Filthy Cultivation: I Pierced the Heavens with the Merit System

Oh wow, possessed by spiritual power?

Upon hearing the new term, Li Fuyao's mental learning antenna started buzzing.

You see, what she lacks most right now is this kind of method of using spiritual power, but when she wanted to ask the disciples of the Yanjian Sect, they were all busy with post-disaster reconstruction, so she couldn't bother them at all.

Her opponents were always demonic cultivators, whose fighting styles differed greatly from those of spiritual cultivators. Their practical value in combat was pitifully small, offering her no inspiration or ideas for how ordinary cultivators could become stronger. As a result, she lacked knowledge about the application of spiritual power.

With a live sparring partner right in front of him, Li Fuyao, with the thought of "seeing the pig run before eating the pork," looked at him intently with great interest.

The guard's body shimmered with a faint golden light, as if he were wearing a form-fitting soft armor.

Is this what spiritual possession is like?

It doesn't look too difficult!

While staring intently at the little golden figure that was raising its sword at her again, Li Fuyao used the Shadow Step to circle the arena and run away.

In her eyes, this was like a battle between a fragile, long-ranged newbie and a skilled, short-ranged veteran. Her tactics of kiting and maneuvering were one aspect, but more importantly, she wanted to buy herself time to try and simulate the possession of spiritual power.

The guard was now filled with anger and no longer treated Li Fuyao with the same disdain as before.

Seeing that she was fighting and running away instead of engaging in a direct confrontation, he snorted coldly and shot straight at Li Fuyao's legs like an arrow released from a bow:

"Ha, wait till I break your legs, then let's see how you jump around!"

The sword light was sharp and fierce, clearly indicating the use of some kind of sword technique. Judging from its trajectory, if this sword were to hit, Li Fuyao's height would be reduced to half a year.

"Wow, Uncle, you're so heartless!"

Li Fuyao calmly twisted her waist and turned around, unleashing several beams of pure moonlight and flowing light towards the guard's sword-wielding hand:

"Why don't you do me a favor and replace my legs with your hands?"

Several crescent-shaped golden blades struck the guard's wrist, sending sparks flying and clanging. Although they barely broke through his defenses, they successfully forced the sword's momentum to deflect slightly.

The guard ignored the small, bloody cuts on her wrist. His eyes were cold and stern, and his swordplay became increasingly fierce. Every strike was aimed at Li Fuyao's vitals, forcing her to retreat repeatedly. She was forced to magically pull out a tetanus hammer from her spatial storage and strike it against the blade.

With the sword in the guard's hands, the system would naturally assume that the guard was part of the enemy.

The tetanus effect traveled from the sword to the user, causing the guard to freeze in place.

In his astonishment, he lost his aim and veered to the side, his body stiffening as he watched himself fall comically to the ground, leaning on his sword.

How could Li Fuyao let go of such a good experimental opportunity? She immediately threw the storm ball she had just rolled out, about the size of a nose, and instantly blasted the guard who had just regained his freedom, tearing his clothes to shreds and making him roll over like a grilled fish.

Judging from the force of the impact alone, if he hadn't been protected by the golden spiritual energy, he might have been left with a mouth-sized wound.

Seeing that the tetanus effect had worn off, Li Fuyao quickly distanced herself again like a rabbit, but the guards behind her got up in a daze and did not pursue her again as before.

"This...this is the power of wind and thunder!"

The guard asked in great shock:

"Aren't you a hybrid spiritual root?! How could you possibly use both wind and thunder elemental powers?!"

"What happened?"

Li Fuyao watched the guard with the wariness of a kitten, then slowly conjured another small, crackling storm ball in her hand, answering matter-of-factly:

"I have never denied that I have mixed spiritual roots, but I have never said that all my spiritual roots are of the five elements. You have been making accusations and personal attacks against me. I thought you knew everything. Why are you asking me now?"

To prevent external distractions, the barrier isolates external sounds from entering. However, to ensure the event is exciting enough to attract more cultivators to place bets, the audience outside the barrier can hear the sounds inside clearly.

As soon as these words were uttered on stage, the crowd below erupted in uproar.

Only Bai Suifeng, who knew the plan in advance, remained calm and composed, standing out from the crowd. His clear, beastly eyes held only worry and pride, without a trace of surprise. He even looked up and saw Zhang Ze, unable to contain his excitement, and patted him disdainfully to signal him not to give himself away.

"My God, we were just saying she was some kind of orphan from the countryside! How could someone who can use both wind and thunder elemental powers be some kind of orphan from the countryside?!"

"Yes, she has been saying that she has an extraordinary identity, but we didn't believe her just now. Now it seems that what she said is true. We were just not clear-headed enough and were blinded by false rumors!"

"The disciples who returned from Yuanshan Town said that this little girl has killed quite a few demonic cultivators. Now that I think about it, if she really was just an orphan girl from the countryside, she would probably be scared to death if she encountered a demonic cultivator. How could she have the courage to kill someone?"

Listening to the clamor around her, Yu Zhenzhen stared at the petite, short-haired girl on the stage, her expression complex.

The wind and lightning elemental roots are something that can only be possessed by those with special bloodlines. With these two elements, Li Fuyao's identity, no matter what, could no longer be that of an orphan girl from the countryside.

Moreover, if the exorcism is real, then she, as a chosen one of heaven, is willing to work hard for ordinary people, which clearly shows that she is a person of upright character and goodness. Why did I condemn her because of a few words from her lackey? Wasn't that really wronging a good person?

Li Fuyao couldn't hear the voices from below the stage, nor did she have time to spare any attention for unimportant matters.

She only knew that after a few more rounds of fighting, she would be able to grasp the secrets of spiritual possession.

Seeing the guard staring at her blankly, hesitant to make a move, she raised her hand and struck him across the face with a sharp, metallic palm strike, attempting to shatter his dignity and restore him to his previous state of rage.

"Dude, what are you spacing out for? Get up and let's fight again!"