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    IsteppedinfrontoftheViridCorpse.Itnoticedmetoo,butbeforeitcouldreact,IunleashedthefirstmoveoftheSorSparrowBattleTeique—itsheadinstantlyseparatedfromitsbody.Tooeasy.

    ShouldIsaythisspeciesissimplytooweak,orthattheSorSparrowTeiqueisjusttoopowerful?

    Afterward,IwenttotakecareoftheremainingPaleCorpses.Onehourter,Ihadelimiotalof221PaleCorpses,plustheearlierViridCorpse.Lookingaround,partoftheforesthadbeenburnedduringbattle—butthankfully,Iputthefireoutintime.AnylongerandImight’vebeenbrandedanarsonist.

    Bathetrainingchamber,Meng’ergreetedmewithpraisethemomeurned.

    "Impressiveasalways,youngmaster!Butifyouiokeepfightingzombiesandghost-typebeings—embodimentsofreseandmalice—IsuggestyoubegintraininginBuddhistarts."

    “VajraFist,DharmaBde,MudraofThunderousAwakening—chooseone.”

    Shecasuallypulledoutthreecultivationmanualsfromthinair.

    Thefirsttwowereeasytouand.“What’stheMudraofThunderousAwakening?”Iasked.

    “It’saBuddhist‘divineseal’art,”sheexpined.“Youstrikeenemiesusingsymbolicmudras.Andbytheway,onceyouaccumuteenoughtributionPoints,youlearnevenmoreadvaeiques.”

    InoddedandchosetheVajraFist.

    Meng’erlookedatmestrangely,likeshecouldn’tuandwhyIwouldpickthatone.

    “What’swrong?”Iasked.Sheshookherhead.

    “Nothing.Irespectyourchoice,”shereplied,handihemanual.

    ThereasonIchoseVajraFistwassimple—Ipreferusingmybarehands.So,on-basedteiquesliketheDharmaBdeorMudraweren’tmystyle.

    Ipouredqiintothemanual.Siivationteiquesaresealedfrommortals,theylybeunlockedthroughqiorotheruhodsofcultivators.Upoingmyqi,theteiqueimmediatelytransmitteditselfintomymind.

    VajraFist—justasthenameimplied,afistteique.Theterm“Vajra”signifiedhardnessandiructibility.Itwasafierce,force-basedart,idealforcultivatorsbelowtheSoulstage.AfoundationalBuddhistteiquewithiivationworld.

    Iperformedthefullsetofmovements.Eachstirredupfierds—theairitselftrembleduheforce.

    Meng’er’seyeswidened.

    “Incredible,youngmaster!Youreallydohaveagiftformartiarts!”

    Icouldn’thelpbutsmile.Althoughitwasthankstotheialentgrantedbymymaster,itstillmademegenuinelyhappy.

    Mehenasked,“Doyouwishtobeeritcultivator?”

    “Ameritcultivator?Youmean...thePowerofMeritbeusedinbattoo?”

    “Ofcourse.Meritpowerhasendlessuses—itbeoffensive,defensive,andevenhelpyouovereinributions.”

    Hearingthatgotmeexcited.TheHeartDemonTribution—justthreesimplewords,yetthey’vebroughtruintotlesscultivators.Ifmeritcouldhelpoverethat,howcouldIresist?

    “Teachme!Please!”

    ShesmiledfaintlyaeagmehoowerofMerit.Withmyenhanitude,Ilearquickly.

    Themethodwassimple:thePowerofMerit,likeqi,residesiian.Bycirgqianddrawingupoatthesametime,itbeusedforvariouseffects.Itestedbothoffenseanddefeworkedbeautifully
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