Merit Could Be Put on Credit?

After some deliberation, Li Tianwei packed all the remaining ordinary people of Panshan City into the Sacred Soul Banner. The space inside was ample enough to hold living people.

Then Li Tianwei went to the various villages and towns where those ordinary people lived and took away everyone who remained, while also adding a few more soul slots to the banner.

Having finished all this, Li Tianwei sighed that he truly was a great benevolent man—he even remembered to clean up after himself.

Just as Li Tianwei was happily wrapping things up in preparation for returning to Lingxu Sacred Land, he had no idea that what he had done had already spread throughout the entire Demonic Sect Land.

Especially the scene within several thousand li around Panshan City, where not a single living person could be seen.

Who could have imagined that so many people would suddenly vanish without a trace? It would have been one thing for several million mortals to disappear, but for even the demonic cultivators to be gone was clearly wrong.

Thus, the news gradually spread.

Demonic Sect Land, Blood Slaughter City.

As the great city at the foot of the Blood Nightmare Sect, it gathered an enormous number of demonic cultivators. Since it lay within Blood Nightmare Sect territory, it was considered an excellent place. After all, one only needed to offer some blood to earn the right to stay here for a time.

Yet Blood Slaughter City, which should have been bustling today, seemed exceptionally quiet and oppressive. The reason was the news that Panshan City had been destroyed by Lingxu Sacred Land. Even the demonic cultivators and ordinary people within several thousand li had been swept away in one stroke. Many believed Lingxu Sacred Land had launched another attack.

What a terrifying method.

Within Blood Slaughter City, all kinds of demonic cultivators gathered together, constantly discussing the news they had heard about Panshan City.

"Did you know? That person slaughtered the entire Panshan City. Not one survived, not even the ordinary people. His methods were even crueler than ours."

"My great-uncle's master's grand-uncle's disciple said that after the Blood Nightmare Sect investigated the traces left behind in Panshan City, they found that those people had all been refined into an Evil Soul Banner. They could neither live nor die."

"Too miserable."

"The righteous path is far too cruel these days. There were at least several million ordinary people! They were all taken away. I heard that Lingxu Sacred Land disciple cultivated all sorts of bizarre methods as well and used them to sacrifice and refine an Evil Soul Banner."

The demonic cultivators kept talking about the news from Panshan City, their expressions exceptionally grave.

"Exactly! Exactly!"

"These righteous sect cultivators are becoming less and less human. We're merely demonic cultivators, using different methods to cultivate. Now the righteous cultivators are even copying us. How hateful."

As these demonic cultivators spoke, none of them noticed that a husky had slipped into their pack of big gray wolves.

That person was one of the Lingxu Sacred Land disciples who, like Li Tianwei, had been scattered to different places by the explosive force from the Evil Demon space.

Chang Liqing had been fortunate. Since he had cultivated a few demonic cultivation techniques, he knew how to conceal himself after arriving in the Demonic Sect Land.

At the same time, he waited for an opportunity to return to Lingxu Sacred Land. Thus, as usual, he gathered information in places where demonic cultivators congregated, intending to hand in intelligence for some contribution points after he returned.

Yet he had not expected that as soon as he arrived, he would hear these demonic cultivators criticizing what Lingxu Sacred Land had done—slaughtering a city, exterminating demonic cultivators, even sparing none of the ordinary people.

How could anyone from their lofty righteous sacred land possibly use methods like those of demonic cultivators?

And the only reason he himself used Demonic Arts was because he had been forced into it. If Lingxu Sacred Land disciples took action, they would surely use orthodox methods. How could they use such things?

Hearing this, Chang Liqing decided it was slander.

He was a disciple of Lingxu Sacred Land. Could there be anyone who understood Lingxu Sacred Land better than him? This was slander—naked, blatant slander.

Even so, Chang Liqing did not reveal the slightest trace of his aura. He had not forgotten that this was the Demonic Sect Land, not Lingxu Sacred Land. If he exposed himself, would he not be refined into pills?

"To say Lingxu Sacred Land is cruel—too outrageous."

"Demonic cultivators are truly this shameless."

Chang Liqing kept grumbling inwardly.

"Did you know? I heard that the reason that righteous disciple was so fierce and cruel was because he cultivated our evil arts. That's why he became like this."

These demonic cultivators continued speaking of that person's cruelty and terror.

When the words reached Chang Liqing's ears, his body trembled as though he had thought of something.

The figure in the great hall of Jinxu Peak, wreathed in killing intent, resentment, and all kinds of Dao intent, with soaring evil Baleful Intent surrounding his entire body, emerged from the depths of Chang Liqing's mind.

At that thought, Chang Liqing could not help swallowing.

"Could Senior Brother Li have done this?"

When he thought of Li Tianwei's terrifying strength—fighting a Nascent Soul at Foundation Establishment and even killing two of them—Chang Liqing did not know how to describe such monstrous power.

After all, he himself was also in the Foundation Establishment Realm. How could he not know what the strength of that realm was like?

"Should I go over there and ask for help?"

With that thought, Chang Liqing rose and stealthily left the gathering place of the demonic cultivators.

Li Tianwei, busy with matters in Panshan City, had no idea that his actions had already resounded through more than half of the Demonic Sect Land, or that those demonic cultivators were even talking about his cruelty.

If Li Tianwei learned that his reputation had become like this in the Demonic Sect Land, who knew what expression he would make.

However, he had no time to think about such things. Li Tianwei was sweeping through every mortal within the territory controlled by Panshan City, and he even encountered several Lingxu Sacred Land disciples who had been scattered by the eruption of the Evil Demon space.

After learning what Li Tianwei was doing, they immediately joined him.

These are the disciples of Lingxu Sacred Land. They are completely different from those demonic cultivators.

Li Tianwei watched the Lingxu Sacred Land disciples rushing about tirelessly, dealing with the mortals of the Demonic Sect Land, and could not help thinking this.

Still, the way they looked at the banner in his hand with terror and contemplation made him feel strangely uncomfortable.

Yet Li Tianwei understood. This banner was a demonic artifact he had seized from demonic cultivators. Lingxu Sacred Land was a righteous sacred land, so it was only natural for its disciples to find something wrong with it when they saw it.

Even so, Li Tianwei firmly believed that in his hands, this demonic Evil Soul Banner would definitely evolve into a righteous Sacred Soul Banner. When that time came, it would be shrouded in the aura of merit and appear all the more majestic.

"Why hasn't my merit arrived yet? Can merit be put on credit too?"

Thinking of merit, Li Tianwei could not help raising his head to look at the heavens, thinking unhappily.

After all, he had eliminated several hundred Evil Demons, nearly ten thousand demonic cultivators, and saved several million ordinary living beings.

For merit this great, the heavens had actually defaulted on the debt without giving even the slightest response. That made Li Tianwei rather unhappy.

He had been counting on that merit to arrive so that he could comprehend a hundred kinds of Dao intent in one go and condense a Golden Core.

"Forget it. I'll deal with it after I return to Lingxu Sacred Land. Sooner or later, it will have to repay the merit it owes me."

Li Tianwei sighed, but only the system knew of this thought.

It even wanted to complain: leaving aside whether this world even had such a thing as merit, the merit he imagined and that so-called merit were entirely different matters.