Of course.
That only applied to ordinary people.
For Xiao Yu,
it did not mean doing evil instead of good from then on, but changing his approach: doing good after acquiring absolute strength and power.
Doing good after gaining the strength to silence every voice of doubt.
Now, that was exactly what he was doing.
The mutual aid website and the Assassins and Hackers groups were all part of his strength.
With that strength, no capitalist would dare act recklessly anymore.
How ironic.
To do good without being cursed, to do good more freely,
he first had to hold a sickle to other people's heads and shut their mouths.
No one could stop him from "doing good and accumulating merit," not even this world, or even he himself.
Because this was his path of cultivation.
And cultivation had always been an act of defying heaven.
As long as he continued cultivating for another day, doing good was the only choice he could-and had to-make.
Leaving aside good and evil themselves,
-if he really had to say it, merit was simply too good to resist.
To describe it in one word, it was "invincible," all right?
Everything had two sides, just as the moon waxed and waned.
Strictly speaking, if he really lived in an ideal world with "too many good people," where "everyone was a Lei Feng,"
how would Xiao Yu earn merit to cultivate?
"Master Xiao?"
An elderly voice called out, reaching his ears.
Just as Xiao Yu saw the Old Hospital Director and sank into thought with mixed feelings,
Liu Linyu spotted him too.
By comparison, the Old Hospital Director had far fewer thoughts on his mind. The faint anxiety on his face abruptly gave way to relief.
Perhaps this was the greatest difference between mortals and