After getting moved, Ling Yun immediately got up and headed towards the temple.

The temple is located only one street away from the palace. Due to the influence of the temple, the fighting energy contained here is the most intense, and the best effect is to cultivate. Therefore, being able to own a house or shop nearby is either a dignitary with powerful government and opposition in China, or a high-level swordsman with superb cultivation. The area closest to the center of the temple is firmly occupied by the swordsman union and the children of the royal family.

The temple is personally guarded by two super forces, the Imperial Royal Family and the Sword Master Union. Both sides have sent up as many as nine sword masters to stay in the interior to intimidate those ill-hearted slanderers.

Those sword masters from high-level empires may not take the royal family of Ziyun Empire seriously, but facing the Sword Master Union, the number one force in the mainland - the Sword Master Union, even the ninth-level sword masters standing at the peak of the world, have to slightly restrain their arrogance.

The front hall of the temple is a wide and luxurious rest hall. Behind the rest hall is divided into countless small halls. Each hall is divided into extremely detailed division of labor, exchange of items of different levels, and temple tasks of different levels are clearly marked under the guidance of various indicators, and each performs its own duties and is constantly busy. If the area of ​​the entire hall is included, it is not much inferior to Beijing West Station, which is known as the first stop in Asia.

Not only that, it is not difficult to determine when looking at the thousands of people shaking their heads in the hall. In terms of traffic, the number of people entering and leaving the entire temple every day is probably not inferior to that of Beijing West Station. If it is the first time I come here, I am afraid that it will take several hours just to see the various instructions at the entrance.

Fortunately, Ling Yun used to go out to challenge martial arts masters from all over the world, and he wandered in densely populated areas such as stations. In less than half an hour, he had found the temple mission announcement area and saw the "gentian grass" mission taken by the Mythical Mercenary Group and others.

"Accept the mission." Ling Yun pointed directly at the Gentian grass mission.

The waiter girl immediately turned on a weird device like swiping a card in front of the window. After the green light on it, she said politely: "Sir, please insert your identity card. We can confirm the amount of deposit required to accept temple tasks based on your personal reputation and professional level."

"deposit?"

"Yes, the temple mission is different from the tasks issued by the Sword Masters Union or the Mercenary Union. It is very difficult. In order to avoid those low-level professionals taking advantage of tricks or accidentally taking on tasks that they cannot complete, they need to pay enough task deposit. Please rest assured that as long as you can complete the task, your deposit will definitely be fully refunded."

Ling Yun couldn't help but be surprised. Most temple tasks are unique, which means that only one of them is considered to be a task. In this way, as long as the task is completed by someone in advance, those professions who pay the deposit to accept the task will not all be considered to be a task failure? The deposit will also be confiscated?

However, the setter of this idea is indeed very clever. This will not only increase a large amount of income for the national finance, but also prevent those who are not strong enough from going to die, saving the country's vitality.

Thinking of this, he nodded in agreement, took out Lin Cheng's identity card and inserted it into it.

Lin Cheng, male, eighteen years old, third-level swordsman, with zero honors and merits.

The girl, who had a professional smile, was stunned when she saw the information on her identity card, and looked at Ling Yun in surprise: "Mr. Lin, are you sure you want to accept the gentian mission alone?"

"What, what's wrong?"

"This..." The waiter girl glanced at the data displayed on the instrument and persuaded kindly: "Mr. Lin, from the perspective of your zero honor and merit value, it is your first time to accept the temple mission. If you don't have a team, I suggest you don't accept it, so as not to waste a lot of money in vain. After all, with the strength of a third-level swordsman, you can't complete even the lowest-level temple mission."

This identity card originally belongs to Lin Cheng. Before Lin Cheng was traveling through time, he was a third-level swordsman. In this world, the third-level swordsman belongs to ordinary warriors. The country's most elite imperial guards require the basic cultivation of soldiers to be level three. Such popular results are completely a dream if they want to complete the four-star gentian grass mission. No wonder this waitress girl kindly reminded herself.

"Ha, it's okay, I have my own sense. Please help me get the entry qualification."

Seeing Ling Yun's confident look, the waiter girl pondered for a while and did not persuade her again. Perhaps it was difficult to explain if she had any reliance on her, she could do her business.

"According to the law of the empire, you need to pay 50,000 gold coins to accept four-star missions..." After saying that, the girl looked at Ling Yun with regret: "Sorry, the gold coins savings in your identity card cannot meet the application qualification."

"Fifty thousand gold coins!? So much!?" Ling Yun was shocked when he heard this number. Five thousand gold coins were placed on the earth, but it was a full five million yuan. It would cost 50,000 gold coins to take a four-star mission. If you have to take on those more difficult five-star and six-star missions, no matter how rich people are, they will become penniless.

The waiter girl had estimated from his expression that he did not understand the rules of the temple mission, so she took the initiative to explain: "According to the regulations, the lower the profession level, the more gold coins you need. Sir, you are a third-level swordsman, and it is reasonable to need 50,000 gold coins. If Sir, if you have the strength of a seventh-level swordsman, you only need to take out two thousand gold coins to successfully accept the gentian grass mission."

Although Ling Yun sold a lot of magic cores and earned a certain amount of gold coins, the total amount was only 3,000, which was nearly twenty times the difference between the 50,000.

Shaking his head, he had to take back his identity card, think about it, and asked: "The higher the level, the fewer gold coins you need. In this way, a level nine swordsman needs to pay 500 gold coins to accept this four-star mission?"

"Yes, as long as you obtain the professional certification of a level nine swordsman, you only need to pay 500 gold coins."

"Where is the swordsman certification?"

"Sword Master?" The girl was slightly stunned, and then she immediately showed an unconcealed look of respect on her face. Her voice also revealed her respect from the inside: "If the Sword Master arrives in person, there is no need to pay the fee. According to the law of the empire, any sword master with imperial nationality can enjoy daily consumption immunity, and can enjoy any service free of charge in some industries unique to the royal family, including the temple."

"Daily consumption immunity is a good measure." Ling Yun chuckled.

"Haha, who can be promoted to the swordsman stage is not a stunning figure? You need money and power. You may not see the immunity of daily consumption."

Ling Yun nodded and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go to apply for swordsman certification." After that, before the girl could come back to her senses, she quickly left the qualification application hall and walked straight to the swordsman union next to her.
Chapter completed!