Filthy Cultivation: I Pierced the Heavens with the Merit System

After he finished laughing, he saw those cultivators who had recovered their human form from the mutation, their souls were so damaged that they were missing arms and legs, yet they still did not give up on saving people, and he couldn't help but sneer again.

Nightmare raised his chin slightly and clapped his hands, his words full of contempt:

“Soul injuries are not so easy to heal. Even if you survive this, you will definitely be mentally exhausted and your cultivation level will drop. You'll be useless anyway, so why struggle here?”

Seeing that everyone was glaring at him with resentment, Yan snorted and raised his hand to command the cultivators who had not yet regained their senses to surround Li Fuyao and the others.

As they continued singing in unison, the mutated cultivators slowly approached Li Fuyao and the others, their deformed and terrifying bodies writhing.

The strange tone combined with the strong visual impact created an undeniably powerful sense of oppression.

Because the Yanjian Sect has an age limit for accepting disciples, the cultivators who are confused in the Divine Illusion Realm are at most twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Not to mention that those who have reached the second level are basically young masters and ladies with good talent who have grown up smoothly in their families since childhood.

Some of them had never even seen filth before, so how could they possibly cope with such a scene?

The younger children were so frightened that their legs trembled and they burst into tears.

Once one cultivator was driven to despair and collapse, another followed. Several older teenagers tried to comfort them, but to no avail. They could only watch helplessly as the encirclement shrank smaller and smaller amidst the rising and falling cries, until soon all the conscious cultivators had nowhere left to retreat.

The proximity makes pollution inevitable.

Even with some resistance, the outermost cultivators quickly discovered that they were showing signs of infection and mutation again under the eerie glow of the filthy demon core.

Exclamations rang out, and everyone panicked.

The outer layer desperately tried to squeeze in, but the cultivators inside weren't stupid either, and they also pushed and shoved to resist.

The scene descended into uncontrollable chaos amidst the Nightmare's laughter.

The shouts, curses, and cries filled the air.

As the cultivators lost control of their emotions, the speed at which the gate-shaped altar opened returned to normal. The speed made Li Fuyao's heart tighten. She subconsciously wanted to test the waters with an attack, but because her soul power was too depleted and her soul body was unstable, she was caught up in the panicked crowd and unable to break free.

"Hahahaha, look, look! This is what they call a righteous person!"

"In the face of death, your unity is utterly vulnerable, your kindness is incredibly fragile. What talk of righteousness and nobility? Aren't you now just like those vile beasts, filled with ugly desires?"

Nightmare, with his back to the tainted demon core, spread his arms wide and laughed wildly. His mocking gaze pierced through the holes in his mask and shot straight at Li Fuyao, whose face was dark as he used force to maintain order:

"Does this bunch of filthy, hypocritical, and inherently stupid fools deserve your painstaking efforts and risks?"

"Little girl, don't be bound by hypocritical things like morality and feelings."

Nightmare stared intently into Li Fuyao's eyes, his tone elusive and seductive:

"Your spirit is special, and your mind is sharp. If you can join my clan, you will surely grow into a great general in the future."

“I really like you, little mouse. If you are willing to release your desires and pursue true power and freedom with me, then I will pray for you before the Lord of the Unholy and grant you unprecedented power. What do you say?”

"Fuyao! Don't listen to him!"

Bai Suifeng had grown larger at some point, and was now standing on its hind paws, squeezed into the crowd, peeking out its wolf head from a distance and howling desperately at Li Fuyao.

Seeing Li Fuyao turn to look, he quickly shouted a reminder into his soul seed:

"Don't believe him! This guy is a vile demon, a high-level vile beast!"

"The evil spirits are cunning, cruel, and extremely treacherous. You can't believe a single word they say! You must stay true to yourself and never be deceived by them!"

While Li Fuyao was trying to maintain order, she listened to the message from the Discipline Elder in her sea of ​​consciousness. After hearing this, she gave Bai Suifeng a reassuring look, then smiled and looked at the confident Nightmare on the altar, spreading her hands in compromise:

"Hmm, you're right. I really look down on these lowly creatures. They're noisy, crying, and a real drag on the team."

“If there is truly another way to survive, I will definitely not associate with them.”

Upon hearing this, the noisy crowd fell silent for a moment.

Ignoring the disbelieving, jealous, and contemptuous gazes around her, Li Fuyao calmly pushed through the crowd to the outer edge. Her expression showed interest, yet her eyes held hesitation. She turned to the masked man on the stage and asked in a deep voice:

"While it's true that those who know when to yield are wise, how do I know if what you're saying is true?"

"If I agree to your request, and you just want to play with me, wouldn't that make me look incredibly stupid?"

Upon hearing this, Yan chuckled, already calculating in his mind, and his heart stirred even more as he gazed at the radiant, clear spiritual light emanating from Li Fuyao:

Her spiritual light was so refined and pure that it would be a great waste to sacrifice her to the Gate of the Filth. If he could trick her into willingly offering her soul to him, his strength would surely improve greatly.

This little thing is quite cunning despite its young age!

To devour such a delicious little thing, one would probably need to offer a generous amount of bait.

He glanced at the Gate of the Filthy Abyss behind him, where he could already see the dark shadows, and felt a sense of certainty in his heart. Nightmare, behind his mask, greedily licked his lips, thinking, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub," and with a quick glint in his eye, he asked:

"You don't believe me, and you want to test whether what I say is true or false?"

Seeing that Yan's attention had shifted to her, Li Fuyao, though tense, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She showed no sign of panic; instead, she looked at Yan with disdain, as if he were a fool, and asked him matter-of-factly:

"Otherwise what? Who knows if you'll just kill me?"

"Pfft!"

Nightmare chuckled as if he'd heard the funniest joke. Seeing Li Fuyao's face flush and her glaring at him, he stopped his arrogant laughter, his voice confidently emanating from the holes in his mask:

"Now that things have come to this, I'm not afraid to tell you. The reason I went to such great lengths to corrupt you is because, like our Filthy Clan, the Gate of the Filthy Abyss can only absorb corrupted souls. Judging from your will, you don't need to worry so much."

"Besides, if I really wanted to take action against you, why would I need to go through all this trouble?"

The cultivators behind him were in an uproar upon hearing this, but this time the crying subsided considerably.

Li Fuyao ignored what was happening behind her, only wrinkling her nose warily. She then listened silently to the instructions given by the elders in her mind's eye, while simultaneously pursing her lips to buy more time.

"I still don't believe you, unless you prove it to me!"

"Okay, tell me, what do you want to see?"

"Nightmare asked with a playful tone."