Filthy Cultivation: I Pierced the Heavens with the Merit System

"He certainly knows how to enjoy himself. All he has to do is prepare some materials and set up some weird magic arrays, but he leaves all the dirty and hard work to me!"

One of the demonic cultivators, while disgustedly wiping the sticky substance off his hands, glanced sideways at the masked man in black and complained indignantly:

"Tch, what's so great about it? All you know is how to control this illusion."

Perhaps because they harbored resentment and anger, these demonic cultivators used extremely crude methods to feed the filthy pearls.

They had no patience whatsoever, treating the cultivators like chickens and ducks that were ready for market in a month and a half. They pried open the mouth-like organs on the cultivators' bodies one by one and hastily stuffed a gray bead into their hands.

Regardless of whether the bead was fed to the right place or not, as soon as it left their hands, the demonic cultivators deliberately slammed the mouth-shaped organ in front of them shut, as if closing a trash can lid.

Many demonic cultivators shared this idea, and so they imitated each other, making a series of retaliatory venting actions. This caused some discordant waves in the otherwise uniform singing in the arena, until the masked man killed two more demonic cultivators before the entire arena returned to its original eerie harmony.

Li Fuyao couldn't afford to gloat over the frustrated demonic cultivators, because they were quite fast and had already gotten close to her in no time.

"If this continues, it won't be long before it's my turn to be fed, the imposter."

Li Fuyao gave a bitter laugh to herself, but instead of feeling much fear, she felt a faint sense of excitement that she didn't know where it came from.

She quickly scanned her surroundings, trying to find a possible escape route, but all she could see were ugly and bizarre puppets, which annoyed Li Fuyao.

The crimson patterns on the square, urged on by the masked man, continued to spread, shrouding the entire square in an ominous atmosphere. Li Fuyao, who was being squeezed out, had to be extra careful with her eyes, lest she accidentally look at the crimson patterns for too long and become a stupid donkey who would reveal her identity in the encirclement.

"I feel uneasy just staring at this formation, let alone trying to destroy it. I'd probably have to rely on those elders from the Yanjian Sect to break it."

"But that old bastard just turned around and disappeared. He really risked so many lives on a little kid like me. He's got guts!"

Li Fuyao secretly pondered to herself, feeling that her resentment was heavier than that of a ghost:

"We have to keep the little guy alive until the end, and we also have to find a way to buy time while waiting for the cultivators of the Yanjian Sect to regain control of the Wangxin Stone. This is really troublesome!"

"We haven't even seen a glimpse of the tainted demon core yet, and we already have to rack our brains to find a way to survive. Why is it so hard to lie down and have some peace and quiet for a while!"

Despite her complaints, Li Fuyao still wanted to keep her own life.

Based on the information gleaned from lip reading, this operation is of great importance to both the demonic cultivators and the corrupted, so they certainly won't allow any unforeseen changes to occur in such an important place.

If you want to avoid being discovered, you need to make some noise to attract the attention of those demonic cultivators.

Only by diverting their attention to other things can these demonic cultivators lose their will to continue feeding them, thus preventing their identities from being exposed so soon.

Thinking of this, Li Fuyao's mind raced, and she instantly came up with an idea.

As the demonic cultivator's examination drew closer, she stopped dawdling.

Hidden beneath the tangled long hair, Li Fuyao silently made a hand seal. The next instant, she saw a demonic cultivator diagonally opposite her suddenly acting as if he had taken an aphrodisiac, licking his lips and chuckling strangely, while unzipping his pants and lunging at a deformed cultivator with his legs spread apart.

The cultivator's body melted into a large, lumpy mass like a candle, and he was singing with his eyes askew like a flounder, completely oblivious to the possibility of dodging, when the demonic cultivator, driven by his bestial nature, pounced on him.

A melting candle is soft, and so is this mutated monk.

Moreover, it is not only soft, but also very elastic.

The demonic cultivator was like a puppy thrown into five or six space blankets, instantly enveloped and submerged by soft, flowing lumps of fat.

He first sank headfirst into the hole, and then in less than a breath, he rolled out of the hole covered in red and yellow, foul-smelling pus, landing hard on his buttocks.

The fall was so solid that it jolted him out of his reverie of being surrounded by beautiful women, even clearing his lustful eyes.

He was better off not waking up at all, because a few drops of pus accidentally got into his mouth. The salty, foul smell shot straight to the top of his head from his mouth and nose, making him so nauseous that he vomited violently on the spot, cursing and waving his arms and legs like a laser rain.

This comical stunt nearly made Li Fuyao lose her composure, and it also attracted the attention of the other demonic cultivators.

"Xu Laosan, what's wrong with you?"

A demonic cultivator who seemed to have a good relationship with him suppressed a laugh and asked:

"Although you cultivate the Yin-Yang replenishment method, this pus-filled flesh mountain is so dense that you can't even tell if it's male or female. You're just throwing yourself at it like that. Isn't that a bit too indiscriminate?"

"Bullshit!"

Xu Laosan scrambled to shake off the filth from his body, and upon hearing this, he was so ashamed and angry that he was practically fuming. His face flushed red as he roared:

"Are all your brains just for show? Can't you see I've been tricked?!"

"Stop making sarcastic remarks!"

Because demonic cultivators use cruel and brutal methods of cultivation, they are almost all hot-tempered due to their habits.

Upon hearing his outburst, several demonic cultivators immediately dropped what they were doing, their expressions changed, and they launched into a tirade of insults at him.

Use the dirtiest and most vulgar language possible, pick the most offensive and insulting phrases.

But Xu Laosan was no pushover when it came to verbal skills. He immediately stopped what he was doing and retorted without fear. Zu An's spittle flew everywhere. If he wasn't afraid of affecting the sure thing, he probably would have drawn his sword and fought with his accomplices on the spot.

With such imposing presence, their combat strength was naturally formidable. Seeing that they couldn't win the argument, the other demonic cultivators swallowed their anger and kept quiet.

Seeing the sudden change in the expressions of his companions, Xu Laosan felt a slight relief from his anger, but he still felt suffocated and uncomfortable. Just as he was about to vent his frustration, he heard the masked demon suddenly speak coldly:

"Alright, instead of arguing like this, you should go find that restless little mouse. If you can't find it and it manages to ruin your plans, you'll only have time to argue in the underworld."

"Oh no!"

He suddenly looked up from the blood-red patterns on the ground, his gaze slowly sweeping over the deformed cultivators near Xu Laosan before returning to Xu Laosan with a seemingly affectionate expression, a forced smile on his face.

"Excuse me, I just remembered that if you die in this illusion, you probably won't even be able to go to the underworld. You will only become the steps for the first-level filth master to descend."