"Poor to the point of having only Merit left? Is this person telling the truth?"
Laozi's dark face suddenly froze, and he instinctively questioned it.
For Laozi to obtain even a bit of Heavenly Dao Merit, he had to diligently work himself to the bone in the Fenggun Tribe.
Even so, the books written by Hong Yun would occasionally make things difficult for him when he taught Fuxi. Laozi had no idea how much Merit would be left by then.
The Demon Clan stayed in the Demon Realm all day doing nothing but foolishly transforming the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
How much Merit could they possibly have?
Laozi let out a cold laugh and looked at Tai Yi and Di Jun suspiciously.
"Cough, cough, cough. Fellow Daoist Laozi, Di Jun and Tai Yi are indeed not human, but Yao. What we said wasn't human speech, but Yao speech!"
Di Jun couldn't help reminding him.
Laozi: "..."
Was that really the point?
Tai Yi had just seen Laozi sneer and look at the two brothers with that expression, which stirred up some anger in him.
"Laozi, what do you know? And what kind of look is that? Do you really think the Merit our brothers possess is fake? Today, I'll let you see how much Merit I, Tai Yi, have earned!"
Tai Yi's eyes narrowed. He stepped forward, then pulled the Merit out of his sea of consciousness.
A stream of yellow Earthly Dao Merit as thick as a thigh bloomed with dazzling radiance in the air.
"Come, take a look. Is my Merit, Tai Yi's, big enough? Thick enough?"
Tai Yi looked extremely haughty. Although becoming a Saint had restrained his temperament considerably over the years, the pride in his bones was still no weaker than anyone else's.