"Let me see if there are any good items left in the inventory for you." Deacon Zhao picked up the jade slip, sinking his mind into it, and began to examine the spirit artifacts available for contribution exchange. After a long while, he emerged from the slip, a hint of joy on his face. "It just so happens there is one item that Senior Brother Lei needs."

"Oh? Let me see..." Lei Dong took the jade slip and followed Deacon Zhao's direction to find the item. After reading it, Lei Dong was left speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Tell me, Deacon Zhao, are you joking with me? A pair of wings sliced off a Great Asura? What use would this thing be to this Lei? Am I supposed to graft these wings onto myself? And this thing actually costs thirty million contribution points?"

"Senior Brother Lei, please don't be anxious. These wings are not from an ordinary Great Asura, but from a top-tier Great Asura," Deacon Zhao spoke fluently. "As everyone knows, the strength of a common Great Asura is already comparable to our human Nascent Soul Ancestors. A top-tier Great Asura, however, is a powerhouse at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, just one step away from becoming an Asura King. For the wings of such a being, thirty million contribution points is actually quite cheap. Even in the Asura Realm, Great Asuras of that caliber are exceedingly rare, the overlords of vast territories."

"This Lei admits that a top-tier Great Asura is indeed formidable; they could obliterate me with a mere breath," Lei Dong still couldn't decide whether to laugh or weep. "But what use are these wings? Can they really be attached to the body?" Lei Dong suddenly recalled the Demonic Left Arm grafted onto Baili Yun, which nearly caused him to undergo demonic transformation. If he affixed this thing to himself, would it cause him to turn Asura?

"Naturally, it wouldn't be a direct transplant..." Deacon Zhao quickly waved his hand. "The Asura bloodline is extremely potent. If you dared to transplant it, the ensuing bloodline invasion could very well transform Senior Brother Lei into a half-Asura appearance." He paused, then continued, "Actually, if one could find certain special materials..." these Great Asura wings could be refined into an ultimate-grade spirit artifact by a Grand Refiner. "Though I, Zhao, cannot predict the speed it might grant, these are the wings of a top-tier Great Asura, after all! They certainly won't be lacking, I assure you."

After much hesitation, Lei Dong finally said seriously, "Very well, but I will redeem this item later. Please set it aside for me, and I will return after consulting with a Grand Refiner."

"Senior Brother Lei, it is not that I am trying to pressure you, but these top-tier Great Asura wings are highly sought after." Deacon Zhao slowly shook his head. "Several people in the sect have already examined this supreme refinement material and seem quite keen on it. Such unconventional materials are not something you can obtain just by wanting them. If Senior Brother Lei does not secure it immediately, you risk letting this opportunity slip away." Suddenly, he lowered his voice, "Truthfully, Senior Brother Lei, even if you simply take this special, top-grade material and sell it at an auction house, you certainly won't lose out."

Lei Dong considered this; it made sense. Some materials provided by the sect were priced quite reasonably. Furthermore, as a disciple of the War Hall, he qualified for a thirty percent discount. Seeing the listed price of thirty million contribution points, yet knowing he could secure it for twenty-one million, he conceded. "Fine. This Lei will take these wings." What Deacon Zhao said had truly struck a chord; letting contribution points sit unused was a waste, and acquiring these wings was bound to yield returns somehow. After all, these were the wings of a legendary top-tier Great Asura—a creature that felt like something from mythology to him, utterly unattainable. The mere phrase 'top-tier Great Asura' was enough to drive men mad.

"Senior Brother Lei, you are still short one million contribution points. Do you still want these wings, or shall we exchange spirit stones for contribution points?" Deacon Zhao said, sounding slightly nervous.

"Can I owe you one million contribution points?" Lei Dong replied irritably. Exchanging spirit stones for contribution points was the least profitable transaction possible. One low-grade spirit stone only converted to five contribution points, whereas exchanging contribution for spirit stones cost ten points, or seven even with the discount. The sect's exchange system was notoriously exploitative.

"Senior Brother Lei, that is naturally not permitted." Deacon Zhao slowly shook his head. "Every house has its rules, and every sect has its regulations. The Yinsha Sect has maintained its standing among the Eight Great Supreme Sects for so long precisely because we adhere to many rules. Otherwise, if you owed contribution, and I owed contribution, wouldn't it descend into chaos?"

Lei Dong was so angered he nearly summoned the Black Pillar Chant. Everyone said Deacon Zhao was stingy, treating sect property as his own, and Lei Dong now truly understood. However, fighting Deacon Zhao over such a matter would certainly lead to disciplinary action. Lei Dong was also anxious about losing the chance to acquire these top-tier Great Asura wings. Calculating quickly, exchanging twenty high-grade spirit stones for a million contribution points was a slight loss, but because the amount was small, the unfavorable exchange rate wouldn't cost him too much overall.

Lei Dong tossed out twenty high-grade spirit stones, saying with forced resignation, "Forget it, forget it. I yield to you. I donate twenty high-grade spirit stones to the sect; that makes one million contribution points, right?"

"Exactly right," Deacon Zhao beamed, as if he himself had made the profit.

He counted the mere twenty high-grade spirit stones fully four times before finally adding the million contribution points to Lei Dong's identity token. Then, with a serious expression, he asked, "Lei Dong, are you certain you wish to spend twenty-one million contribution points, utilizing your thirty percent discount, to redeem the top-tier Great Asura wings?"

"Stop wasting time with nonsense. You were the one pushing me to redeem them," Lei Dong shot back, glaring. "Hurry up; I'm waiting to take these to a Grand Refiner."

"Done." Deacon Zhao swiftly deducted Lei Dong's contribution points. At this moment, all the contributions Lei Dong had made to the sect were wiped clean, exchanged for a pair of top-tier Great Asura wings he had yet to see. Asuras, also known as demons, possessed wings that were undeniably arrogant and imposing. Lei Dong had seen illustrations of Asura wings in old texts, and even in the Heart Demon Palace, under the influence of inner demons, he had "seen" the Asura King, whose wings were indeed exceptionally flamboyant. While a top-tier Great Asura was inferior to the Asura King, it was only by a narrow margin. At the very least, the wing structure should be similar. This was one of the main reasons Lei Dong finally resolved to redeem this pair of Great Asura wings. Moreover, redeeming items for contribution points in the Yinsha Sect rarely resulted in a loss for the disciple.

After finalizing the procedures, Deacon Zhao ordered someone to retrieve the pair of Great Asura wings from the temporary storeroom. Lei Dong drank tea with Deacon Zhao for quite some time before one of Deacon Zhao's Foundation Establishment realm cultivators arrived and retrieved the Asura wings from his storage bracelet.

Lei Dong approached with great expectation to examine the wings he had acquired by spending such a massive amount of contribution. However, the joy on his face froze instantly. Lei Dong was familiar with the appearance of Asura wings. Yes, these were indeed Asura wings, and with the skeletal structures folded together, each wing was nearly ten feet long; fully unfurled, a single wing span reached over twenty feet. Compared to the Asura King's wings Lei Dong had seen, they seemed no less magnificent. Yes, they should undoubtedly belong to a top-tier Great Asura.

But the problem was that these wings were utterly ruined. They were covered in various knife marks and sword slashes. Several structural bones were clearly fractured. On one wing, more than half of the membrane had been burned away. It was less a pair of wings and more a pair of broken remnants. Lei Dong was left speechless. The wings were uniformly dusty gray, and there were clear marks of having been wiped clean. Who knew how many years these wings had lain in the warehouse? One thousand years? Surely more. Ten thousand years? Perhaps...

The sight ignited rage in Lei Dong's heart, turning to shame and fury. "Zhao! Are you trying to amuse me? You dare charge me twenty-one million contribution points for these broken wings?" Contribution points weren't just tokens for spirit stones; more importantly, earning them required hard-fought battles!

"Senior Brother Lei, please calm down, calm down. Look, are these not the wings of a Great Asura?" Deacon Zhao maintained his cheerful smile, showing no sign of agitation.

"Yes, they are, indeed," Lei Dong momentarily stopped, but the urge to commit violence quickly surged back. He grabbed Deacon Zhao by the collar, his expression ferocious. "Are you asking to die? Do you think I, Lei, am easy to bully? Look at how wretched these wings are! How long have they been moldering in the storeroom?"

"Senior Brother Lei, I am not joking." The white-bearded Deacon Zhao chuckled. "You insisted on redeeming the wings yourself. I even specifically asked if you were sure you wanted to proceed. Besides, if you were to attack me, you know the penalty for assaulting a Contribution Deacon? At the very least, you'd be confined for ten or eight years. If you injure or kill me, hehe, you know the sect rules. Take my advice: take them to a Grand Refiner first. They are broken, yes, but frankly, if they weren't broken, how could they cost such a small amount of contribution?"

"Hmph," Lei Dong, having no intention of leaving the sect, could only snort in anger. He pushed the deacon away, stuffed the wings into his storage, and turned to leave in a huff.

After a long moment, Deacon Zhao suddenly felt someone behind him. His expression immediately grew stern, and he turned to kneel in deference. "Subordinate Zhao Chong greets the Hall Master."

"Did you give him the item?" a cold, indistinct voice resonated from within a mass of black mist.

"Yes, I have been waiting for him since receiving your order. But I never expected him to come to redeem something so soon, and he happened to need a speed-related spirit artifact," Deacon Zhao replied fearfully, his face full of solemnity. "Therefore, this subordinate recommended that pair of Asura King wings to him."