Thinking of this, Yang Chen could not help asking a few more questions. "So does that mean the Cosmic Essence awarded for killing enemies alone is not much?"
"Of course not. These Flame Spirit Clan members are vassals of the Xiongsha Clan—put simply, they are the Xiongsha Clan's cannon fodder. How much Cosmic Essence can you get for killing a few outstanding cannon-fodder troops? That is why only those of us with low Merit Ranks are willing to do this sort of thankless, laborious work. Those with good Merit Ranks have no interest in this cannon fodder whatsoever. Killing them is not worth much."
Though Mo Wen Feng somewhat regretted helping Yang Chen, since he had already helped, there was naturally no question of giving up halfway. Would that not make it a thankless effort?
He explained diligently, saying, "The ones truly worth something are the Xiongsha Clan, the Spirit God Clan, as well as races from the Underworld, the insect race, and the like. These races pose an enormous threat to humanity. Killing even one can earn quite a bit of Cosmic Essence. If you can kill some formidable figures, the rewards will be even more astonishing. But unfortunately, every alien race member whose name is on the lists is monstrously difficult to kill. Small fries like us should not think too much about it."
Yang Chen learned quite a bit from this.
He also began secretly making plans. Once he reached the Earth Spirit Hall, he would certainly need to thoroughly understand the merit system.
"By the way, where does Daoist Friend Yang Chen plan to go next? Straight to the Earth Spirit Hall?" Mo Wen Feng asked with a smile.
"Yes. My original destination was the Earth Spirit Hall. Now that I have this Fan Tian's Horn,