The Path to Sainthood from Fairy Tail

The martial artist raised his butt embarrassedly and felt all over, but in the end he still couldn't find a single banknote.

"Grandmaster……"

Li Xuan pointed to the account number above the donation box and said, "Online payment is supported."

Martial Arts Master: "..."

Black magician: “…”

The martial artist was stunned for a moment, then scanned the code and paid casually.

A cold electronic voice echoed from the donation box, "Xingqi Bank account received, 1 Xingqi coin! Love has no size, 1 yuan is also love!"

At this moment, the three people's expressions were stunned.

The martial artist and the black magician didn't expect that Li Xuan's donation box actually had a voice function, and Li Xuan didn't expect that the martial artist looked so generous and only donated one dollar.

Although Li Xuan didn't care about the amount of money, this number did surprise him.

The martial artist rubbed his head and said sheepishly, "Alas, I recently bought some things for cultivation. I'm short on money, so I can only express my gratitude."

Li Xuan said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, even if you don't pay it doesn't matter."

The martial artist glanced at Li Xuan, then pulled the black magician beside him and fled away.

After opening, Li Xuan became more determined to continue setting up the stall.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. In one afternoon, only three people chose to come to him for treatment, and they were all martial artists who had no money. After the treatment, they simply said a few words of thanks and left without even glancing at the donation box next to them.

After many experiments, Li Xuan found that the merit of treating such minor injuries and dispelling debuffs was very little, no more than five points at most.

The amount of merit gained is also related to the realm of the person being treated. For those below level five, the merit is basically in the single digits, while for extraordinary people at level five and above, the merit gained from treating a minor injury is over ten points.

Correspondingly, the more Li Xuan consumes during treatment, the greater his energy consumption will be.

As for donations, Li Xuan has not tried it yet, but if nothing unexpected happens, it will definitely require a large sum of money. Considering the donations raised so far, there is still a long way to go.

In the evening, the setting sun dyed the sky red, and the snack street next to it began to become lively.

Li Xuan's location and dress attracted the attention of passers-by, and gradually people began to stop in front of Li Xuan's stall. Among these people, some were curious and asked Li Xuan to use holy light to heal their bodies.

After the treatment, they will symbolically put some change into the donation box.

Just when Li Xuan thought that today's free clinic was almost over, a strong smell of blood came from inside the training ground.

The ordinary people who had just gathered around moved away and kept a distance from the gate of the training ground.

After a while, the source of the bloody smell came out.

They were dressed in rags, their bodies covered in coagulated blood, and every step they took left a bloody footprint on the ground.

Li Xuan took off his sunglasses and found that the leader of this group of people was the martial artist he met this morning.

An unpleasant feeling came over me.

"Classmate, we're here to heal your wounds!"

The martial artist shouted excitedly after seeing Li Xuan.

Immediately, a group of muscular men carrying weapons surrounded Li Xuan, and the surging blood and energy almost made Li Xuan breathless.

"Is this the psychic from Holy Light? Why does he look like a fortune teller?" one of the muscular brothers asked in confusion.

In front of this group of muscular strongmen, the martial artist who had met Li Xuan twice before was like a little chicken, short, thin and without any characteristics.

Seeing this wave of "big business", Li Xuan couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and he didn't know if he could hold on until all these people were treated.

"Everyone, line up! Don't cause trouble for this student!"

A martial artist of medium build in the crowd spoke up to restore order. Among so many people, he was in the best condition, with almost no wounds on his body, and his blood was basically from other people.

Li Xuan felt that this person should be the one with the highest life level among this group of people.

After that person spoke, the people around him lined up and stood in front of Li Xuan one by one.

While queuing, Li Xuan discovered that these people were arranged according to the severity of their injuries. The more serious the injury, the higher their position in the queue.

However, Li Xuan felt that this method was not very good. These people were basically not in danger of their lives, and they were martial artists with abundant life energy.

If the treatment is slow, the last person in line might have already recovered by the time it is his turn.

Before Li Xuan could think much, the first person had already appeared in front of him.

"It's you again. Why is it more serious this time than last night?" Li Xuan asked while treating the patient.

"Originally, I was going to rest today, but the seniors saw that I recovered overnight and thought that I had made a breakthrough, so they stepped up their efforts. I only had the chance to tell the seniors about your matter after the training was over." He explained helplessly.

Li Xuan nodded silently.

During the treatment, Li Xuan discovered that most of the man's body was covered with bruises, and there were also a few injuries caused by sharp weapons.

Most of the blood in his body came from these wounds.

Thanks to his previous experience, Li Xuan completed the treatment quickly this time and began to welcome the next martial artist.

The sun sets, but it cannot take away the light from the training ground gate.

Holy light, shining continuously.

Finally, it was the turn of the last martial artist, who was the leader of this group of martial artists.

Li Xuan, who seemed to have been drained of time, took a look and asked doubtfully: "Senior, it seems that you don't need treatment anymore."

The senior student said regretfully, "Young man, your stamina is not good enough. I heard that your treatment is like a massage, and I've been looking forward to it for so long!"

Li Xuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "There really isn't a drop left. How about you come early tomorrow? If nothing goes wrong, I'll still be setting up a stall here tomorrow."

In the end, the senior could only sigh and leave.

Before leaving, he threw a banknote into the donation box.

The banknote was moving so fast that it went in before Li Xuan could even see it clearly.

"It's settled then, see you tomorrow!"

After seeing off these martial artists, Li Xuan stood up and stretched.

When he tilted his head to look inside the training ground, he found that the bloody footprints had been cleaned up at some point, and the road was spotless without a trace.

Li Xuan was no longer surprised by this situation. When he first came here, he found that this road was very clean. Even if someone cleaned it for a long time, it would not be possible to make it spotless.

The traces left by time are still easy to distinguish.

While packing up, Li Xuan saw the banknote that the senior student had thrown into the donation box. It was a 500-yuan Xingqi coin.

It seems that not every martial artist is short of money, and I don’t know if this senior is an exception.