"Truly tempting. It's just a pity I don't want to be anyone's son..."
Fang Xi let out a long sigh.
Although this method of farming Good Deeds was highly creative and extremely likely to succeed,
once it did, the concentration of his destiny in this world would be second to none. He could walk out the door and pick up a magical treasure, or even become a huge Merit Bomb. No senior expert from either the Righteous or Demonic Path would dare lay a hand on him.
It would be the very definition of gods blocking the way and killing gods, Buddhas blocking the way and killing Buddhas!
If he disliked someone, he could hang himself at their mountain gate. He would absolutely ruin their sect's merit, feng shui, and destiny, disgusting them to death!
Of course, hanging himself would involve too little karma. It would be better to first find a way to conceal his merit, then be accidentally killed during a Sword Fight. That would guarantee that even a sect like the Shushan Sect would be drenched in blood from head to toe. From the Sect Master True Person down to the lowest disciple, every one of them would lose their Good Deeds and be cast into the cycle of reincarnation. They would have to reincarnate as pigs, dogs, insects, and vermin for hundreds of lifetimes before they could atone for their crimes!
Even the patriarchs who had long since ascended to the Heavenly Realm would be dragged into it and suffer a vicious setback!
But without a method to conceal his merit, given the habits of the senior experts in this world, they would only send him cultivation methods, magical treasures, flying swords, disciples, women... and help him become the contemporary Long Aotian!
"Just thinking about it