Scum Of The Demonic Sect

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Public Salvation and Merit Collection

Upon hearing Lin Haoming's words, Miao Jing breathed a sigh of relief, then maliciously shouted again, "Senior Brother Qiao, you saw it, didn't you? This guy really does have connections with the monks of the Vajra Temple!"

"Shut up!" Qiao Chun, seeing him still muttering, really wanted to kill him.

That Lin fellow has a talisman treasure. If he really uses it on their side, and more people are lost, how will they have any chance to compete for that top-grade spirit stone? So no matter what, they must keep Lin Haoming calm.

Lin Haoming saw this too, so he wasn't in a hurry, nor would he easily be used as a pawn. Now, as the focus of everyone's attention, a feeling of excitement began to rise within him.

"Junior Brother Lin, tell me why?" Qiao Chun asked.

"Because the Vajra Temple monk that Senior Brother Wu mentioned almost killed him is actually injured. Fairy Hu of Tianjian Mountain, I wasn't wrong earlier, was I? Your move not only injured Fayuan, but also killed dozens of your own fellow disciples, almost killing me too. Truly impressive! I've been thinking of meeting you a third time, and then performing a ritual to help you pass on!" Lin Haoming stared at Hu Xiangzhen with a hostile expression.

Hu Xiangzhen, upon hearing this, directly retorted angrily, "Don't talk nonsense here! Didn't you kill all of my dozen or so disciples?"

Hearing Hu Xiangzhen say that Lin Haoming killed more than a dozen disciples of Tianjian Mountain, many people gasped in shock.

Lin Haoming smiled and said, "I admit it, but didn't you knock your fellow disciples unconscious yourself, which gave me the opportunity? Senior Brother Wu, don't you agree? As for the second time we met, Hu Xiangzhen, you dared to swear a blood oath against your own demons? You didn't kill your fellow disciples, not even twenty or thirty!"

Hearing Lin Haoming's words, the disciples of Tianjian Mountain looked at Hu Xiangzhen with suspicion.

As for Wu Hongfei, facing Qiao Chun's gaze, he nodded, indicating that Lin Haoming was right.

Hu Xiangzhen's face darkened. "Why should I risk swearing a blood oath because of your words? Who do you think you are?"

Lin Haoming simply smiled at her reply, ignoring her.

Lin Haoming ignored him, but Fayuan couldn't help but shout, "Alright, Benefactor Lin, stop talking! Is it something to be proud of to be injured?"

Fayuan admitted it himself. A glint flashed in Wu Hongfei's eyes; clearly, he also wanted to kill the little monk who had almost killed him.

"Master Fayuan and I only temporarily joined forces for some reasons. After all, it's very dangerous to be alone in this place. I think everyone understands that, right?" Lin Haoming asked.

"I believe Junior Brother Lin!" Qiao Chun was the first to speak up.

As the leader of the Blood Refining Sect, once he made his stance clear, the others naturally wouldn't object.

Although Wu Hongfei was also wary that Lin Haoming was still alive, since Qiao Chun had spoken, he couldn't do anything about it.

Lin Haoming wanted this outcome. After Qiao Chun agreed, he immediately said, "In reality, in a direct fight, countless people will die. Those who survive can probably be counted on one hand. We're not here to rush, but to find a chance to live. If people die, even if we dig up a lot of spirit stones, it's useless, just like the owner of the storage bags in this bundle—they all met the same fate!"

As he spoke, Lin Haoming tossed out the bundle containing his storage bags.

This bundle, also a magical artifact, opened instantly after Lin Haoming threw it out, revealing seventy or eighty storage bags in front of everyone.

Seeing so many storage bags in one person's hand, everyone gasped.

Each storage bag was essentially equivalent to a life. So many storage bags could only mean that many of those who came in had already died.

Although everyone knew from the start that coming here was extremely risky, the sheer number of storage bags and the sight of their fallen comrades lying motionless on the ground after their battle with the fire crocodiles still evoked a sense of awe.

Lin Haoming collected the storage bags, then resolutely walked to the corpses and began chanting a soul-soothing incantation.

Soon, white orbs of light appeared on the bodies of the dead, even the dead fire crocodiles. The orb of light from the level-two fire crocodile was noticeably larger than the others, seemingly indicating a more powerful soul.

Shortly afterward, as these souls entered the cycle of reincarnation, they instantly transformed into a vast amount of merit, converging towards Lin Haoming.

When the merit bead absorbed a certain amount of merit, Lin Haoming noticed a bright white orb appearing in the center of the bead where merit had gathered. The orb stabilized after its formation, while smaller orbs of merit revolved around it.

After all the merits were absorbed, a total of eighteen smaller merits remained, revolving around the sphere.

The sphere of light was naturally a complete larger merit. Lin Haoming himself couldn't believe that he had already obtained a larger merit in such a short time.

Faced with so much merit, Lin Haoming wasn't in a hurry to unseal the Merit Pearl; he still needed to deal with the current situation.

Just as he finished absorbing all the merits, Hu Xiangzhen suddenly sarcastically remarked, "Fellow Daoist Qiao, is this person really a disciple of your Demonic Sect? If I wasn't mistaken, that kid was performing a ritual for the dead, wasn't he? Your Blood Refining Sect is truly a model of the Demonic Sect, actually managing to cultivate a disciple like this!"

Faced with Hu Xiangzhen's mockery, Qiao Chun's eyelids twitched a few times. Looking at Lin Haoming, he was also annoyed that he was being so idle—performing a ritual for four people? Didn't he see that even the monks weren't doing that?

Upon seeing this, the monk Fakong chuckled and said, "This benefactor Lin is indeed compassionate. If the demonic sect cannot tolerate you in the future, the gates of my Vajra Temple will certainly open for you!"

Hearing this, Lin Haoming glanced at the seemingly honest monk and knew that Fakong was no good either. Saying such things at this moment was clearly putting him in a difficult position.

In fact, even when Lin Haoming decided to perform the rituals to help these people pass on, he hesitated, but he couldn't resist the temptation to act. After all, too many people had died here, and the merit he could gain was too great; giving up was simply too much to bear.

Facing their words, Lin Haoming's gaze swept across everyone's faces before he let out a long sigh and said, "As cultivators, none of us know when or where we will die. My performing rituals for them is also to put my own mind at ease. As for myself, I am certain I am a disciple of the Blood Refining Sect, and I have never harbored any thoughts of betraying my sect. Besides, who says that members of the Demonic Sect cannot perform rituals for others? Like you, Fairy Hu, as a so-called righteous disciple, you kill your own fellow disciples without hesitation!"

"Are you courting death?" Hu Xiangzhen, seeing Lin Haoming's repeated mockery, truly wished she could kill him.

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