The Confucian-robed middle-aged man continued, "That was seven or eight years ago. No one knows how much his cultivation has grown since then, and no one dares accept this mission anymore. As a result, the Merit Points for killing the Peach Blossom Demon have soared to over a thousand—a figure that leaves people dumbfounded."
Xu Yi asked curiously, "Are a thousand Merit Points really that much?"
This was his first time accepting a mission. He hadn't even had time to learn what Merit Points meant.
The Confucian-robed middle-aged man had long since gotten used to Xu Yi's ignorance. He explained, "Do you know about accumulating years and merit?"
Xu Yi replied, "I've heard of it. As the name suggests, you accumulate years of service and merit to earn a promotion."
The Confucian-robed middle-aged man said, "Wrong! It isn't years of service and merit that earn you a promotion. They earn you Merit Points. Only by accumulating Merit Points can you earn a promotion. Take the newly promoted Steward Feng, for example. He reached his current position by accumulating small merits over many years, building up his Merit Points step by step."
"The Northern Sacred Court has five revolutions and fifteen ranks. Those with three stars or more are Star Officials, while those with three stars or fewer are Star Stewards. A third-rank Star Steward is in the First Turn. Within a single turn, advancing by one minor rank requires only a thousand Merit Points."
Xu Yi was stunned. Only then did he realize how precious a thousand Merit Points were, and excitement surged through his heart.
Although Feng Ting Shu had set him up by assigning him this mission, Xu Yi had never despaired. He had only thought to press forward bravely. Now that he'd heard this, he felt all