"But all of this depends on Mister Xiao."
Daoist Priest Fuchen looked seriously at Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo froze for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Elder Fuchen, please speak plainly."
"When the Dragon Slaying Sword was forged, the sages of the Hundred Schools of Thought used three kinds of divine iron as its foundation, Chaos Flame as its furnace, and the Human Race's fortune to sharpen its edge. In the end, they infused it with the Human Race's hatred.
"And the essence of Killing Intent is the Human Race's hatred for the Yao Race and the dragons.
"So if we wish to dispel this Killing Intent, we can only neutralize it with Human Race Merit."
"Human Race Merit?" Xiao Mo's brows furrowed.
"Merit is actually another manifestation of the Human Race's fortune, and is similar to incense offerings.
"After you save someone, they're very likely to feel grateful to you. That gratitude gathers around you in ways unseen, like incense offerings. That is merit.
"You can gain Human Race Merit by saving people directly, and you can also gain it by saving them indirectly.
"Now that a great war is about to break out between the Human Race and the Yao Race, you're protecting the Human Race. The role you play, the time you spend protecting the Human Race, and how many yao you kill—
"All of these can be turned into Human Race Merit.
"To sum it up in one sentence:
"Human Race Merit is determined by how much you do for the Human Race, by how many lives your actions save.
"But this merit is of great use to Buddhists, while its effect on other cultivators is ordinary.
"So many cultivators don't care about it at all, and some don't even know it exists."
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