than half an hour, a ray of light flashed in the old cultivator's hand, and he handed a storage bag to Lu Ye: "Here you go."Lu Ye took it without examining it, then took out the small bell-shaped art...Moments later, Lu Ye gathered his spoils and left, leaving behind two incomplete corpses.

Cultivators at the fourth level of the Lingxi realm couldn't withstand three strikes under Lu Ye's hands, let alone those at the third level. With Lu Ye seizing the initiative, their demise was already predetermined.

This time, Lu Ye paid special attention. Every time he killed someone, his merit points increased by three. Two people meant six points. Now his merit points had reached sixty-two!

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As night fell, within a mountain path, Lu Ye sheltered himself to make repairs. Yi Yi and the big tiger remained as they always did, keeping watch at both ends, lest anyone intrude without them knowing.s and prepared some poison-repelling artifacts, many still couldn't hold on by this point.Whether Lu Ye lived or died after this, they didn't know. They were definitely going to die.To their surprise,...