"Illusory-Aspect Tortoise-Head Inkstone?!"
Yao Wudi could not help opening his eyes a little wider, staring at the inkstone in his hands.
The ink tortoise lay on the inkstone, biting at the void, while ink flowed slowly within it.
He could feel that this ink clearly benefited the Ten Thousand Laws Divine Patterns on his body.
But that was not what held his attention.
"Where did my dear disciple get twenty thousand merit points?!"
Shock and bewilderment were plain in Yao Wudi's eyes.
Twenty thousand merit points were not twenty thousand Spirit Stones. Even for a Nascent Soul cultivator like him, earning them was no easy matter.
Defeating the Primordial Demon Sect's First Holy Son-a mission that would mean nine deaths and one chance at life for an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator-only rewarded thirty thousand merit points.
That showed how hard merit points were to obtain.
Yet Wang Ba had somehow acquired twenty thousand merit points and prepared a treasure capable of healing his injuries for him.
"That brat..."
Yao Wudi was both annoyed and gratified.
"With that many merit points, he should have saved them. All he knows is how to squander them."
"But... he truly deserves to be the disciple I chose! He can earn twenty thousand merit points at Foundation Establishment. What will he be capable of once he reaches Gold Core or Nascent Soul?!"
At that thought, he hugged the inkstone to his chest, unwilling to put it down.
The ink tortoise on it was so frightened that it immediately withdrew its head and limbs.
Yao Wudi paid it no mind.
Then he looked at the white porcelain bottle and opened it curiously.
When he saw what was inside, Yao Wudi's eyes went round.
"This is... holy shit! How does my dear disciple have this?!"
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