These things are not something William Foster needs to worry about yet. Right now, he can’t even get close to the big, prestigious sects. Even though he really hopes to choose one, since those sects have a complete cultivation system, compared to them, these miscellaneous jianghu gangs just don’t measure up. At best, they have one or two makeshift martial arts techniques. They might have some basics, but they’re nowhere near as systematic as the big sects.

“At least I have Wild Ball Fist as my foundation!”

The only headache now is, what to do about these points?

There are only two options on the screen: Pass Three Fists, or Disciple of the Divine Fist Sect!

Pass Three Fists requires three points, while Disciple of the Divine Fist Sect only needs one.

With such a small difference, of course he’d choose Pass Three Fists, but William Foster currently has a points balance of ‘zero!’

“What should I do? Am I supposed to buy points with money?”

It was just a casual complaint, but suddenly the system prompted: Detected that the current world’s currency is precious metals, you can choose to sell them to the system!

“Damn, I really can buy points with money?”

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Chapter 6: You Can Sell This for Money Too?

A money-grubbing system!

Ever since he discovered that silver could be exchanged for points in the system, he thought it over and basically figured out that this so-called ‘Top Master Cultivation System Terminal 2.0’ currently only has two major functions.

The first is that, based on your permission level, it opens up a bunch of sects for you to choose from. The higher your permission, the better the sects you can pick from—this is William Foster’s guess, but he thinks it’s probably true.

Then comes the system’s annoying part: even if you pick a sect, it doesn’t mean you can learn that sect’s martial arts right away. You still have to pay a corresponding amount of points to exchange for a ‘master,’ and the higher the master’s level, the more points it costs.

Pass Three Fists requires three points, while Disciple of the Divine Fist Sect needs one point, but for William Foster, it’s all moot—he doesn’t have a single point right now.

“I’ll put this aside for now and check again after I get paid!”

After fiddling around for a while, he also found out the system provides a training space, but it’s just a plain room with nothing in it. If you want anything special, you still have to pay points. Each time, you can train in the system for up to ten hours, and when you come out, no real-world time has passed at all.

Since he doesn’t have great aptitude, he naturally has to make the most of this extra benefit the system provides, making use of every minute to train.

After ten hours passed, he was surprised to find he didn’t feel tired at all, and even though he’d spent so long in the system, it seemed like only a moment had passed outside.

This discovery delighted him, and with a smile, he had a great night’s sleep. Early the next morning, he went to Ten-Mile Pavilion to start his new job!

Registering and all the related procedures were simple. After answering the necessary questions, someone took care of everything. Pavilion Chief David Thompson said he’d take all the paperwork to the town office when he went back.

He also gave William Foster a small wooden badge symbolizing his role as a constable. Compared to the iron badge he wore, this wooden one was much less impressive in every way, but it still represented William Foster’s rise in status in this world—and also his increased permissions in the system.

He was quite happy when he got the wooden badge, but after seeing the iron badge hanging from David Thompson’s waist, he realized that was the real deal!

The iron badge basically represents a constable’s rank: wooden badges are for people like William Foster, recruited as ‘assistants’ by various town offices or pavilions—basically the lowest level.

A bit better and you get to wear an iron badge.

Iron badges are divided into three grades. The first grade is used by members of the Divine Constable Sect, the second by constables in the prefectural constable hall, and the third by constables in the town constable office.

For example, the David Thompson in front of him was wearing a third-grade iron badge.

When receiving his badge and uniform, David Thompson casually explained all this to William Foster, but he didn’t expect that what William Foster was really thinking was: If I get a first-grade iron badge, I wonder if the system will let me pick from some prestigious orthodox sects. Even if I can’t get into the Carefree Sect, Wudang, or Shaolin, at least Kongtong or Kunlun should be possible.

But before that, he figured he’d better honestly lay a solid foundation first.

The only pleasant surprise was that after officially becoming a constable, David Thompson personally gave him five hundred coins, probably because he saw that William Foster had nothing and was even struggling to eat, so he gave him some money to help him get through the month.

William Foster was naturally very happy, and having already been tempered by the ‘workplace,’ he wasn’t foolish enough to just take the money and leave. Instead, he set aside some of it to buy wine and meat and treated David Thompson to a meal.

As the saying goes, “You can’t bite the hand that feeds you.” Even though it was David Thompson who gave William Foster the money, David Thompson was still pleased, and after a few drinks, he started talking a lot.

“Kid, you’re quick-witted and gutsy. I really appreciate you!”

William Foster just smiled and said nothing, treating David Thompson’s words as drunken rambling, so he kept pouring drinks. After a few more gulps, David Thompson actually let slip an important piece of information.

“Stone, do you know why so many people from the jianghu are willing to come to our constable office and work as ordinary constables?”