For the assembled guests, this was an exceedingly simple requirement.
Their struggle had never been finding spirit beasts of the right species—it was locating those of suitable age. Now, they could trade lower-year beasts plus resources for higher-year rings of the same type. The deal was beyond satisfactory.
As for Wu Tong, crafting spirit rings and bones wasn't difficult at all. Once Wisdom King analyzed a spirit ring, all its secrets lay bare before him.
He simply needed to:
Use the structural blueprint deciphered by Wisdom King.
Reconstruct it with energy.
Slot in a spirit technique.
Snap—a brand-new spirit ring, ready for use.
By adjusting the energy input, he could even control the ring's year count—ten thousand years, twenty thousand, even a million. The only constraint was the substantial energy required.
But with [Infinite Origin Reversion], his energy-gathering and conversion technique, that was no longer an issue.
For Wu Tong, creating a spirit ring cost nothing but energy—and as a bonus, he could freely replicate any skills from the analyzed beasts. A zero-investment enterprise.
Thus, both parties got exactly what they wanted.
A textbook win-win.
"Mr. Wu Tong," the Wind Sword Sect's representative abruptly interrupted Wu Tong's self-congratulatory musings, "these are the resources our sect has gathered. How many contribution points can they be exchanged for?"
He stepped ahead of the crowd, presenting several storage-type spirit tools.
Contribution points—a currency Wu Tong had devised en route.
Trading diverse resources for treasures demanded a universal metric. Calculating each exchange individually would've been madness. So, borrowing from sect contribution systems in past-life novels and the chat group's point mechanism, he'd created this standardized unit.
Normally, factions would never accept such arbitrary tender. But Wu Tong held a monopoly.
If they wanted his wares, they'd play by his rules.
Moreover, this system wasn't just for inter-faction trades—it would also underpin his academy's economy. Contribution points as academic incentives would lure geniuses from every faction.
The exchange list laid bare every spirit master's desires. With enough points, anything could be theirs.
And the academy? Currently, the sole alternative to resource trading for earning points.
Wu Tong accepted the spirit tools and probed them with his consciousness.
"Wisdom King, catalog these materials. Apply the contribution framework I designed—calculate their worth."
The mountain of resources made his head spin. Thank the gods for Wisdom King; manual sorting would've taken ages.
"Acknowledged. Processing…"
"Inventory complete. Contents as follows:
—Unique Assets:Wind Sword Sect's proprietary medicinal bath formula ×1Exclusive spirit power meditation manual ×1Gale Sword Art ×1Body Tempering Technique ×1…
—Rare Materials:Hundred-Year Spirit Bones ×3Thousand-Year Spirit Bone ×1Mutated Silver-Scaled Mandala Snake Venom ×10Spirit Tool: Dagger ×1Clarity Blossoms ×50Solarflare Meteor Iron ×100 jin…
—Common Materials:Mithril ×180 tonsArcane Silver ×150 tonsCrimson Copper ×220 tonsRefined Steel ×500+ tonsBlaze Stones ×1,000+Frost Crystals ×3,000+…
Total estimated value: 1,200,000+ contribution points.
Note: If sold to the chat group, host's actual gain would approximate 2,000,000+ exchange points."
Wu Tong nearly laughed aloud.
He'd known factions could mobilize vast resources—but for the Wind Sword Sect, a middling power among the Lower Four Sects, to yield over two million points?
This venture was already a triumph. With other factions' contributions incoming, his haul would be staggering.
"Archive all knowledge-based resources into the database. Analyze and reverse-engineer materials where possible. Notify me upon completion."
"Acknowledged. Compiling…"
...
Leaving Wisdom King to its task, Wu Tong addressed the Wind Sword envoy.
"Your sect's resources convert to 1.2 million contribution points. You may now make selections."
He produced a jade card etched with glowing runes and handed it over.
"1.2 million? That's substantial."
"Who knew the Wind Sword Sect had such reserves?"
"We've underestimated them."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. The envoy now faced stares laden with recalculations, envy, and—most prominently—rapacious hunger.
Wu Tong sighed inwardly. This is the Douluo World in a nutshell.
The strong preyed on the weak. The many oppressed the few. Jungle law, unabashed.
Reforming this world would be a marathon, not a sprint.
"Contribution points are non-transferable," he declared. "Abandon any… extralegal acquisition plans."
"Moreover, I find coercive tactics distasteful. Should I discover any such attempts…"
His current influence placed him squarely among the rule-makers. None dared disregard the warning.
Most reined in their avarice—though a few merely buried it deeper.
"Thank you, Mr. Wu Tong." The Wind Sword envoy bowed, relief palpable as the predatory gazes dissipated.
Wu Tong waved a hand.
"Rest easy. Beyond these walls, I can't police the world. But here?"
A razor-edged smile.
"My word is law."
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