Filthy Cultivation: I Pierced the Heavens with the Merit System

"Nightmare, what are you looking at over there?"

One of the men in gray robes noticed the masked man in black stop what he was doing and looked over. He looked around but found nothing, so he nervously asked the masked man in black:

"Is there anything unusual?"

"It's just a harmless little mouse, don't worry about it too much."

Nightmare chuckled softly, and a flirtatious and alluring male voice came from behind the mask. Even the most serious conversation could be made to sound tender and ambiguous, and the slightly upturned ending tone seemed to have a little hook that tickled people's hearts.

Unfortunately, the demonic cultivator who had just asked her the question was no pushover. Hearing him answer her in that tone, she not only didn't find him sexy at all, but instead felt disgusted and got goosebumps all over her body.

Hearing the suppressed laughter of his companions around him, he rebuked them with a mixture of disgust and embarrassment:

"Would it kill you filthy demons to speak properly? Stop with this nonsense! This Bewildering Heart Stone is one of the most precious treasures of the Yanjian Sect. The time we can influence it is extremely limited. It will be out of control in another quarter of an hour!"

To avoid being affected by those eerie songs, Li Fuyao had both ears completely blocked by a ball of spiritual energy, so she couldn't hear their words and could only squint her eyes and try to read their lips.

The man in black had his lips obscured by a mask, but the men in gray robes could.

Li Fuyao diligently read the demonic cultivator's lips, meticulously extracting useful information from them.

"It seems these gray-robed men are the demonic cultivators who tampered with the Heartless Stone, and this man called Eye is the filthy demon mentioned in the system quest?"

"So, if we can disrupt their actions and prevent them from completing the ritual within two quarters of an hour, wouldn't our safety be greatly guaranteed once the Yanjian Sect cultivators regain control of the Wangxin Stone?"

The thought of hope for mental health protection brought a barely perceptible smile to Li Fuyao's eyes, but when she turned her head and remembered that she still didn't know what that damned filthy demon core looked like, her mood immediately soured.

With her lips slightly pouting, Li Fuyao hadn't yet figured out a more comprehensive approach, so she could only stare disdainfully at the group of guys setting up a magic array in the center of the square, intending to observe the situation and react accordingly.

Perhaps due to the slowly decreasing soul power, she was finding it difficult to concentrate, and as she stared, Li Fuyao's mind wandered.

"This vile demon wears a mask and dares not show its true face. Could it be because it's too ugly?"

Thinking of the grotesque and deformed appearance of the filthy beasts, her disgust deepened:

"Is this guy called Eyes because he's covered in eyes?"

"But a skinny swallow seems to count as an eye, right? It's a bit impolite to discriminate based on organ type. But seriously, what if it actually has a skinny swallow body?"

"But then again, shouldn't a corn be considered an eye too?"

"Ugh, stop, stop, stop! Thinking about it any further seems a bit too disgusting!"

She was lost in thought, wondering what someone covered in corns and blemishes would look like, when she noticed something amiss in the situation.

Li Fuyao perked up, quickly pursed her lips to suppress her mischievous smile, and squinted her eyes to look at it seriously.

"Since it's not going to have any impact, what are you dawdling here for? You know that delays can cause problems... Uh! Mmm!"

The disgusted demonic cultivator was still shouting when he was suddenly silenced by the evil demon grabbing him.

Li Fuyao watched helplessly as the demonic cultivator was lifted off the ground by the neck by the filthy demon, who flailed his limbs and struggled desperately. But after a moment, he turned into a wisp of smoke, merging into the magic array on the ground and disappearing without a trace, as smoothly as a vacuum cleaner cleaning up seasonings and salt.

"Whoa! He's dead already?"

Li Fuyao raised an eyebrow slightly, inwardly clicking her tongue in amazement:

"This vile demon is truly ruthless; it kills its own people without hesitation!"

"But after that demonic cultivator died, he was sucked into the magic array. Is this magic array used to absorb soul power to power that door frame?"

"It seems to be based on the same principle as those who sacrifice lives on a pentagram to summon demons. If we destroy this magic circle, can we stop their soul-sacrifice plan and prevent that so-called Lord of the Unholy from descending into the world?"

Li Fuyao gazed at them thoughtfully from the stands, while the evil demon named Yan disdainfully produced a handkerchief to wipe her hands on the field.

"They really dare to take advantage of anyone."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, dispelling the handkerchief as if nothing had happened. He continued drawing the magic circle, still using that flippant, drawn-out tone, and slowly smiled at the remaining demonic cultivators:

"Look at this guy, he's getting impatient. Are you all going to be impatient too?"

The demonic cultivators exchanged bewildered glances, their faces ashen. Even though they were cursing inwardly, they dared not show it outwardly out of fear. Only one of the bolder ones, though outwardly fierce, shouted:

"We're not in a hurry at all. But you, you have a Heavenly Alliance with our boss!"

Seeing that the Nightmare showed no signs of anger, the demonic cultivator seemed to gain some confidence, and his voice became several decibels louder:

"We planted filthy demonic energy in the Stone of Delusion as agreed. If you fail to open the Gate of the Abyss of Filth within the time limit, you will be the one to bear the consequences of breaking the agreement!"

"Okay, okay~ If you don't shut up, I'm going to kill you!"

Nightmare chuckled indulgently, and seeing the demonic cultivator blush and shut up, he glanced in Li Fuyao's direction, then turned back to continue fiddling with the formation with satisfaction.

"The Yanjian Sect is nothing but a bunch of hypocrites who claim to be righteous. They act so carelessly, do they really think they can stop the arrival of the Lord of Filth?"

"I will not break my promise. Tell your accomplices outside that you only need to hold on for another quarter of an hour. When the Lord of Evil descends, the entire cultivation world will grovel at our feet!"

"We'll collect the souls, and you can collect the corpses. The Yanjian Sect won't be able to stop us!"

Seeing the group of demonic cultivators standing there dumbfounded beside him, and him the only one busy with his head down, Yan gave orders with considerable dissatisfaction:

"I'm drawing a formation here, so you guys shouldn't just stand around doing nothing!"

He scattered a handful of gray beads on the ground like a peasant woman feeding chickens, and commanded the demonic cultivators as if ordering dogs around:

"Go, pick up these filthy beads and feed one to each of those ugly things that chant them."

"By the way, I've heard that you demonic cultivators are generally not very educated, but you should all be able to count, right?"

As Nightmare manipulated the crimson patterns that spread across the field, he turned back and asked in a casual tone:

"Feed one child per person, no more and no less, understand?"

"You, you've gone too far!"

Some demonic cultivators, unwilling to be humiliated, stepped forward in anger, only to be quickly pulled back by their companions who covered their mouths. Thinking of the unfortunate soul who had been annihilated, they all regained their senses.

Gritting their teeth in anger, the demonic cultivators picked up the beads and walked towards the stands with furious expressions.

"Holy crap, all set up!"

As Li Fuyao watched them approach, she cursed inwardly and broke out in a sweat.

As she silently calculated in her mind, she grimaced as she looked at her remaining three-quarters of her soul power bar:

"You bastard, are you coming for me?!"