Chapter 267
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Chapter 267: Heavenly Merit Breaks a Thousand
“Esteemed Immortal Master…”
A fierce-looking martial artist cupped his fists and bowed to Wang Chen. “The spiritual rice porridge from the nine large cauldrons has all been distributed!”
This martial artist, who possessed innate cultivation, had originally been a passerby. Moved by Wang Chen’s noble act of aiding the people, he took the initiative to help maintain order while overseeing the distribution of the spiritual rice porridge.
“Good.”
Wang Chen nodded. “Then let’s prepare nine more cauldrons.”
Although the quantity of spiritual rice porridge was substantial, it was insufficient to satisfy all the beggars and refugees outside Dongwu Town.
Many who arrived late were still waiting in line.
They eagerly clutched their bowls and jars, hoping Wang Chen would extend his kindness once more.
Wang Chen granted their wish.
“Thank you, Immortal Master!”
“Immortal Master, your compassion knows no bounds!”
“Immortal Master’s immense kindness, I shall never forget!”
The refugees erupted in joyous cheers, their eyes brimming with tears of gratitude for Wang Chen.
Immortal Masters typically remained aloof, rarely showing such compassion for mortals as Wang Chen did.
“Make way! Make way!”
“Don’t block the path!”
“Get lost!”
Just as Wang Chen was about to pour the white corn into the stone cauldrons, a group of cultivators, exuding an imposing aura, pushed through the crowd.
They stood before him.
The surrounding refugees, sensing the tension, quickly retreated, fearing they might suffer unintended harm.
Only the fierce martial artist stood steadfastly by Wang Chen’s side, his fists clenched tightly.
His spirit was clearly undaunted.
The leading cultivator in the group barked, “Fan, your time is up. Come with us!”
The other cultivators behind him spread out in perfect coordination, encircling Wang Chen.
These loose cultivators formed hand seals, their greedy eyes locked onto the storage bag in Wang Chen’s hand!
Wealth stirs the heart; at this moment, spiritual rice was even more valuable than spirit stones. How could Wang Chen squander so much spiritual rice on these lowly mortals? It was a blatant waste of heavenly treasures.
As fellow cultivators, it was only right for them to intervene and halt Wang Chen’s foolish actions, was it not?
Wang Chen smiled.
After all his efforts in crafting the cauldrons from stone and expending precious spiritual rice, his intentions were not solely to aid the refugees.
Wang Chen quietly summoned the Cultivation Panel.
[Heavenly Merit (Fate Alteration): 967]
Just 33 points away, and his Heavenly Merit count would reach one thousand, allowing him to add one point to his root bone!
Heavenly Merit is far more difficult to obtain than Virtue.
Currently, the only way to acquire it is by killing, specifically by killing cultivators.
If these individuals hadn’t appeared, Wang Chen would have found it quite challenging to gather the final thirty-some points of Heavenly Merit.
One, two, three, four, five…
He counted silently, noting that there were seven of them, with cultivation levels ranging from the fourth realm of Qi Training to the seventh level.
This was just about right!
Meanwhile, the leading cultivator felt a sudden chill in his heart as he caught sight of Wang Chen’s smile.
An overwhelming sense of dread washed over him!
Without hesitation, he waved his hand and barked, “Attack!”
In the next instant, a dazzling sword light filled the vision of the Qi Training seventh level cultivator.
Before he could even react, the world seemed to spin, and he was hurled into the air involuntarily.
His consciousness then plunged into an abyss of darkness!
“Ah!”
Amidst a chorus of horrified screams, the flying sword mercilessly reaped the lives of the loose cultivators.
In the blink of an eye, three cultivators were decapitated, their heads severed by the flying sword!
Of course, it was Wang Chen who had struck.
He hadn’t used the Wind and Thunder Sword.
That second-tier spirit sword was far too conspicuous. If discovered, it could draw the attention of the Strongest from Wufeng Mountain, and the ensuing retaliation would be no laughing matter.
Instead, Wang Chen wielded a flying sword he had acquired, a mid-tier first-tier weapon.
Though the flying sword was unremarkable, his Sword Control had reached perfect mastery, making it as effortless as slicing through vegetables to deal with these specters at close range.
[Heavenly Merit +7], [Heavenly Merit +5], [Heavenly Merit +4]…
Wang Chen’s vision was flooded with notifications as his Heavenly Merit total surged toward the thousand-point milestone.
Bang! Bang!
Two fireballs exploded almost simultaneously against Wang Chen, but they merely caused a ripple in his protective armor.
With his cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Training and the perfect mastery of Spirit Light Shield, ordinary spells or talismans would require Wang Chen to endure a relentless barrage without resistance for at least the duration of an incense stick to break through!
Even the elite inner sect disciples of Wufeng Mountain couldn’t accomplish such a feat, let alone these loose cultivators.
Realizing they had stumbled upon an insurmountable obstacle, the surviving loose cultivators were gripped by terror and immediately turned to flee.
The area was crowded; if they could just blend into the throng, they would be safe.
However, they had grossly underestimated Wang Chen’s sword speed!
The sword light flashed three times in rapid succession, piercing through the bodies of three loose cultivators.
One of them had nearly reached the city gate but was still struck down by the relentless pursuit of the flying sword.
[Heavenly Merit +6]
The sudden battle left the surrounding people utterly terrified, their souls seemingly fleeing their bodies as they screamed and scattered in every direction.
Each of them wished they had a few extra legs to run faster.
Even those clutching ceramic bowls and pots, hoping to beg for some gruel, fled in panic!
The hearts of people are no longer as they once were.
Wang Chen shook his head and summoned back the flying sword that had just slain the last enemy.
[Heavenly Merit (Fate Alteration): 1003]
Having eliminated all seven cultivators, his total Heavenly Merit naturally surpassed the thousand-point mark.
The “+” symbols behind his four fundamental attributes—body, root bone, comprehension, and spirit—lit up simultaneously, indicating he could allocate points once more.
Wang Chen was certain he would enhance his root bone, but now was not the right time to allocate points.
Suppressing the excitement within him, he gathered all seven corpses and collected their storage bags.
Since they were all loose cultivators and not sect disciples, Wang Chen took the opportunity to inspect the contents of these storage bags.
To his surprise, he found over a thousand pounds of white corn inside!
He had only used around two hundred pounds of white corn to cook the spiritual rice porridge earlier.
What do you call this?
This is what you call selfless contribution!
As for spirit stones, talismans, elixirs, and the like, Wang Chen felt so overwhelmed that he couldn’t be bothered to count them carefully.
These loose cultivators, who had put on such a show of bravado, actually had a decent amount of wealth, which now all fell into Wang Chen’s hands.
He piled their corpses together and cast the Fire Crow Technique three times in succession.
“You did well.”
After finishing the fire, Wang Chen turned to the fierce martial artist who had been standing steadfastly by his side and asked, “What do you want?”
This innate martial artist had stood with him from the beginning, showing no sign of retreat even when faced with overwhelming odds. Though he hadn’t played a significant role in the battle, Wang Chen felt he deserved a reward.
The fierce martial artist quickly bowed and said, “I dare not accept anything without merit.”
In truth, he had been utterly stunned by what he had witnessed earlier.
Wang Chen smiled and handed him a blood protection talisman.
Inside this storage talisman, he had stored hundreds of pounds of white corn.
Consider it a gesture of goodwill, like offering flowers to the Buddha.
“From now on, you’ll be in charge of the porridge.”
With his purpose achieved, Wang Chen had no desire to linger any longer.
He placed an ample amount of spiritual rice into the nine stone cauldrons and departed with ease.
Throughout this entire ordeal, the Wei Hall cultivators from Dongwu Town had yet to make an appearance!
