Chapter 8: Curvaceous with Long Legs, Fair-Skinned and Beautiful with a Slender Waist?

To break through a layer in just half an hour meant the effects of the Body Tempering Chapter were self-evident. Although part of this success could be attributed to Yangx Kai’s own accumulated foundation, he believed it would have taken him at least another three or four months to advance without the Body Tempering Chapter.

In his excitement, Yangx Kai failed to hold his breath and hurriedly exhaled.

A jet-black stream of air, thick like smoke and reeking of filth, shot out from his mouth and struck the ground, kicking up a layer of dust. After exhaling that breath, he couldn’t help but feel a profound lightness throughout his body. His five senses had also become much sharper.

"Are these Acquired impurities?" Yangx Kai stood frozen in shock.

During Cultivation in the Body Tempering Realm, every breakthrough expelled impurities from the body. Yangx Kai had experienced this before, but it was nowhere near this extent.

Countless thoughts and lingering joy swirled in his mind. Although this session of Cultivation had directly advanced him by a layer, it hadn’t even begun to unleash the true efficacy of the Body Tempering Chapter. He had spent half an hour practicing his forms, yet he had only managed to perform less than one percent of the routines outlined in the Body Tempering Chapter. If a mere fraction could produce such results, what would happen if he executed them all?

But haste makes waste, and impatience never yields good results.

After thinking deeply for a moment, Yangx Kai formed a tentative plan for his future path. While it wasn’t comprehensive, he was no longer aimlessly taking things one step at a time like before. For a moment, his emotions surged.

After grabbing a quick bite to eat, Yangx Kai picked up his broom and resumed his work as a sweeping Servant.

Although he was a sweeping Servant of the Lingxiao Pavilion, he didn’t have to sweep the entire grounds. The area he was responsible for only accounted for a tenth of the Lingxiao Pavilion. Therefore, the task wasn’t too strenuous and could generally be finished in about an hour.

Xia Ningshang stood on a treetop, observing the activities of the Lingxiao Pavilion Disciples today. Inadvertently, she caught sight of Yangx Kai sweeping and couldn’t help but feel curious. He was clearly absent-minded today, lost in his own thoughts. He had actually been sweeping the exact same spot for an entire half an hour without moving. He polished that patch of ground so spotlessly clean and gleaming that even a mosquito landing on it would probably sprain its ankle.

"This guy..." Xia Ningshang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Yangx Kai was indeed deep in thought. Having stumbled upon such a massive stroke of luck yesterday, he naturally needed to carefully consider his future. However, after pondering for a long time, he couldn’t come up with a brilliant plan. He only had half an hour of Cultivation time before sunrise. What should he do with the rest of his day?

Right as he was mulling this over, the sound of hurried footsteps approached from behind. Yangx Kai quickly tried to dodge, but unexpectedly, the other person made the exact same evasive maneuver, resulting in a head-on collision.

Yangx Kai was completely unfazed, his body only swaying slightly. The person who crashed into him, however, felt as if they had just slammed into a solid steel plate. With a yelp, the person tumbled to the ground, feeling completely numb at the point of impact.

Snapping back to reality, Yangx Kai looked at the other person apologetically. "Junior brother, are you alright?"

The young man was initially a bit furious. But when he looked up and saw that it was Yangx Kai—the punching bag who got beaten up every five days—his anger instantly dissipated. There was no point in losing his temper at someone like him, and besides, he was partly to blame for the collision.

He quickly waved his hands. "I’m fine, I’m fine!"

He scrambled to his feet as he spoke and dashed off in a hurry.

"Where are you rushing off to?" Yangx Kai asked.

The man didn’t even turn his head, his voice drifting back from a distance. "To the Contribution Hall! Where else?"

Hearing this, Yangx Kai suddenly remembered that today was the eighth of the month. The eighth of every month was the day the Sect distributed the Contribution Points earned from the previous month!

Therefore, on this day every month, the Sect’s logistics area would be bustling with activity. The Contribution Hall, in particular, would be swarmed by countless people eager to see how many Contribution Points they had acquired. Those with a substantial amount would naturally exchange them for Spiritual Pills and Medicines, Divine Weapon Armors, and Martial Scripture Secret Manuals to boost their strength. As a result, the Lingxiao Pavilion Disciples were always highly excited when this day arrived.

Some rejoiced, while others despaired. Yangx Kai belonged to the latter group.

Standing frozen in place, he did some quick mental math and couldn’t help but grimace. His Contribution Points from last month were as pitiful as ever.

Sweeping earned him ten Contribution Points. However, he had been challenged six times last month and lost all six matches! Every defeat cost him one Contribution Point, meaning his net income was a mere four Sect Contribution Points.

"This is just too pathetic," he muttered.

Fortunately, he was currently a Trial Disciple, the absolute lowest rank in the Lingxiao Pavilion, so losing only cost him a single point. If he were among the ordinary disciples, every defeat would dock him two points, meaning he would have ended up in the negative!

Thinking of this, Yangx Kai felt a sudden wave of immense relief.

However, every little bit counted. He was currently struggling to make ends meet and was relying on those meager Contribution Points to survive the month.

He didn’t delay any further and quickly resumed sweeping the ground.

By noon, Yangx Kai finally finished his chores. Grabbing his broom, he charged straight toward the Contribution Hall.

After the chaotic morning rush, the Contribution Hall was now practically deserted and exceedingly quiet. This was precisely why Yangx Kai hadn’t come earlier; joining the massive queue in the morning would have been incredibly troublesome.

He strolled into the pavilion of the Contribution Hall and found it completely silent, save for an old man dozing off behind the counter.

This old man was the Shopkeeper of the Contribution Hall. He appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, with sparse white hair and a kindly face. He looked entirely harmless, but Yangx Kai knew that this elder was a genuine master!

Once, an Elite Disciple of the Lingxiao Pavilion had acted out of line in the Contribution Hall, and this old man had flicked him dozens of yards away with a single finger, nearly killing the youth on the spot. Yangx Kai had been present at the time. It was from that moment on that he realized this somewhat improper old geezer possessed unfathomable strength.

Yangx Kai walked up to the counter. The old man was fast asleep, snoring like thunder while smacking his lips, a wretched and perverted grin plastered across his face.

"This old coot! He must be dreaming about one of the female Disciples of the Lingxiao Pavilion again!" Yangx Kai thought.

Accustomed to this sight, Yangx Kai lightly tapped his broom against the counter a few times and called out softly, "Shopkeeper Mengg!"

The old man’s surname was Mengg. Yangx Kai didn’t know his full name and had always addressed him this way.

The soft KNOCK KNOCK of the broom interrupted the old man’s sweet dreams. He opened his groggy eyes, and upon seeing that it was Yangx Kai, his aged face instantly scrunched up as if he had just seen a pile of dung.

"What’s with that look?" Yangx Kai asked, thoroughly annoyed.

Shopkeeper Mengg rolled his eyes. "Why didn’t you come in the morning?"

"There were too many people this morning," Yangx Kai replied righteously. "It’s nice and quiet now!"

"You interrupted this old man’s sweet dream. Do you not know how to respect your elders, boy?"

Yangx Kai leaned in and whispered, "Which girl were you dreaming about?"

Shopkeeper Mengg instantly perked up. He wiped his mouth and was just about to brag about it when he caught the sly, disdainful look in Yangx Kai’s eyes. Realizing he had been tricked, he SLAPPED the counter loudly. "Such a question is a stain on my spotless reputation! How outrageous!"

"Did she have a good figure?"

"Fantastic!" Shopkeeper Mengg practically drooled.

"Curves in all the right places, long legs, pale skin, beautiful face, and a slender waist?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Shopkeeper Mengg nodded vigorously, nearly viewing Yangx Kai as a kindred spirit.

"Heh heh..." Yangx Kai sneered silently.

Shopkeeper Mengg stammered, his face turning as red as a baboon’s bottom. Thoroughly humiliated, he wished he could find a hole in the ground and bury himself.