With Dai Rui's help, Song Yan went to the Merit Confidential Affairs Office to register his merits for slaying Devil Cultivators.
The Five Demons of Cold Mountain earned him sixty-five merit points in total, unexpectedly many.
After all, exchanging for a Breakthrough Pill required only three hundred and sixty points.
Ordinary disciples stationed in Changping automatically received thirty points each month.
One early Qi Refining Devil Cultivator counted for five points, three middle Qi Refining cultivators totaled thirty points, and one late Qi Refining cultivator alone counted for thirty points.
The five Devil Cultivators he had slain had earned him more than two months of garrison duty in one go.
"Then couldn't I repeat the same trick..."
"..."
He snuffed out that wicked thought almost as soon as it arose.
"No. If it happens once in a while, I can still call it good luck."
"If my contribution keeps rising like this every few days, it's bound to arouse suspicion."
"With Devil Cultivators all over Changping, why would nobody else find them, while I alone can spot them?"
"Anyone could tell something was wrong with me."
He promptly abandoned the idea.
Word of the incident soon spread among the disciples of the six sects stationed in Changping.
They said that Senior Brother Song, the newcomer in Team A-1, had encountered five Devil Cultivators of the Seed Demon Way within just a few months of arriving in Changping.
He had even slain every last one of them and earned quite a few merit points.
Some were envious, some jealous, and some curious.
Of course, some also scoffed.
They believed that although he had earned merits, the situation showed that Changping was actually far more chaotic than everyone had imagined, and that disciples assigned to regular patrols would face greater danger as