Filthy Cultivation: I Pierced the Heavens with the Merit System

"Hmph, interesting, it's a zombie."

Li Fuyao raised an eyebrow with interest and tentatively took a step forward.

The white mist in front of them suddenly dissipated, revealing the bloody and terrifying ruins behind them.

Abandoned buildings, broken bridges, desolate streets, and rotting zombies wandering around all reminded her that she had returned to the apocalypse of her previous life.

"Judging from the environment, this should be D City, and it should be D City where the apocalypse just broke out."

Li Fuyao calmly surveyed her surroundings, then looked down at her long, slender hands, which were covered in sticky residue. When she realized that her cultivation and skills had been transferred to this sickly body from her previous life, she suddenly let out a cryptic sneer:

"Ha, it's time to kill those two beasts!"

The sweet, fishy smell attracted the attention of the surrounding zombies. The grayish-blue zombies let out hissing sounds like they were choking on phlegm and fiercely pounced on Li Fuyao from afar.

However, just a few dozen meters away from the delicious food, they were firmly blocked from entering the villa area by its high walls equipped with electric fences.

Low-level zombies have little intelligence; they only know that there is delicious food ahead that will make them itch with hunger. Driven by instinct, they push forward without caring that the poor creatures at the front have been turned into unrecognizable lumps of rotten flesh by the waves of pushing and trampling from behind.

The broken limbs and the spilled brain matter were intertwined, crackling and popping on the electric fence, a horrifying and gruesome sight.

But Li Fuyao, smelling the pungent stench of burning protein, showed no sign of panic whatsoever; instead, she hummed a song in a good mood.

She leisurely withdrew her gaze from the window, pulled over a silk embroidered curtain to wipe her hands, and turned around with a casual glance down. As expected, she saw the two ill-fated lovers from her past life, bound together like dumplings, at the foot of her bed in her bedroom.

The man and woman were old acquaintances.

The man was a rotten cucumber whom Li Fuyao's birth mother painstakingly found for a marriage alliance because she was jealous that her daughter had money but didn't spend it on her.

This rotten cucumber is ugly in appearance but has beautiful dreams. He is nothing but a low-class playboy who can't stand up to scrutiny. He always fantasizes that one day he can conquer Li Fuyao, the sick rose of the capital, with that dirty cucumber.

The woman was two years younger than Li Fuyao and was her half-sister by blood. Not only was she just like her husband, who was a freeloader, and was very good at framing and turning the tables, but also, encouraged by that woman, she got involved with Rotten Cucumber in an attempt to murder and embezzle Li Fuyao.

Having grown up in an absurd and melodramatic family, the perceptive Li Fuyao had long been aware of this, having already made ample preparations in her previous life.

Just then, the two were driven to desperation by the sudden apocalypse, so she went along with it and set a trap. With the cowardly posture of a sickly beauty who could only obediently follow orders, she drugged the two bastards and tied them up tightly.

The questions that needed to be asked in her past life had already been answered. However, since she knew that she was in an illusion, Li Fuyao had a desire to make up for the regrets of her past life.

With a wicked sense of humor, she severed all the tendons in their hands and feet. Then, taking advantage of her improved physical condition, she dragged out her birth mother and stepfather, who had almost succeeded in their sneak attack in her previous life, and slapped them one by one.

After throwing the other three wretches into the zombie horde in front of his birth mother, Li Fuyao turned back with a sinister, maniacal laugh to look at the old, ugly woman who was crying and cursing incessantly.

Annoyed by her constant chatter, Li Fuyao showed no motherly affection whatsoever, punching the woman hard and breaking her nose. Only after the woman choked on blood and couldn't speak did Li Fuyao kick the woman's neck and ask with a grin:

"Old man, why aren't you laughing anymore? Weren't you happy when you conspired with your lover to kill my father? Weren't you proud when you helped others torture me?"

"That man Li Can has been dead for ten years, why are you holding such a grudge? Li Fuyao, I raised you from childhood, I'm your mother!"

The middle-aged woman, who looked respectable but was like a toad, was trampled under Li Fuyao's feet. Although she was already terrified and had urinated all over the ground, she still relied on her status as a mother to mumble incoherently:

"I gave birth to you, raised you, and now all I want is for you to obey me, and you've already decided to kill me?"

"You heartless brat, are you going to kill your own mother over a few words?"

Feeling the sudden increase in pressure on her neck, the middle-aged woman nearly suffocated on the spot.

Li Fuyao waited until her old face turned purple and her eyes rolled back before she mercifully and slowly reduced her strength, allowing her to cough and gasp for breath and barely escape death.

"Raise me? You mean the kind of 'raise me' that my stepfather almost raped me?"

"Are you still going to refuse to let me go to school or treat my illness, forcing me to beg for food and medicine like a dog on my knees?"

Li Fuyao's eyes were filled with a chilling coldness, devoid of any filial affection that should exist between mother and daughter. Instead, they were filled with a piercing hatred. She gave a forced, insincere laugh and said:

"If it weren't for Grandpa bringing ten million to bring me back and pamper me, I probably would have starved to death that winter when your family of three went on vacation!"