Filthy Cultivation: I Pierced the Heavens with the Merit System

With an acquaintance accompanying her, Li Fuyao naturally had no reason to refuse. Seeing Zhang Ze's firm attitude, she readily agreed.

The group chatted happily while each of them showed off a bowl of noodles made by their grandmother.

Although everyone was a cultivator who needed to minimize impurities in their bodies and avoid eating meals made from non-spiritual food, none of the younger ones showed the slightest interest in Grandma Zhang Ze's stir-fried noodles.

Even Bai Suifeng, who is usually picky, ate an extra bowl.

The old man was both happy and worried, fearing that all the food he had prepared that morning wouldn't be enough for his young children.

After a round of laughter and commotion, the group wanted to help their grandmother tidy up the table, but the old lady waved her hand and stopped them all.

"Grandma, I'm just old, not useless o(′^｀)o"

As she spoke, she proudly flicked a wisp of spiritual light from her fingertip and, in front of everyone, channeled it into a small magic circle on the wall.

The next moment, the leftover food on the table was lifted into the air and landed steadily in the sink.

Seeing this, the old lady channeled some spiritual energy into another small magic array nearby, and soon the pots and pans seemed to come alive, soaking in the water and washing themselves.

Apart from Bai Suifeng, who was used to such sights, everyone else gaped open like ignorant country bumpkins.

"Wow, this little magic circle is pretty user-friendly..."

Li Fuyao, who hadn't been downstairs to cook in a long time, felt a little embarrassed. She chuckled awkwardly and pulled Lin Yanyue and Bai Suifeng towards the door.

"Goodbye, Grandma! We're going to have a competition now, we'll be back later!"

Seeing this, Zhang Ze quickly greeted his grandmother and followed her out of the courtyard gate, striding after the others.

"Miss and young master, please wait for me!"

The group walked quickly. Because there was a competition today, Li Fuyao didn't want to put too much pressure on everyone, so she didn't bring up any serious matters. Instead, she cooperated with them, laughing and joking all the way to Shenwu Square.

Zhang Ze, who was left waiting anxiously outside, and the others went over and started to queue up obediently.

First, verify identities, then draw numbers – the same steps as last time.

Moreover, because everyone got up very early this time, and the number of people selected from the first competition and the revival competition was far less than the initial number, their numbers were all considered to be among the earlier ones.

But when everyone checked their name tags, they discovered that Li Fuyao was the last person in line this time.

"I am number forty-nine in ring number two."

Li Fuyao looked at the numbers on the red bracelet and asked the others:

"Where's yours?"

"I am number thirty-six in arena number three."

Bai Suifeng pursed his lips, a little pleased, and answered softly:

"Fuyao, our arenas are next to each other."

"But I'm so far away QAQ"

Lin Yanyue pouted miserably and showed the red string in her hand to Li Fuyao:

"Miss, I'm in arena number five, number twenty-eight."

Seeing her like this, Li Fuyao felt a surge of tenderness. She gently patted Lin Yanyue's shoulder and said with a soft smile:

"Ah Yue, there's a competition today. Don't look so sad, or it will affect your mindset and momentum."

"Anyway, my turn is still a while away, and my brother's is still a while away too. We can go watch your competition first. Yue, do your best!"

Lin Yan Yue felt grateful upon hearing this, a determined glint flashing in her starry eyes. She patted her chest and nodded emphatically, saying:

"Don't worry, Miss, I will definitely not let you down and will bring back good results!"

After saying that, the group headed towards arena number five.

Seeing that Lin Yanyue was still a little nervous along the way, Li Fuyao made a few more gentle and joking remarks to try to ease her tension.

Although Lin Yanyue was a little uneasy because she lacked confidence in her strength and appearance, she relaxed a lot under Li Fuyao's clear and sweet words of encouragement and praise. The group soon arrived near the fifth arena.

The fifth arena was located in a corner of the Divine Martial Square, and it was already surrounded by cultivators who had come to watch the battle.

On the arena, streaks of spiritual light flickered and danced within the barrier, making it clear to everyone that the two inside were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Those who passed the first round of auditions or won the revival competition were not ordinary people. They all had some trump cards up their sleeves, which were hard to defend against. Therefore, the competition was relatively fast. Before long, it was Lin Yanyue's turn to take the stage.

"The match between contestants number 27 and number 5 on arena number 5 is over. The winner is Wang Wu!"

"Please, the two number 28s from ring number five, come to the stage to fight. The two number 29s, please come to the side of the ring as soon as possible and wait!"

The black-clad steward beside the barrier began broadcasting again. Upon hearing this, Li Fuyao smiled and gave Lin Yanyue a light push on the lower back.

"Go on, Yue, be careful!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yanyue gave a serious "hmm" and then took a deep breath, flipping herself onto the arena.

Perhaps due to bad luck, her opponent this time was a burly man who wielded a huge axe and exuded a fierce aura, looking quite intimidating.

Seeing someone climb onto the stage, the burly man sized Lin Yan Yue up and down a few times, then snorted coldly through his nose, his tone full of disdain:

"Young lady, you should go down now, don't waste my time."

“I, Zhao Liu, am not one to show mercy to women. If you don’t admit defeat soon, don’t come crying to me later when you’re missing an arm or a leg.”

Lin Yanyue frowned slightly upon hearing this, but there was no sign of backing down in her eyes.

Instead, she politely cupped her hands in greeting to the burly man, staring intently at the top of his head, and said softly:

"Little bro, so don't cry if you go bald later!"

As soon as she finished speaking, seeing that the barrier had completely closed, she immediately shouted and launched the first attack.

With a deft flick of her fingers, Lin Yanyue conjured two beams of spiritual light from her storage pouch into her hands, transforming them into two small, crescent-shaped daggers.

"watch out!"

Lin Yanyue turned her delicate body slightly, and her snow-white blade flashed like lightning, stabbing at the burly man at a tricky angle.

Unexpectedly, the burly man was not afraid at all. He just snorted coldly again, swung his giant axe, and charged towards Lin Yan Yue with a gust of wind.

With a loud clang, the giant axe trembled slightly, but Lin Yan Yue was shaken and sent flying backward.

"Is that all you have?"

The burly man grinned maliciously and immediately leaned forward to catch up, using his body and axe to stride towards Lin Yan Yue.

Lin Yanyue was quite agile, and she had already adjusted her body in mid-air and landed lightly. However, judging from her slightly trembling hands, she was clearly at a disadvantage in this first round.

Seeing the giant axe come down again, she flipped over to dodge, then suddenly bent over to the side, hooked her hand, and swung the curved knife at the strong man's waist and abdomen.

The burly man's momentum was too strong. Although he managed to twist his body and dodge in time, Lin Yanyue still managed to cut a small gash on his waist. His already fierce eyes were instantly stimulated by the pain and blood, making them even more vicious. His whole body suddenly lit up with an earthy yellow light, and he swung his axe at Lin Yanyue again.

Although Lin Yanyue was skilled in movement, she was clearly far inferior to this burly man with the giant axe in terms of spiritual energy reserves and physical strength.

Although she moved with the agility of a butterfly, dodging and weaving on stage, the strong man was stronger than her. After several exchanges, Lin Yanyue gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Her clothes were soaked with sweat, and her face turned pale. Even though she was giving it her all, she was still in grave danger because of the strong man's powerful gust of wind. The audience below couldn't help but feel worried for Lin Yan Yue.

Only Li Fuyao and Bai Suifeng seemed to have grasped the situation. The siblings showed no signs of tension; instead, they displayed a hint of appreciative joy.

Sure enough, just as the burly man thought he had the victory in his grasp and lowered his guard, Lin Yanyue suddenly activated her spiritual power again, gripping her curved blade and slashing at the burly man's neck.

The attack was too sudden and too swift. The burly man was so shocked that he had no time to react and could only hurriedly swing his axe to defend himself.

This time, however, Lin Yanyue's moves were unusually fierce. Her two swords somehow took a turn, making it difficult for the burly man to defend himself. They ghost-like bypassed the giant axe and pressed against his neck.

The icy touch startled the burly man, who had no choice but to lower his head and admit defeat.

"I won!"

Lin Yanyue cheered and a bright smile spread across her face.

Li Fuyao and Bai Suifeng, sitting in the audience, cheered and rejoiced for Lin Yanyue's victory.

However, the competition did not end there.

Overjoyed, Lin Yanyue was led by the arm by Li Fuyao to Bai Suifeng's third arena.

In this round, Bai Suifeng's opponent was a mysterious cultivator dressed in black robes.

This person was tall and thin, with pale, paper-white hands protruding from his black robe. He exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Hmph, kid, you are indeed quite strong, but you're unlucky to have met me."

The black-robed cultivator sneered and waved his hands, causing streams of pale green mist to surge towards Bai Suifeng from all directions.

Bai Suifeng frowned upon seeing this; he had never seen such a bizarre attack method before.

He hurriedly activated his magic to try and block the fog.

But the mist, as if alive, deftly evaded her attacks and continued to approach him.

"What should I do?"

Bai Suifeng was extremely anxious.

He knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die.

Just then, he suddenly remembered a spell that Li Fuyao had once taught him—the Purification Spell.

This spell can purify all evil influences.

Bai Suifeng was overjoyed and immediately activated his magic power, chanting incantations:

"Purify Spirit Technique, activate!"

Instantly, a dazzling bolt of lightning surged from his body, transforming into a light barrier that firmly protected him.

The moment the mist touched the light screen, it made a "sizzling" sound and quickly dissipated without a trace.

Upon seeing this, the black-robed cultivator's expression changed drastically.

He never expected Bai Suifeng to have such methods.

"Hmph, you've got some skill."

The black-robed cultivator snorted coldly and waved his hands again, this time summoning a black magic weapon—a huge black hand.

The black hand, emanating a dense black aura, viciously reached out to grab Bai Suifeng.

Bai Suifeng let out a cold shout, and with a flick of his hand, the Qiankun Spear suddenly flew out and collided with the black hand.

But this time, the Black Hand was unusually resilient, actually causing the Qiankun Spear to fly back.

Bai Suifeng swayed and narrowly dodged the attack from the Black Hand.

He knew he couldn't continue to be passive like this.

He must take the initiative!

So he activated his spiritual power again, his footwork becoming mysterious, and his figure flashed on the arena.

At the same time, he chanted incantations, and streams of spiritual light surged from his body, transforming into spear shadows that attacked the black-robed cultivator.

Seeing this, the black-robed cultivator snorted coldly and waved his hands, causing the pale green mist to surge out again and collide with the spear shadow.

But this time, the gunshot was unusually sharp, actually tearing a hole in the mist.

Bai Suifeng was overjoyed upon seeing this.

Taking advantage of the moment, he flashed forward and rushed in front of the black-robed cultivator. With a flick of his hand, his spear shot out like lightning, piercing towards the cultivator's chest.

The black-robed cultivator was shocked and hurriedly waved his black hand to defend himself. But this time, Bai Suifeng's sword strike was unusually swift, piercing through the black hand and heading straight for the black-robed cultivator's chest.

With a loud "bang!", the black-robed cultivator was sent flying by Bai Suifeng's spear and crashed heavily onto the arena.

"I won!"

Bai Suifeng cheered, a brighter smile spreading across his face.

He looked at Li Fuyao below the stage with some anticipation. This battle was not only an affirmation of his own strength, but also a reward and proof for Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao and Lin Yanyue, sitting in the audience, were also extremely excited.

They cheered for Bai Suifeng's victory and were even more proud of her growth.

When the group excitedly accompanied Li Fuyao to the second arena, they discovered that her opponent was a powerful female cultivator.

This person was tall and slender with a cold and beautiful face, and held a long sword that gleamed with a cold light in his hand.

"Heh, so you're Li Fuyao, the one who said demons aren't despicable? Today I'll show you the consequences of associating with demons!"

The female cultivator snorted coldly, and with a flick of her longsword, a sharp sword light slashed towards Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao's expression was solemn; she knew she couldn't be careless.

She let out a delicate shout, and with a flick of her hand, her long-handled hammer flew up and collided with the female cultivator's longsword.

The two sword beams intertwined in the air, making a clanging sound.

Li Fuyao and the female cultivator stared intently at each other, trying to find a weakness in the other's defenses.

Just then, Li Fuyao suddenly noticed a tiny flaw in the female cultivator's demeanor.

Overjoyed, she immediately channeled her magic power, moving like a swallow as she rushed toward the female cultivator's side.

The female cultivator was terrified and hurriedly swung her sword to defend herself.

This time, however, Li Fuyao's moves were exceptionally fierce, and she actually knocked the female cultivator's longsword away with a single strike.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Fuyao flashed behind the female cultivator, and with a flick of his hand, the hammer swung like lightning towards the female cultivator's back.

The female cultivator reacted extremely quickly, turning her body and narrowly dodging the sword strike.

Li Fuyao did not stop there. She once again activated her magic power, and sword shadows attacked the female cultivator.

The female cultivator's expression was solemn; she hadn't expected Li Fuyao to be so difficult to deal with.

She hurriedly swung her longsword, colliding with Li Fuyao's hammer shadow.

But this time, she found that her longsword was trembling.

"how is this possible?"

The female cultivator was greatly alarmed.