"So printing huge numbers on those denominations is useless."
Meimei and Lingti curled their lips at the thought of those high-denomination spirit banknotes.
"Good thing you didn't use them. For carrying faith and longing, paper money made from that old yellow paper is still the best."
Qin Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, listening intently and nodding with only a vague understanding.
Lingti and Meimei told her quite a lot about the Netherworld and the Underworld.
In the end, Qin Yan's eyelids drooped, and she could no longer hold out against sleep.
The animals tucked her in, then snuggled up beside her to sleep.
Over the next few days, Qin Yan secretly began preparing things.
Something as intangible as faith and merit really was difficult to give physical form.
Only paper money burned and sent to the Underworld could become its unique currency.
Qin Yan had merit, and quite a lot of it.
The plants she grew with special effects had saved many people, indirectly bringing her plenty of merit.
The seaweed she had cultivated that could purify water, in particular, had earned her considerable merit.
There was also one source of merit that dwarfed all the others and even carried a trace of Origin Power. Even Lingti could not discern where this merit came from.
In short, Qin Yan had no shortage of merit.
"Compared to Faith Power, what the Underworld's ghosts and deities like best is Merit Power."
"Merit Power cannot be stolen. Only the person who possesses the merit can give it away, willingly and from the heart."
"Faith Power is just currency for transactions between ordinary ghosts and monsters. Once we're in the Netherworld, we'll only need to condense a little Merit Power, mainly to bribe the Underworld Enforcers."
Lingti licked a paw. "Meow, meow, meow..."