Uncle Jiu knew that the Shenxiao Sect practiced Lightning Magic, but no one had told him that the Shenxiao Sect would also say "The Blue Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise" when using Lightning Magic?!
So what, were you a Taiping Dao spy planted in the Shenxiao Sect?
Three years and then another three years—you'd even become the sect leader?
"Th-that's so strong!!? I knew that lightning that day had to be him!"
Ah Wei's eyes widened, his mouth hanging absurdly open. Beyond fear, there was now a trace of yearning in those small four-eyed pupils.
He had originally thought that becoming security captain, carrying a little pistol, and throwing his weight around town was already a pretty good life. If he could marry Ren Tingting, that would be another step up.
But now, compared to cultivators, what the hell was his life worth?!
With a casual gesture, they summoned a bolt of lightning, and the Jiangshi turned straight to ash.
Under that massive thunderbolt, Old Master Ren had not even struggled before being struck dead.
Behind Bai Ye, a ring of golden light suddenly appeared, and strands of merit flowed into it.
One portion came from destroying the Jiangshi, while another came from saving others. In the original fate, both Wencai and Uncle Jiu would have been poisoned by Corpse Poison, Master Ren would have died, and innocent people would have been bitten to death by the Jiangshi. Bai Ye had changed all of that by killing Old Master Ren. Naturally, it all counted as Bai Ye's merit. Though the amount was pitifully small, even mosquito meat was still meat.
Bai Ye had no mind to spare for that right now. He was immersed in the changes brought about by the merit.
Perhaps because it was his