The Great Master

He truly couldn't understand what kind of origin Lu Changsheng possessed to have such immense Merit to squander.

In the Great Desolation World, those who carried great Merit often had profound fortune, blessed by destiny with enduring luck.

Sometimes, they could easily pick up treasures just walking down the road.

More importantly, the Heavenly Dao would protect such individuals.

Let alone taking their lives, even causing minor harm could invite heavenly condemnation.

This was precisely the foundation of Lu Changsheng's composure.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng himself felt that the ninety-nine hundred and ninety-nine "suns" behind him were

too dazzling. With a slight shift of his mind, he concealed all the golden wheels.

As the brilliant radiance completely dissipated, Kunpeng gradually regained his senses and looked at Lu Changsheng in shock:

"Who exactly are you? How can you possess such immense Merit protecting your body?"

As a well-traveled Demon Master, Kunpeng knew the power and taboos of Merit.

Therefore, after Lu Changsheng displayed his golden wheels of Merit, he completely abandoned any thought of attacking.

Facing someone adorned with such Merit, even though he was already in the late-stage Quasi-Saint, he dared not provoke Heaven's might rashly.

Hearing Kunpeng's uncertain and questioning inquiry, Lu Changsheng merely raised an eyebrow slightly, a look of undisguised disdain appearing on his face.

His gaze was as if he were looking at two bumpkins who had never seen the world.

The corners of his lips curled up, and he spoke dismissively—

"This little bit, you call this great Merit?"

As Lu Changsheng spoke, he casually took out over a dozen Houtian Merit Spirit Treasures and Merit Supreme Treasures from the System.

His tone was casual:

"I really don't understand, why is something so common everywhere considered rare?"

Kunpeng was notoriously poor among Quasi-Saints.

He only possessed one Houtian Merit Supreme Treasure.

Seeing Lu Changsheng casually produce over a dozen Houtian Merit Supreme Treasures and Merit Spirit Treasures, he was so jealous his teeth almost shattered.

Che Qi was also stimulated to the point of his eyes turning red by the sight of each Merit Treasure.

Neither of the two Demon Clan members could fathom who Lu Changsheng truly was.

The Merit that others dreamed of was as worthless as dirt in his hands.

His entire body was refined into Merit Treasures, and behind him floated ninety-nine hundred and ninety-nine golden wheels of Merit, making both of them incredibly envious.

Seeing their strong reaction to the Merit Treasures, Lu Changsheng looked surprised:

"No way? You're this excited over a few Houtian Merit Treasures? What if they were Innate ones—"

As he spoke, he took out his accompanying spirit treasure—a Top-grade Innate Merit Spiritual Treasure, the Tai Xu Creation Banner.

Instantly, the air seemed to freeze.

Only Kunpeng's rapid gasps could be heard.

He stared intently at the Tai Xu Creation Banner, his eyes bloodshot, the last vestiges of his reason suppressing the urge to seize it.

As for Che Qi, who had retained a sliver of clarity, he completely lost his mind upon seeing this Innate Merit Spiritual Treasure.

He roared:

"Fortune favors the bold! What about people of great Merit, with profound fortune not to be provoked? I, Che Qi, will try it!"

Kunpeng hurriedly tried to dissuade him, "Absolutely not—"

Before he could finish speaking, Che Qi's killing intent had already ignited.

His peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal aura erupted, and he raised his hand, intending to unleash a divine ability to strike Lu Changsheng dead in one blow.

However, the moment he raised his hand—

The previously calm and serene sky suddenly gathered vast swathes of dark purple thunderclouds.

Lightning surged within the clouds, and Great Dao Divine Runes flickered.

The River of Years manifested.

The Three Thousand Great Dao Laws appeared in the sky.

The Law of Destiny was particularly brilliant and solid within the clouds, as if brewing something.

Soon, a world-destroying divine lightning quietly took shape.

Just as the Demon Saint Che Qi was about to strike—

"Crack—"

The divine lightning suddenly descended.

The majestic divine lightning tore through the myriad stars, shook the boundless void.

The lightning struck directly at Che Qi's head.

"Pfft--"

This majestic divine lightning, containing the true meaning of the Three Thousand Great Dao Laws, condensed the supreme divine might of the Law of Destiny.

In an instant, Che Qi's physical body, along with his Primordial Spirit, was blasted into ashes.

In the sky, the originally tranquil River of Years stirred a tiny ripple.

A drop of water splashed from the ripple, suddenly shattering in mid-air and dissipating.

Thus, Che Qi was completely erased by the Primordial Heavenly Tribulation.

Not even the chance for reincarnation remained.

Beside him, Kunpeng covered his face with his hand and turned his head away, unable to bear to watch.

How foolish must one be to dare attack someone who carried such great Merit!

Lu Changsheng looked down at the scorched mark on the ground and shook his head helplessly:

"Truly uncultured, getting so excited over a mere Xiantian Merit Spirit Treasure!"

"Che Qi, you fool, how dare you provoke a person of great merit who can condense ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine golden wheels of Merit?"

Kunpeng gazed at the scorched earth and muttered to himself.

Facing such a freak who had the leisure to condense ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine golden wheels of Merit, let alone himself being only a Quasi-Saint, even a Saint, upon seeing him, would have to retreat three steps.

This was no cultivator, but rather karma itself walking.

Kunpeng shook his head, secretly speculating how much Merit Lu Changsheng had accumulated.

"Although this person has ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine dazzling golden wheels of Merit behind him, he has at most a million Merit.

Compared to Saint Nuwa's tens of millions of Merit, it is naturally far inferior.

However, it is best to befriend someone who carries such Merit."

In Kunpeng's opinion, Lu Changsheng's cultivation was only at the late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal, even if he had performed any earth-shattering good deeds in his past life, he would have at most a million Merit.

As for the level of tens of millions of Merit, that was a realm he dared not even imagine.

This was the limit of Kunpeng's understanding.

If he were to learn that Lu Changsheng possessed a hundred trillion Merit, he would probably be so shocked that he would die on the spot.

After all, Nuwa's creation of humanity, benefiting the Great Desolation World, only earned her tens of millions of Merit;

even Pangu's immeasurable Merit from opening the heavens was far from Lu Changsheng's terrifying scale of a hundred trillion.

After grasping this, Kunpeng immediately changed his expression.

He put on a gentle smile and said to Lu Changsheng:

"Fellow Daoist, that was just a small misunderstanding, please do not take it to heart."

Seeing Kunpeng's attitude change so suddenly, Lu Changsheng did not mind. Instead, an idea struck him, and he thought to himself:

"It is said that Kunpeng's speed is among the fastest in the Great Desolation World.

If I hire him as a mount, it would be a good choice."

Although Lu Changsheng was determined to squander that hundred trillion Merit, it was reasonable to make his own life more comfortable before he ran out.

Just as Lu Changsheng was calculating in his mind, Kunpeng, still unbothered by his expressionless face, continued to ask with a smile:

"I am the Demon Master Kunpeng. May I know your name, Fellow Daoist?"

As Lu Changsheng pondered how much "salary" to offer Kunpeng, he casually replied:

"Lu Changsheng."

After answering, he began to discuss with the System:

"System, look. Kunpeng, as the Teacher of the Demon Race and a late-stage Quasi-Saint, with such status and strength, to be my mount, the annual salary should start at least at one million Merit, right?

If you think it's reasonable, I'll go talk to him about the treatment."

Upon hearing this, the System immediately responded with a cold, mechanical voice:

"According to the System's evaluation, the amount set by the host is too high!

Please do not make things too difficult for the System."

Lu Changsheng pouted and complained in a low voice:

"So stingy. He's a Quasi-Saint Kunpeng, after all.

What's wrong with giving him a salary of one or ten million Merit as a mount?"

The System did not respond to his grumbling.

Lu Changsheng was already accustomed to this.

This System had no intelligence, it was merely a mechanical creation, only responding when necessary.

Kunpeng had completely forgotten that he had just wanted Lu Changsheng and to seize the supreme treasure.

At this moment, he shamelessly approached and enthusiastically struck up a conversation, trying to build a relationship:

"So it's Fellow Daoist Changsheng, I've long admired your name.

I see that Fellow Daoist's forehead is full, and his fortune is deep.

You are truly a rare talent in the Great Desolation World.

Why don't you join my Demon Race and serve as the Great Sage of Merit, leading myriad demon armies? Wouldn't that be exhilarating?"

Lu Changsheng was communicating with the System and paid no attention to Kunpeng's words.

When he came back to his senses, he just looked at the eagerly approaching Kunpeng blankly and asked:

"What did you just say?"

Hearing Lu Changsheng's words, several black lines appeared on Kunpeng's forehead.

But considering that the other party was a person with great Merit, he could only suppress his dissatisfaction

and prepare to repeat his invitation.

However, before he could speak, Lu Changsheng waved his hand:

"Never mind, never mind. What you said is not important.

Why don't you listen to me first!"

Ignoring Kunpeng's darkening expression, Lu Changsheng continued:

"I see your strength is not bad, and your speed is top-notch in the Great Desolation.

How about becoming my mount?

I'll give you ten thousand Merit every thousand years. What do you think?"

The System did not explicitly state the amount of Merit it could offer, so Lu Changsheng had to probe bit by bit.

When Kunpeng heard this, he was instantly furious, as if he had suffered a great insult, and said sternly:

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng, I, Kunpeng, regard you as a brother of the same path.

How can you insult me like this?"

Lu Changsheng, however, was unconcerned.

In his eyes, there were no transactions that couldn't be settled, only insufficient prices.

So, he tentatively took out a ball of brilliant golden cloud containing one hundred thousand Merit and spoke again:

"Then one hundred thousand Merit every thousand years, how about that?"

When Kunpeng saw the golden, radiant cloud of Merit, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his breathing became rapid.

His last shred of dignity made him persist in refusing:

"What does Fellow Daoist mean by this? How could I, the Demon Master Kunpeng, be that kind of person?"

This time, Kunpeng's tone had clearly softened, no longer as forceful as before.

He even had red eyes, staring intently at the golden cloud of Merit.

Seeing this, Lu Changsheng did not hesitate and produced another brilliant golden cloud containing nine hundred thousand Merit.

Lu Changsheng said with a smile:

"Think it's not enough? Then I'll give you a million Merit every thousand years."

When that million Merit appeared, Kunpeng's reason and dignity were instantly thrown to the back of his mind.

He immediately prostrated himself on the ground, reverting to his shrunken Kunpeng form, and said ingratiatingly:

"Great Master, where are we going next?"

Lu Changsheng couldn't help but marvel at Kunpeng's swift change of attitude.

However, it was not Kunpeng's fault for abandoning his dignity;

it was simply because Lu Changsheng was giving too much.

A million Merit every thousand years—

Nuwa only obtained tens of millions of Merit from creating humans, while Kunpeng only needed to be a Mount for tens of thousands of years to obtain an equivalent amount.

What was tens of thousands of years in the Great Desolation World?

It was less time than a single nap.

With this thought, Kunpeng's face was filled with a fawning smile, and he turned his head to look at Lu Changsheng:

"Great Master, isn't a thousand years too short?

It doesn't reflect my benefits as Kunpeng.

How about you just package it for fifty thousand years, alright?"

Lu Changsheng looked at his solicitous demeanor and nodded with satisfaction: