Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 573-583: The door is about to open!
Openly selling usurious loans in the exchange space, is that even allowed?

The Wealth-Welcoming Rat's behavior left Zhong Kui momentarily speechless. Could meritorious service really be used like this?

As he thought this to himself, a strange expression appeared on his face as he looked at the Wealth-Welcoming Rat.

Li Ping'an stood to the side with his arms crossed, looking the Wealth-Bringing Rat up and down, but didn't say anything.

Although it was a loan sharking scheme, Zhong Kui seemed extremely envious of the Yang Blade path associated with the birth chart's inauspicious stars.

Judging by the time, it's about time for Zhong Kui to embark on his cultivation journey.

Thinking of this, Li Ping'an waved to Zhong Kui, and after they whispered a few words to each other, Zhong Kui nodded to the Wealth-Welcoming Rat.

"Alright, I'll borrow two thousand merit points from you, and I'll definitely pay you back later."

The Wealth-Welcoming Rat smiled broadly and waved politely at Zhong Kui, saying, "No rush, no rush, you can return it anytime."

The longer the term, the higher the interest rate; it's not like you can pay it back for as long as you want.

He judged Zhong Kui's character well and believed he wouldn't stoop to refusing to repay a debt of merit.

Without hesitation, the Wealth-Welcoming Rat immediately transferred its merits from its own number plate to Zhong Kui's number plate, and gave instructions.

"Don't tell anyone, this is forbidden in the Beiming Army. I only did it because I think we are destined to meet."

Zhong Kui was too lazy to believe the nonsense about the Wealth-Welcoming Rat. After his merits were earned, he immediately changed the Yang Blade path.

In fact, the Beiming Army did prohibit soldiers from trading their merits.

The reason why the merit trading function is still retained is that if some soldiers die on the battlefield, the merit points obtained by the other party will be taken away.

If someone has a family, a designated person will visit them to hand over the merit points to their family members, or have them transferred by a familiar comrade-in-arms. Therefore, the authority to trade merit points is not completely locked.

The behavior of the "welcoming wealth rat" is indeed walking a tightrope on the edge of military regulations.

As six thousand merit points rapidly disappeared from the number plate, Zhong Kui noticed that the door to the Lingxiao Pavilion in front of him had opened, and the inside was filled with an incomparably dazzling light, drawing him inside.

The lucky rat behind him kindly reminded him: "Remember, only take what you exchanged; you can look at the rest, but don't touch it."

Zhong Kui nodded upon hearing this and stepped into the Lingxiao Pavilion.

The space inside Lingxiao Pavilion was larger than Zhong Kui had imagined. It was like a folded maze, with several glowing vines hanging from the dome, illuminating the surrounding environment as if it were daytime.

The ground beneath his feet was like a transparent glass paving, with talisman fish faintly visible swimming below. When Zhong Kui's feet touched the ground, ripples spread out, and the talisman fish would swarm around, forming flowing patterns of light under his feet.

Zhong Kui gripped the number plate tightly and walked forward following the arrows floating in the air.

He glanced around from time to time, looking at the clusters of glowing objects beside him, a slight flutter in his heart.

"These must all be treasures from the Lingxiao Pavilion!"

"As expected, none of the items in the intermediate exchange area are ordinary."

Zhong Kui muttered to himself, his gaze quickly sweeping over the arrows, not daring to linger for too long, and followed them to the place where the arrows were stored.

Upon arriving at the passageway, these passageways emanate various kinds of mist. Some resemble a ball of flame floating in the air, while others seem to be hidden in dark clouds emitting muffled thunder, and still others resemble flesh and blood organs slowly writhing.

The Birth Star Deity - Yang Blade is shaped like a sharp knife formed entirely from gray mist. Its blade is sharp, the back of the blade is covered with sharp barbs, and even the hilt is wrapped with dangerous thorns.

"This... is the Yang Blade!"

Zhong Kui's gaze fell directly on Yang Ren, and he felt an irresistible urge to grab him in his hand.

"Birth date determines destiny, but fortune and misfortune are unpredictable!"

Zhong Kui silently recited the interpretation of the Yang Blade Destiny, then stretched out his hand and grasped the Yang Blade Destiny in his palm.

The moment the Yang Blade came into his grasp, Zhong Kui felt a fierce and malevolent force rush into his body and hurtle straight toward the gate of the mansion.

If the gates of his mansion were to be broken open so directly, his entire foundation would be destroyed.

"We can't let it in!"

Zhong Kui mobilized all his strength to try to stop it, but the power of the Yang Blade was too fierce, far beyond what his current Open Mansion Realm strength could withstand.

His meridians were impacted by the power of the Yang Blade, causing him intense pain. The impact on the gate of the mansion made him cough up blood.

But at that moment, Zhong Kui seemed to see the figure he admired again. The other person stood in front of him and just snorted coldly. Yang Blade immediately quieted down and obediently submitted to his body.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Zhong Kui suddenly came to his senses and found himself standing in front of the Yang Blade. The Yang Blade was still floating quietly, as if nothing had happened.

No, it's not that nothing happened.

Zhong Kui lowered his head and looked at his arm, only to see that a gray mark had appeared on his once fair arm.

The marks look like they were burned on; upon closer inspection, one can detect a malevolent power lurking beneath the skin.

"Is this a success?"

"Next, I just need to slowly comprehend the Yang Blade technique and then transform it into my own," Zhong Kui thought to himself.

After obtaining the Yang Blade, he did not linger in Lingxiao Pavilion and walked out directly.

Wealth-welcoming rat and Li Ping'an were waiting for him outside. After he entered, the two seemed to talk about something, and their expressions were somewhat strange.

The Wealth-Welcoming Rat forced a smile: "Shall we check out the advanced exchange area next?"

Zhong Kui's eyes lit up: "Can you take me there?"

The Wealth-Bringing Rat shook its head: "No, even I am not qualified to enter the advanced exchange area. You need 15,000 merit points to be eligible to exchange for treasures there."

"Most of the things inside are divinely created organs or advanced magical pathways. Even if you go in, you'll only get a glimpse of them."

Zhong Kui rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "Then why did you ask me if I wanted to check out the premium exchange area..."

While listening to the Wealth-Welcoming Rat's incessant explanation of the exchange space, the group headed back the way they came.

Just as they were about to leave Lingxiao Island, Zhong Kui suddenly saw a figure in the air being guided to the advanced exchange area by a beam of light. He was immediately stunned and exclaimed in surprise.

"Who is that?"

The Wealth-Welcoming Rat glanced at the person flying by and said indifferently, "Wu Huo, the Blood-Clad General of the Northern Underworld Army, has killed quite a few enemies in this battle. Including the merits he has accumulated before, he probably has tens of thousands."

"Tens of thousands of merit points!" Zhong Kui swallowed hard, his heart churning wildly. "So many merit points, I bet they can be exchanged for some really good stuff!"

The Wealth-Welcoming Rat also revealed a hint of envy: "At least one divinely created organ is guaranteed. I just wonder when General Wu plans to break through to the Human Immortal Realm. I heard him say before that he also wants to refine his own divinely created organ, just like the Master."

"How difficult that is! After all, not everyone is as talented as you, sir."

Just then, several beams of light shot directly towards the entrance of the exchange space, guiding the people there to the advanced exchange area.

The Wealth-Welcoming Rat kept introducing the group below. "That's General Xing Liang, and his men are all a bunch of reckless madmen."

"That is General Zhang He, a skilled commander who once led several thousand Northern Underworld soldiers to defeat the mortal gods of the evil army."

"And that zombie who looks ferocious is actually very gentle. His name is Xi Xuan. He has an army of zombies under his command. He once fought the evil spirit soldier Xian single-handedly without being at a disadvantage. He grew stronger with each battle. Oh, and he also has a beautiful ghost wife and child."

……

Since entering the exchange space to manage some affairs, the Wealth-Bringing Rat has become quite familiar with the generals in the Northern Underworld Army.

After all, merit is related to everyone in the Beiming Army, and he happens to be in this position, so the two sides have to contact each other frequently.

Zhong Kui asked in confusion, "After they were taken away by the beam of light, were there other people like you there to receive them?"

The Wealth-Welcoming Rat chuckled upon hearing this: "There are no greeters over there, only worldly gods!"

A single sentence stirred up a storm within Zhong Kui.

Although he had a vague idea, he was still shocked when it was actually placed in front of him.

He discovered that the overall strength of the Northern Underworld Army seemed to be even greater than that of the Underworld.

Led by the Wealth-Bringing Rat, Zhong Kui left the exchange space.

When he came out, there was still a queue outside. Large groups of Beiming soldiers looked at the people who came out with excitement. Although they were curious about what good things Zhong Kui had exchanged, they did not dare to go up and ask.

With satisfaction in the gaze of these soldiers, Zhong Kui strolled out of the military camp, facing the setting sun.

Meanwhile, Fox Spirit God was discussing the next move of the Northern Underworld Army with Luo Bingzhong in the camp.

"I think we can't let that army from the past dynasties live. We must take advantage of the soldiers' high morale now and wipe them out in one fell swoop," Luo Bingzhong said solemnly, pointing to one side of the sand table.

However, the Fox Spirit God remained opposed.

"The warriors need to rest now. The exchange space is open, and they need time to use their merits."

Fox Spirit God spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable air: "If some people consume their merits while others are dragged to the battlefield before they even have a chance to do so, they will inevitably be dissatisfied."

The fox spirit's words made Luo Bingzhong fall into deep thought; he had indeed not considered this point.

"What about the armies of past dynasties? Are we just going to let them leave?"

Luo Bingzhong punched the sand table. He had long disliked those Li Army soldiers. They came and did nothing but leave. Did they really think their Beiming Army was easy to bully?

Fox Spirit God said calmly, "Of course we won't let them leave easily. My Northern Underworld Army's territory is not a place they can come and go as they please."

“I have already arranged for the Shadow God and the Hidden God to interfere with that army and prevent them from leaving Liangzhou easily.”

"Emperor Li Xi is ambitious and actually dares to try to use one tiger to devour another, wanting to eat us all up in one go. I should naturally give back something in return."

The fox spirit's gaze was deep and unfathomable, as if looking through the tent at Yang Guang, who was thousands of miles away.

"By the way, where is the Prefect? ​​Logically, these matters should be decided by him!" Luo Bingzhong frowned and suddenly said.

The Fox Spirit smiled helplessly: "He has some things to attend to, so he's gone back to his original world."

Luo Bingzhong nodded. Now, the mortal world is filled with information about the mortal prince. To be honest, they are also quite curious about what the world on the other side of the mortal world is like.

……

This world.

Since Lin Beixuan proposed the Divine Fire Cluster Transport Method, the official team has continuously improved and revised it. Finally, through tireless efforts day and night, did the official team actually manage to create it?
Now, in every city of Xuan Kingdom, a landmark building is being constructed.

This building must be located in the city center, in the place with the highest foot traffic and the largest concentration of people.

The buildings in each city were almost identical, each a huge shrine, except that instead of ordinary gods or immortals, they were enshrined as a ball of fire.

The fire in these buildings represents the fate of the Xuan Kingdom; as long as the kingdom exists, the fire will not be extinguished.

Moreover, these fires are not just for show; the sacred fires of each city embody the people's beliefs and the divine power they gather is unimaginable.

Furthermore, the official authorities can take and use the divine power of these incense offerings.

Even ordinary people can use special means to gain control over the power of incense offerings, thereby harming evil spirits such as ghosts and demons.

Moreover, in cities shrouded by divine fire, ghosts dare not appear in the sunlight and can only hide in dark and damp places, greatly reducing the problem of evil spirits causing trouble after the merging of the two worlds.

Most importantly, the authorities finally have a preliminary solution to the problem of the monsters behind the door. Otherwise, they would not be at ease if they put all their hopes on those immortals and mortal gods.

In the minds of the Xuan people, relying on heaven or earth is not as good as relying on themselves.

Lin Beixuan decided to return to the real world because some problems were happening there.

Los Angeles.

At this time, the city was under a state of high alert, and all residents were ordered to return home, stock up on water and food, and were not allowed to leave their homes without an order to lift the lockdown.

As night fell, darkness enveloped the city. Although every house was brightly lit, the streets were deserted. The wind rustled through the trees lining the road.

In contrast, the entire army was on high alert in the Los Angeles area, with the sound of gun bolts ringing out in unison.

A burly soldier wearing a military cap walked among the ranks, his body moving but his gaze never leaving the gate standing in the empty square in the distance.

His steps were steady, his fingers resting on the seam of his trousers, his index fingertip sometimes lifting and sometimes falling, tapping lightly as if he were calculating the time.

In his view, the eerie door was undergoing an astonishing transformation.

The four corners of the door were firmly fixed in the void, but the entire door surface was violently undulating, as if the things behind the door were frantically pounding on the door, trying to break it open and rush out from inside.

The door seemed to be nearing its limit; it was being slowly pried open, the gap widening, and sharp, terrifying sounds began to emanate from within.

"boom!"

"Bang bang!!"

One, two, three...

The impact sounds seemed to resonate with a certain drumbeat melody, striking one's heart with each beat.

Large beads of sweat dripped down, and sweat seeped from the palms of their hands. Countless eyes were fixed in one direction, and their spirit and consciousness reached their peak.

With a final thud, the door shook violently for a moment, and the things behind it suddenly stopped.

Time seemed to stand still, but everyone present knew it.

The door is about to open!
(End of this chapter)