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The truly lucrative, confidential, or high-level missions are unlikely to be listed here openly; they would either require higher authority or be internally assigned.

He originally planned to take on a few tasks to collect provisions, dispose of the thousands of pieces of meat he had collected from fighting monsters along the way, exchange them for some contribution points, and then go to the exchange office to see what martial arts skills he could get.

But just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly stopped.

A question came to mind.

My centurion's badge was dropped by a player I killed.

Can it record contributions correctly?

More importantly, I had never registered my personal information at Yipintang; my name, place of origin, and background were all blank.

Even if you complete the task, where will the contribution points be recorded?

If you go to the exchange counter and find the records are empty, wouldn't you have wasted your time? It might even arouse suspicion.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng frowned.

He stood there for a moment, pondered, then decisively turned around and left the crowded mission hall.

"It seems that to succeed in this path of making contributions, I need to solve the identity problem first." He pondered to himself, continuing his journey back the way he came.

As he passed the training ground, he noticed a fork in the road on the side. At the intersection stood a wooden sign that read "Recruitment Office" in both Tangut script and Chinese characters, with an arrow pointing in the direction.

Wu Feng turned and headed towards the fork in the road.

The intersection was poorly guarded, with only two somewhat lazy guards carrying spears. They glanced at him and let him pass.

At the end of the fork in the road was a relatively isolated courtyard with its gate open. Inside, there were several long wooden tables, and behind each table sat a man who looked like a clerk, registering the people queuing in front of the tables.

Most of the people queuing were players dressed in coarse cloth, with expressions of either anticipation or nervousness on their faces. Occasionally, you could also see a few NPCs dressed as locals from Western Xia.

The line moved quickly, and every now and then someone would finish registering, receive a wooden tag and a simple set of clothes, and leave happily.

Wu Feng did not immediately step forward, but instead crossed his arms and leaned against the shadow of an old tree not far away, observing quietly.

The registration process was surprisingly simple.

The clerk only asked three questions: place of origin, name, and special skills.

The answers are flexible; you can make up a small village in Western Xia or a place in the Central Plains as your place of origin, and your name is also flexible. In the special skills section, you can fill in things like "knows some martial arts", "is strong", or "is fast".

After asking the questions, he took notes, casually pulled out a set of rough leather armor and pants and a basic wooden "Yipintang Member" waist tag from under the table and handed them over, and that was the end of it.

The whole process takes no more than two minutes.

"This threshold... is practically non-existent." Wu Feng was speechless.

Compared to the major sects that require multiple rounds of assessments and even depend on luck and comprehension when recruiting disciples, Yipintang is practically recruiting soldiers, adopting an open-minded approach and accepting anyone who comes first.

Whether one becomes cannon fodder or climbs the ranks depends entirely on their individual contributions.

But on second thought, this mode may not be a bad thing for players.

A clear contribution-based reward system ensures that as long as you are willing to put in the effort and complete the tasks, you can steadily acquire resources, martial arts skills, and equipment.

Compared to the complex systems of many major sects that emphasize lineage, seniority, and opportunities, this simple and direct work-for-reward model is more in line with the needs of most players.

Especially for casual players who just want to quickly improve their skills.

Judging from the conversations among the players yesterday and the brief glimpse I took outside the exchange area just now, Yipintang's armory does seem to have quite a lot of stock.

Not only does it contain martial arts native to Western Xia, but also some martial arts from the Xiaoyao Sect brought by Li Qiushui, and possibly even some martial arts techniques left behind by people from various schools of martial arts who were recruited.

Since Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang, and others are registered here, they might contribute some items to the armory in exchange for resources or status.

"It wouldn't hurt to go in and take a look," Wu Feng decided.

If the contribution system is feasible, then I'll take the opportunity to collect some points and exchange them for a few useful martial arts skills.

If that doesn't work, try another method, such as...finding an opportunity to borrow it.

Without further hesitation, he straightened his somewhat out-of-place centurion leather armor; this attire was clearly inappropriate for registering new recruits.

He turned and left the recruitment office courtyard. He found a secluded corner nearby, and with a slight thought, changed his leather armor back into his coarse cloth chivalrous outfit. He also put away his centurion's waist badge and put on the bamboo hat with draped edges, completely concealing his face.

When he returned to the recruitment area, he was at the end of the line.

There were still seven or eight people ahead of him. He waited patiently, listening to the conversations of the people in front of him as they registered, and silently prepared his story in his mind.

His turn came quickly. The middle-aged, dark-skinned clerk behind the table glanced up at him and asked in a flat tone, "Place of origin?"

"Central Plains, Hejian Prefecture." Wu Feng lowered his voice, making it sound slightly hoarse.

"Name?"

"Wu Feiyu," he casually gave an alias.

When coming to a place like this, one naturally cannot use names like Wu Feng or Wu Changfeng.

"What are your special skills?"

"I have a basic understanding of martial arts and some rudimentary internal skills," Wu Feng replied calmly, neither boastful nor overly humble.

The clerk scribbled a few strokes on the booklet, then, without looking up, pulled out a set of dusty leather armor and trousers, stained with obvious sweat and wear, and a wooden waist tag from under the table, and pushed them in front of Wu Feng.

"Go to that room and change into your new clothes. Keep your badge safe; you'll need it to receive missions and record your contributions. Next!"

The whole process was swift and efficient; I didn't even glance at him a second time.

Wu Feng picked up the clothes and waist token, thanked them, and turned to walk towards the side room indicated by the clerk.

The room was dimly lit, and several players who had just registered were hurriedly changing their clothes.

He found a corner, quickly took off his coarse cloth coat, and put on the standard leather armor that smelled faintly of mildew.

The leather armor was thin, offering barely any protection, and the pants were the same, but at least it gave them a formal identity.

After changing his clothes, he tied the wooden waist tag around his waist.

The waist tag was crudely made, with the three small characters "Yipintang" engraved on the front and the name written in black ink on the back.

She put her straw hat back on, and the thin veil hung down, covering most of her face.

He walked out of the side room and headed towards the mission hall again. This time, his identity was different.

The mission hall was still noisy. Wu Feng walked to the counter, his gaze falling once again on the wooden mission sign that read "Collecting Supplies".

He reached out and took the wooden plaque, handing it to the clerk behind the counter.

The clerk took the wooden plaque, glanced at the wooden waist tag at his waist, took out a thick booklet, opened it, and asked, "Name?"

"Wu Feiyu".

The clerk found the page with the corresponding name in the register—clearly a blank page that had just been registered—and wrote down "Accept long-term mission: Gather provisions."

Then he took out a black stone tablet about half the size of his palm and gently touched it to Wu Feng's wooden waist token. The surface of the wooden waist token flashed slightly, as if information was flowing into it.

The clerk retrieved the stone tablet and returned the wooden tablet to Wu Feng: "Alright. When you hand in your task, come here, show your waist token, and we'll check the goods and calculate your contribution."

Wu Feng nodded, put away the wooden plaque, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he asked, "Brother, what do I need to do to get a promotion?"

The clerk glanced up at him, seemingly unfazed by newcomers who were already eager for promotion, his tone indifferent:

"Accumulate contributions. Once you have enough contributions, you'll naturally get promoted. Below the centurion level, only contributions matter. From centurion upwards, in addition to contributions, you also need to see if your superiors will promote you, or if you've made enough contributions." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and ignored him.