Chapter 113- Fang Yuan
A day had passed, the echoes of Lin Zhaoyue’s exasperated screech replaced by the quiet scratch of Fang Yuan’s brush.
He sat in his austere office within the Phoenix Soul Pavilion, sunlight filtering through the lattice window, illuminating motes of dust dancing over stacks of parchment.
His focus was absolute as he meticulously transcribed tasks onto scrolls.
The System’s quests shimmered in his mind’s eye, invisible and inscrutable to anyone else.
The tedious work of manual transcription was the price for translating system prompts into clan action.
The rewards he gained were System Points every time each of the tasks got completed.
He paused, raising his head to gaze at the phantom numbers only he could see, superimposed against the far wall:
[System Points: 43,500
Faith Points: 4,100
Passive FP Gain: +1,100/day]
A grimace flickered across his face. 43,500. A stark descent from the 100,000 he’d started with.
That fortune had bled away into Bone Marrow Pills and cultivation elixirs now carefully cataloged in the clan treasury, awaiting distribution to those who earned the Merit Points he was currently creating.