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Chapter 227 The Conman 27

The Taoists, who had just been filled with resentment, instantly calmed down.

They were not worried about scarcity but about inequality. Now that they know that the way of Heaven is still fair, they have nothing more to say.

Some robust old Taoist priests who had previously cultivated diligently but only achieved meager cultivation levels, but whose cultivation levels had rapidly increased by fighting on the front lines of demon slaying every day, touched their hair.

No wonder their cultivation level has increased so quickly; this is what they deserve for doing good deeds and accumulating merit.

"Wu Jin!" The monsters that had just dealt with Wu Jin for a trivial matter now revealed their ferocious appearances and pounced on him.

He kept this secret to himself for decades, never uttering a single word.

Is this something a demon could do?

Do they really think they won't kill anyone now?

Before they could pounce, Wu Jin spoke first: "Saving one person earns one point of merit, killing one person deducts ten points of merit!"

As soon as the words fell, all the great demons froze, and space shattered instantly. Someone's tail swept Wu Jin into the void as well.

The area suddenly emptied out, but the Taoist priests had no time to care.

They exchanged and probed each other, their magical powers constantly circulating, trying to find traces of merit.

but……

not.

They have not mastered these ancient methods, so how can they find that elusive merit?

As Ling Yi watched their efforts, she recalled the magical fluctuations emanating from Wu Jin, and golden light gradually gathered in front of her.

The tiny, light-like glow startled everyone, who then surrounded her, asking, "Fellow Daoist, how do you manifest merit?"

This concerns cultivation level; how could we not let them pay attention?

Standing next to Ling Yi, Ling Yunzi was not paying attention and was pushed aside by these Taoists who were eager to cultivate. They muttered that the local Taoists were too impolite, while laughing so hard that their eyes disappeared.

Back when he was at the height of his fame, he was just a wild Taoist in the eyes of these Taoists. Now that these people are so respectful to his disciple, how could he not feel pleased?

Ling Yi was forced to become a little teacher, instructing the Taoists one by one on how to awkwardly examine their own merits.

When she arrived at the Bai family, she acted as if she knew nothing about the matter between Bai Chengye and Hua Dai, patiently demonstrating to Bai Chengye how to transform merit, almost as if she were teaching him step by step.

Her earnest demeanor made the elderly men and women around her, whom she had just been teaching, admire her even more.

Bai Chengye, who was being taught by her, felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife and burned by fire. He wished he could suddenly stab Ling Yi in the spleen and kill her on the spot.

"Has Master Bai learned it yet?" Ling Yi seemed oblivious to his resentment, displaying a rather unhelpful enthusiasm.

"Hehe, my son is dull-witted and shouldn't bother this young fellow Daoist again. Why don't I give it a try?" Bai Qihuai chuckled as he blocked his son, who was about to explode, behind him and greeted Ling Yi with a smile.

Although her son was slow-witted, he was still her own flesh and blood, and she couldn't bear to see him treated so badly.

“Of course.” Ling Yi looked at the smiling old man and saw no threat from him.

Since arriving in this world, her investigation into the Bai family has never stopped.

Unlike Bai Chengye, the young master of the Bai family who took it upon himself to capture ghosts and slay demons from a young age and whose sharpness was as keen as an arrow, Bai Qihuai was just like an ordinary old man, managing his Taoist temple and his family business. He also opened a Taoist training class to spread the Taoist teachings of the Bai family widely and had a good reputation in the cultivation world.

More like a company manager than the leader of a cultivation family, he almost constantly talked about how harmony brings wealth.

Ling Yi couldn't find anything unusual about this slippery, cunning person from the surface information.

but……

Suspicion doesn't require evidence; her sixth sense told her that the old man was suspicious, and he was suspicious.

With a slight smile, Ling Yi channeled her magic again, creating a small light bulb: "Mr. Bai, please."

It wouldn't hurt to take this opportunity to test this old guy.

Don't tell her that the Bai family father and son, from a powerful cultivation clan, are both hopeless idiots who can't even learn such a simple spell together.

She believed it, but the other family members present did not.

Bai Qihuai didn't want to arouse suspicion from others. In just a minute or two, he learned the method of circulating merit. He slightly circulated his magic power, but nothing appeared in his hand.

There was no golden light in his palm, but his body clearly radiated the aura of successfully circulating magical power.

Bai Qihuai showed no embarrassment at all, and with a smile, he said, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, fellow Daoists. Over the years, I've been focused on managing my family and have never taken the initiative to slay demons, which has been a burden to everyone."

After thinking about it, everyone realized that it really was true.

With the resurgence of spiritual energy, no one had heard of Bai Qihuai making a move. They assumed he simply didn't want to publicize it, but they never expected he really hadn't made a move...

Suddenly, everyone's gaze towards him changed.

Although everyone has their own little schemes, the saying that they can slay demons and monsters for themselves is not just empty talk.

Now that an oddball has emerged among their colleagues, how could they not be surprised?

Faced with the stares of others, Bai Qihuai smiled and put his hands into his Taoist robe, nodding to his left and right like an old farmer.

But his hands were slightly clenched inside his sleeves.

How could it be that he hasn't killed a single demon in all these years?

He killed at least eighty or a hundred disobedient demons, far more than these fools.

But why is there no merit?

Does Heaven not approve of his actions? Or is it because his actions have not been effective and he has not gained merit?

His palms clenched slightly, and his expression became even more amiable.

No matter what, there's no turning back now. He's been planning this for decades, and there's no way he'd give up!

Moreover, would he be spared just because he gave up on Wu Jin?

That tyrannical demon will only grind all those who plot against him to dust!

How can a dignified human being live under the oppression of demons and ghosts?

Ling Yi gave the smiling old man a meaningful look, becoming even more certain that the old man was no good, and then went to teach the next person.

After she finished teaching all three generations of people present, a man with slightly bruised eyes finally emerged from that space.

Even though he was injured and disfigured, this guy was still full of pride, as if he had won a great victory.