Sword Cultivation (Thanks to the Great Yiqi Xiuxian for the Alliance Leader~)

After the "merit" permissions opened up, the disciples clearly grew busy.

They were born of clans, and perhaps did not lack cultivation resources like Spirit Stones, but certain rare inheritances, prestige within the sect, and even Inner Sect quotas all had to be fought for with all their might.

This itself was also a kind of invisible competition.

Whoever had more merit meant they had contributed more to the sect, were more recognized by the sect Elders, and among the disciples, their voice carried more weight.

They were all favored children of heaven. Even if they were polite on the surface and emphasized the fellowship of fellow disciples, in their hearts, none of them would truly submit to anyone else.

Earning merit involved their own interests, but even more than that, it involved face among fellow disciples.

At their age, face might be even more important than "interests."

And so the disciples of the same sect all threw themselves into it with blazing enthusiasm. Whenever they had free time, they went to accept all kinds of "bounties," complete missions, and earn merit.

This left Mo Hua somewhat at a loss for a time.

Originally, at noon, after eating, he could still digest for a while on the grass, bask in the sun with these fellow disciples, and chat a little.

But now that "merit" had opened, everyone had run off without a trace.

Cheng Mo had gone to watch the gate.

Situ Jian had gone to sweep the streets.

Zheng Fang buried his head in accepting array missions...

Everyone else was also thinking up ways to earn merit.

Instead, Mo Hua was all alone, solitary, as if he had nothing to do.

Only little Yu'er kept him company in the sun, occasionally rolling happily on the grass.

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