Knocking Some Sense into Haotian

"Six Ears, your martial uncles are all using Merit Qi to scour and cleanse themselves. Why aren't you doing the same?"

Haotian looked at Six Ears in confusion.

Duobao and the others had accumulated Merit Qi over the years while serving in the Heavenly Court, while Six Ears likewise possessed the Merit Qi granted to him when he had taught Emperor Yu.

"Though the Dao returns to the same destination, the paths taken are different."

Six Ears said gravely.

"My master told me that cultivating the Dao requires borrowing as little as possible from external things. One must preserve one's own purity!"

"Purity?"

"Merit and Fortune make immortality easier to cultivate, but they can also trap immortals."

Haotian looked at Six Ears doubtfully. "Why do you say that?"

"Fortune can accelerate a cultivator's progress and make Dao cultivation easier. Yet cultivators who rely on Fortune are likewise bound by it. Take the Three Clans of old: as the earliest sacred beings of the Primordial World, dragons, phoenixes, and qilins swept across the entire land, flourishing at their peak for a time. Why, then, did they fall?"

"Fortune. Fortune forged their glory, and Fortune also led them toward destruction.

"Big Brother, do you still think relying on Fortune is truly a good thing?"

Haotian: "..."

Why did he feel that Six Ears' words carried a hidden meaning? The old drunkard's heart was not in the wine—was Six Ears deliberately hinting at him?

After all, he had proposed the Investiture of the Gods precisely to gather the Heavenly Court's Fortune, hoping to use it to make a bid for the realm of Primordial Unity!

Six Ears looked at Haotian meaningfully. "Big Brother, what odds do you have?"

Caught off guard by Six Ears' sudden question, Haotian froze and answered instinctively, "Ah, what?"