warned, “You’ve already offended Duan Jingtian and will face difficulties in the inner sect. We generously invited you to join us, offering a solution to your predicament. Yet, you dare reject our goodwill? Have you considered the consequences of your choice?”
“It doesn’t matter whether I’m great or not. What matters is that I won’t join your Tianxia Society or whatever! I'm not even afraid of Duan Jingtian, so I couldn't care less if I offend your society,” said Chen Fan and turned to leave.
“Damnable little bastard, you dare reject our Tianxia Society! Very well, let's see if you have the qualifications to refuse!” Yu Xiong smiled coldly and struck out with a palm.
The palm hurtling toward Chen Fan’s back had so much primeval qi that it almost seemed real.
A cold light flashed in Chen Fan’s eyes. He had been attacked so tyrannically simply because he had refused their invitation.
This palm strike was so powerful that no first-level Yuanfu realm could have resisted it.
Refusing to yield, Chen Fan turned around and countered with a powerful punch.
The palm strike shattered upon impact, and the force of Chen Fan's punch surged relentlessly toward Yu Xiong.
“What?” Yu Xiong's expression darkened, unprepared for his palm strike to be broken. Panic flickered in his eyes as he sensed the ferocity of Chen Fan's punch.
A realization dawned on him. Chen Fan had defied the heavens and killed a first-level Yuanfu realm expert when he had only been a Qi Grandmaster. Now that he was a Yuanfu realm expert, his strength had undoubtedly skyrocketed. Despite being a second-level expert, he might not be a match for Chen Fan.
It was a perilous situation. Yu Xiong's hands blurred into a flurry of motion, conjuring a series of palm seals densely packed in front of him.
Chen Fan’s punch shattered countless palm seals in a flash.
As the seals burst, waves of qi swept out, making the first-level Yuanfu realm disciples from the Tianxia Society pale. They were pushed back as blood trickled from their mouths.
“Scram!” Another punch followed from Chen Fan, unstoppable in its momentum.
Yu Xiong’s palm seals were no more; he was sent flying backward with a bang. He crashed onto the ground and rolled away.
Chen Fan looked coldly at the other Tianxia Society elite disciples before walking away. He disappeared into the mountain paths in the blink of an eye.
“Ah, Senior Brother Yu Xiong, are you alright?”
The Tianxia Society disciples soon returned to their senses and rushed to help Yu Xiong.
Though Yu Xiong's complexion was pallid and his breath shallow, his gaze gleamed with malice. “Damn it! Damn it! Let’s go back. Our Tianxia Society definitely wouldn’t let him off easily!”
The Mission Hall sprawled expansively, witnessing a constant flow of inner sect disciples.
Despite the sizable monthly allocation of resources from the sect, cultivating one's strength demanded more than what the sect provided. The Mission Hall served as a crucial avenue for disciples to acquire additional resources.
Disciples undertook various missions from here, as they could earn contribution points upon completing them. These points, in turn, could be exchanged for pills, martial arts techniques, and other necessities within the sect.
As Chen Fan stepped into the Mission Hall, the lively atmosphere enveloped him.
Although the inner sect housed a fraction of the outer sect's disciples, numbering around three thousand, the Mission Hall remained the epicenter of their activity.
“Quickly look, it’s him, that’s right, him. He’s Chen Fan!”
“That guy, how bold of him to dare provoke Senior Brother Duan Jingtian. And that three-year promise? He must be tired of living!”
“Hehe, I think I just saw Chu Tiange. Who knows if he’ll find trouble with him?”
Someone recognized Chen Fan as soon as he entered the Mission Hall. Immediately, many people put down whatever they were doing and looked at him with interest.
Chen Fan remained unperturbed by the attention directed at him. His gaze swept across the hall, noticing the dozen or so primeval mirrors neatly arranged there.
These mirrors displayed a myriad of missions issued by the sect, individuals, and even outsiders commissioning the sect for specific tasks.
Anyone could issue a mission as long as they had a need.
For example, if Chen Fan needed a certain item, he could also issue a mission and have others find it for him. However, that would come at a cost.
Regardless of the issuer's affiliation with the sect, every mission's rewards were funneled through the sect and ultimately converted into contribution points.
Even if a mission came from someone outside the sect, once completed, and the issuer paid the required commission fee to the sect, the individual accomplishing the mission would receive their reward in contribution points.
In simple terms, contribution points were the circulating currency in the Spring Autumn Inner Sect.