Filthy Cultivation: I Pierced the Heavens with the Merit System

"Clan leader, madam, the Holy Son has arrived."

The waiter lifted the curtain, and Bai Suifeng stepped inside. Looking closely, she saw her father and mother sitting at the table, both smiling broadly and waving at her.

"Today is your birthday, Yuan'er, come quickly and see if you like this gift."

"Father? Mother?!"

Bai Suifeng stared blankly at the smiling man and woman in front of him, a low sob escaped his throat, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He took a few hurried steps forward, but then suddenly stopped as if pulled by a rope, stretching out his hands as if trying to grab something, hesitating and not daring to go forward:

"I remember you, Mingming, Mingming died that night."

Bai Suifeng tried hard to suppress the sob in his throat, but the tears in his eyes would roll down his long eyelashes and fall to the ground with a clattering sound.

He hastily raised his sleeve and wiped it haphazardly a couple of times, his long, snow-white tail swaying uncontrollably, and asked in a trembling voice:

"You clearly exhausted your cultivation to send me away. I watched helplessly as your Great Dao collapsed and your physical bodies were annihilated. Our Holy Domain was massacred, and our clan's territory was burned to ashes. How could you possibly..."

As Bai Suifeng spoke, he looked around and pointed to his bedroom, which he had lived in since childhood, asking incoherently:

"How could you all, and this house, be all alright?"

Hearing such ominous words, the man and woman at the table still wore the same loving smiles on their faces. They smiled at each other, then stepped forward and pulled Bai Suifeng into their arms, holding him tightly.

"You are the Holy Son of the Beast Realm, it is truly unbecoming of you to spout such nonsense."

The handsome silver-haired man pretended to be angry and tapped his forehead, then chuckled and gently scolded him:

"Look at you, you're a little man now, yet you're still crying and behaving like a girl. What kind of behavior is that? How can your father entrust important clan affairs to you in the future?"

"Ah Ye, Yuan'er is only nine years old, why are you scolding him?"

The beautiful woman, dressed in gorgeous robes as vibrant as a peony, gave the silver-haired man a coquettish glare before lovingly pulling Bai Suifeng into her arms and tenderly wiping away the remaining tears from his chin.

"Why are you crying, Yuan'er? If you have a nightmare, you can tell Mommy about it~"

Do you have nightmares?

Bai Suifeng carefully took the beautiful woman's hand, pressed his face against it with longing, and gazed at the two people in front of him intently, his eyes stinging but unwilling to blink even for a moment:

"Yes, Mother, Yuan'er had a nightmare, a very scary dream."

“I dreamt that you were all dead. The steward, Uncle Zhang’s older brother, the maids and servants who played with me, and all the clansmen who called me Holy Son were all dead. All of you were dead, and the entire Beast Realm turned into a sea of ​​fire.”

He closed his eyes, turned his ears away, buried his head deeply in his mother's arms, and murmured softly:

"Everything is gone, all that's left is myself."

"And I know nothing, my cultivation has fallen to the dust, I'm even more useless than a newborn cub."

Two warm, large hands landed on his head, warming Bai Suifeng's heart. He was about to say something when his parents forcefully pushed him to the ground, coldly and disgustedly saying:

"Yeah, you're a complete waste!"

He looked up in shock, only to see his parents, who had just been all smiles, now contorted with rage, their eyes filled with disgust and resentment. Bai Suifeng stumbled back several steps, his heart aching as if being slowly tortured.

"Father, Mother, I, I..."

The lingering blush spread back to the corners of his eyes. He waved his hands helplessly, his voice trembling as he made a promise:

"Yuan'er will try his best. Yuan'er will never play around again. I will definitely do my homework well and practice meditation and martial arts diligently. Please, please don't look at me like that..."

What's the point of your efforts now?

A handsome man and a beautiful woman stood up hand in hand from beside the table, bloodstains and black mist seeping from their bodies like ink seeping through toilet paper.

"You've already killed us!"

"It's all your fault for being so useless! Why didn't you try harder?!"

Li Fuyao stood expressionless beside the sofa. Despite the deafening rebukes around her, her eyes remained as indifferent as a stagnant pool, devoid of any emotion.

The man who had just been gentle and refined was still wearing a bunny apron and a bear pajamas, but the sunflower bowl that had held the strawberry pudding was now shattered at Li Fuyao's feet. The pink strawberry pudding was now covered with broken porcelain shards and dirty black and gray lint, turning into a disgusting, gel-like mess, no longer the edible thing it had been.

Why don't you try a little harder?! Tell me, tell me!!!

The man, his eyes wide with a manic expression, waved the second-prize certificate for the D City children's dance competition that had just arrived in the mail, while gripping Li Fuyao's shoulder tightly and shaking her violently with the other.

"If you had won the top prize, those people wouldn't have laughed at me for my wife cheating on me and running off with someone else!"

"Who am I working so hard for?! Why don't you try harder?"

"Why wasn't it first prize?! Do you also want to grow up to be a cunning, lazy, greedy, and slippery woman, so you can run off with your husband's money and a gigolo? You're just as despicable as your mother!"

Li Fuyao watched the man's madness with a sense of normalcy until he collapsed to his knees, hugged her, and cried out in apology. Only then did a complex look of pity appear in her eyes.

“Dad, I didn’t win first prize because I started dancing at the age of four and I’m only six years old this year. The girl who won first prize has been dancing for six years. No matter how talented I am, I can’t compare to her six years of hard work.”

She spoke softly, gently but firmly pushing the man away.

"Can……"

Just as the man was about to speak, Li Fuyao placed a finger on his lips, sealing his mouth with her spiritual power.

Li Fuyao stroked the fine stubble on his chin, then carefully examined his eyes—a mixture of guilt and reproach—through the man's glasses, and chuckled softly:

"Dad, if you love me, don't take out all your emotions on me."

“I love you too, and I trust you wholeheartedly, but that’s not a reason for you to hit me with a stick and then give me a sweet treat, to use conditional love to kidnap and hurt me.”

"I know you love me, but your love hurts too much. I'd rather not have it."

Li Fuyao stared at him intently, then slowly bent down to pick up the sharp shards from the ground, her expression gentle as she slit open the man's throat:

Goodbye, Dad, I've grown up.

"I have learned to love myself without needing anything from others."

She watched as the man in front of her slowly dissipated in the living room, the drifting smoke transforming into a dark brown solid wood door.

"Look, I now have the energy to love others."

Before pushing open the door, Li Fuyao stepped over the dirty pudding on the floor, raised her head and chuckled:

"I am now my own sun!"

The door opened, but instead of the Divine Martial Square of the Yanjian Sect, what came into view was a pit of corpses with severed limbs scattered all over the ground.

The muddy feel underfoot was strangely familiar. Li Fuyao looked at the dark red popping boba milk tea beside her feet, her smile vanishing instantly, and she said in a trembling voice:

"Damn it! This place doesn't allow fantasy!"