Chu Zhiyuan left his small courtyard together with Zhang Qionghua.
On the way to the Merit Hall, Zhang Qionghua said, "Junior Brother Chu, you really should have chosen the Li Ying Sword."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "I want to reach the Third Turn as soon as possible so I can go down the mountain and slay demons."
"Even so... this Black Dragon Blood is no laughing matter. It truly carries future repercussions."
"Can it raise me by one turn?"
Zhang Qionghua thought for a moment. "It will probably raise you by two turns."
A smile appeared on Chu Zhiyuan's face. "Then that settles it!"
"But this..." Zhang Qionghua opened her mouth, then shook her head.
She had already made everything that needed saying crystal clear. Yet Junior Brother Chu still insisted, so he clearly had something to rely on.
She sighed. "It's just a pity about the Li Ying Sword. With it, you would certainly cultivate the Heavenly Sword Secret Scripture faster."
In her view, choosing the Li Ying Sword was the royal road, the road that lasted long and far.
Though it would not abruptly raise one's cultivation like Black Dragon Blood, it was a steady stream that could continuously aid cultivation.
Black Dragon Blood, however, would not only cease to aid cultivation after suddenly raising one by two turns—it would instead obstruct cultivation.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Once I can go down the mountain, I can slay demons and devils to earn merit faster, then exchange it for the Li Ying Sword."
"...That makes sense too." Zhang Qionghua considered it, slowly nodded, and smiled. "Junior Brother Chu, your calculations make sense as well."
To Chu Zhiyuan, exterminating demons and devils was a mere trifle, as easy as chopping vegetables and slicing melons.
An ordinary demon or devil was worth one