Chapter 1473: This Is a Robbery!
Feng Mo, being a top-tier expert, surprisingly possessed four hundred and thirty-six drops of Rakshasa Marquis blood and five hundred and seventy strands of Rakshasa Marquis remnant souls.
With his strength alone, it was clearly impossible for him to have killed so many Rakshasa Marquises. Most of them must have been seized from other participants.
Zhang Ruochen took out the Merit Record Wall and exchanged all the Rakshasa blood and remnant souls for merit points.
"Directly adding two hundred and fifty-four thousand merit points. Not bad, very good. Indeed, robbing top-tier experts is the fastest way to accumulate merit points." Zhang Ruochen nodded with satisfaction.
After the last ten days of frenzied killing and plundering, the Guanghan Realm's merit points had exceeded eighty million. On the ranking list, they were not far from the second-place Eight Divisions Realm.
Zhang Ruochen's personal merit points had reached fifty-two million, placing him eleventh on the Saint Merit Ranking.
Not far away, Feng Mo wore a mournful expression, his heart bleeding.
He had spent two months risking his life to gather such a large batch of Rakshasa blood and remnant souls, only to have Zhang Ruochen rob him clean in one go. The frustration was indescribable.
If Feng Mo's mental fortitude weren't strong enough, he might have truly gone mad.
However, when Feng Mo's gaze fell on the Merit Record Wall, his eyes lit up, and he began scheming.
Han Qiu and A Le had also collected a large amount of Rakshasa blood and remnant souls, but Zhang Ruochen let them exchange them at the base of the Merit Record Wall themselves, so those merit points would belong to the Kunlun Realm.
At the core of his heart, Zhang Ruochen didn't want the Kunlun Realm to end up at the bottom.
Feng Mo seemed to make a great decision. He stood up abruptly, spat a mouthful of saliva onto the ground, creating a large pit, and then said, "Zhang Ruochen, are you really only going to rob me once?"
"I said once, and it's once. I still have that much credibility." Zhang Ruochen said.
Feng Mo said, "Good. How about we go rob others together?"
Zhang Ruochen showed a somewhat surprised expression. "What do you mean?"
Feng Mo said, "Rob other saints and seize their merit points. There are still twenty days left in the Saint Merit War. I can help you fight, dealing with those saints who want to surround and kill you. In exchange, the Rakshasa blood and remnant souls I seize belong to me, and you let me exchange them for merit points at the base of the Merit Record Wall."
Zhang Ruochen said, "The Eight Divisions Realm's strength among the Seven Sha Tuo Realms is second only to the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm. You shouldn't be so desperate for merit points, should you?"
Feng Mo said, "But I need merit points. Since the war with the Hell Realm began, I've accumulated five hundred and twenty thousand merit points. If my merit points exceed one million, I can enter the Heavenly Court's Saint Merit Ranking. The Saint Merit War is the fastest place to gather merit points. No matter what, I have to seize this opportunity and give it my all."
Zhang Ruochen nodded in sudden understanding. So that was it.
No matter which major world it was, once a talented prodigy entered the Heavenly Court's Saint Merit Ranking, they would be rewarded with a large number of treasures and cultivation resources. Moreover, from then on, that person's status in their home world would be completely different. They would become an idol for countless cultivators and be worshipped by all living beings. Even in the Heavenly Court, they could receive certain rewards and an extraordinary status.
Especially for lower-ranked major worlds, they placed even more importance on geniuses who could enter the Saint Merit Ranking.
Clearly, Feng Mo also wanted to make a push for the Saint Merit Ranking.
"Alright, I'll allow you to join."
Zhang Ruochen shot a glance at A Le.
A Le understood Zhang Ruochen's intention—he was to keep an eye on Feng Mo.
So, A Le stepped forward a few paces and appeared beside Feng Mo, staying close to him. If Feng Mo dared to have any ulterior motives, A Le would not hesitate to kill him.
Feng Mo carefully observed A Le, finding it impossible to discern his cultivation level. He looked like an ordinary rural youth who hadn't practiced martial arts.
But this ordinary rural youth gave him a very dangerous feeling.
It was the aura of death.
Then, Feng Mo's gaze fell on Han Qiu, and he still couldn't see through her, not even her appearance clearly.
"Two experts from the Kunlun Realm actually take orders from the Guanghan Realm's Divine Envoy. How strange... Huh, that is..."
Feng Mo's eyes narrowed as he looked toward Zhang Ruochen's position.
He saw an extremely seductive young beauty appear before Zhang Ruochen. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair as if washed in lard, straight eyebrows, lively eyes, long lashes, a delicate nose, and crystal-clear red lips. She was flawless, and combined with her enchanting temperament, even Feng Mo, who had reached the Half-Saint King realm, felt his desires burning.
Seductive, demonic, with a hot figure—whether it was her long, slender legs or her perky chest and hips, everything attracted a man's gaze. She was truly a vixen who could captivate all beings.
However, this vixen bowed to Zhang Ruochen and addressed him as "Master."
"Zhang Ruochen is quite lucky with women. It's enviable!"
Feng Mo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling his blood boil and his internal organs burn. Yet Zhang Ruochen, standing before this vixen, remained as calm as a stone statue.
"Worse than a beast."
Feng Mo cursed inwardly, then quickly circulated his technique to suppress his agitated emotions, afraid that the vixen would tempt him into losing control and pouncing on her, which would be too embarrassing.
Shi Shenghua had fused with her physical body, and her cultivation had surged to the Half-Saint King level.
Perhaps because she had fused with the saint soul of Demon Ran Princess, Shi Shenghua's appearance was very similar to hers, and even her temperament was quite close.
Shi Shenghua exuded a mysterious, exotic fragrance. Any living being, including women, who smelled that scent would be irresistibly drawn to her.
But once they got close, they would be devoured in an instant.
Zhang Ruochen exchanged a few words with Shi Shenghua, then looked at Han Qiu and asked, "Have you contacted Princess Bai Li?"
Han Qiu said, "I left a special mark of the Ming Sect in the dense forest. If she sees it, she will naturally follow the mark to find us."
"Alright, then we'll wait for her a few more days." Zhang Ruochen said.
Among the saint-level experts of the Ming Sect, Han Qiu, A Le, and Princess Bai Li were the strongest, with the Demon Ape and the Swallowing Elephant Rabbit only in the second tier.
Zhang Ruochen planned to gather them all before heading to the Phoenix Nest. That way, even if they encountered the group of Rakshasa Marquis experts led by Ling Quan Shaojun, they could repel or even annihilate them.
Feng Mo said, "With such a powerful lineup, we could go rob the realm sons of the Purple Mansion Realm and the Blade Prison Realm. They must have collected a lot of Rakshasa blood and remnant souls."
"Do you know where they are?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Feng Mo said, "Not long ago, I robbed a True Saint from the Purple Mansion Realm and forced some information out of him. It's said that Fang Yi and Dongliu Sword Venerable are on one of the innermost thirty-three sacred mountains, the Black Gold Sacred Mountain. They seem to have discovered some incredible treasure."
Zhang Ruochen had been observing Feng Mo's eyes the whole time and could tell he wasn't lying. So, he nodded and said, "In that case, let's go meet the saint-level experts of the Purple Mansion Realm and the Blade Prison Realm."
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The Black Gold Sacred Mountain was one of the sacred mountains closest to the Phoenix Nest. Its former master was the Black Gold Ancestor, the strongest subordinate of the Ice Fire Phoenix.
The Black Gold Ancestor's cultivation was extremely powerful. Many cultivators speculated that he had already reached the Great Saint realm.
The Black Gold Sacred Mountain was indeed extraordinary. Thick streams of sacred qi condensed into mist bridges that enveloped the mountain. On the southern side of the mountain, a crimson sacred spring fell from the sky like a waterfall, cascading down the mountain.
On both sides of the sacred spring, a large number of sacred medicines and sacred trees grew, all of which had been picked clean by the saints of the Purple Mansion Realm and the Blade Prison Realm. Some saints had even found sacred stone mines and sacred jade mines in the Black Gold Sacred Mountain.
At the base of the sacred spring waterfall, a large group of saints from the Purple Mansion Realm and the Blade Prison Realm had gathered. They were using various containers to frantically collect the sacred spring.
They had discovered that the sacred spring was immensely helpful for cultivation, very much like diluted Condensed True Sacred Dew.
One drop of sacred spring was equivalent to ten-thousandth of a drop of Condensed True Sacred Dew.
The key point was that the sacred spring was abundant, continuously flowing from within the mountain like a waterfall. Naturally, this drove the saints of the two worlds into a frenzy.
"The Black Gold Ancestor must have reached the Great Saint realm. Only the dwelling of a Great Saint, where sacred qi gathers, could produce such a vast amount of cultivation resources." An old woman with six spider legs growing from her back said excitedly.
Not far from the sacred spring waterfall, a Daoist alchemy master from the Purple Mansion Realm opened a ten-zhang-tall alchemy furnace, from which a rich medicinal fragrance wafted.
That alchemy master widened his eyes and said excitedly, "It's been refined! It really has been refined! Using the sacred spring, we can refine Condensed True Sacred Dew. This is insane! If we collect all the sacred spring, we can refine hundreds of thousands of drops of Condensed True Sacred Dew, or even millions."
For ten thousand drops of Condensed True Sacred Dew, even Supreme Saint-level figures would fight tooth and nail.
A million drops of Condensed True Sacred Dew was a considerable cultivation resource even for a major world.
Feng Mo descended from the sky, landed beside the alchemy furnace, looked inside, and said, "Really? That crazy?"
"Yes! If we refine all the sacred spring into Condensed True Sacred Dew, such immense wealth would make even a Great Saint envious. We must report this to the realm son immediately." The alchemy master said excitedly.
"Report to the realm son? This furnace of Condensed True Sacred Dew belongs to me now!"
Feng Mo laughed loudly, then waved his sleeve, sending out a stream of black sacred qi that swept up the alchemy furnace and pulled it into his space ring.
That space ring was a gift from Zhang Ruochen, with an internal space thousands of times larger than his previous storage pouch.
The alchemy master trembled with anger. This was the first time he had encountered such a "rude" saint. He didn't even know him, and on their first meeting, the guy took his alchemy furnace.
"Who the hell are you? Why should I give you this furnace of Condensed True Sacred Dew? This is clearly robbery!"
"That's right, it's robbery."
Feng Mo grinned, looking very pleased with himself.
Earlier, after being robbed by Zhang Ruochen, Feng Mo had been very depressed. Now that he had robbed someone else, his mood instantly became cheerful, and his thoughts cleared.
Feng Mo stood on a tall black rock beside the sacred spring and shouted at the saints below who were busily collecting the spring, "Didn't you hear me? This is a robbery!"