Hei Fengshen's infinite deduction to become a saint

The next moment, Li Changshou's expression suddenly changed.

He discovered something strange: the layer of merit surrounding him was emitting a faint message.

This information is seeping into his soul; it is clearly a form of information pollution.

However, this pollution was suppressed. The barrier formed by the calming lotus and the golden lotus of incense and vows firmly blocked this slight pollution.

Li Changshou's face turned ashen. "What happened? Why is my merit being tainted?"

Without hesitation, he consumed another ten percent of his mana and injected it into the Creation Jade Disc, reducing his mana to only seventy percent.

"Immediately determine why the merit was tainted. What exactly happened in the past?"

The Jade Disc of Creation flickered slightly, and a message flowed into his heart after a breath.

Shock and a hint of helplessness flashed in Li Changshou's eyes.

It turns out that everything in this world is an extension of the unorthodox path, and some of the merits also belong to one of the three thousand unorthodox paths.

Therefore, merit in this world has a special effect: all those who receive merit will be assimilated by it, until finally they undergo a transformation from the bottom of their hearts and become beings who completely serve the Way of Heaven.

Because they completely follow the Way of Heaven, they become loyal servants of the Way of Heaven, and naturally the Way of Heaven will not allow any being to harm such a person.

This is the origin of the saying that merit is inviolable by all laws.

Li Changshou's face turned ashen. He had originally planned to use his merits to escape the calamity of being conferred the title of god.

Now it seems that this is another dead end.

"Damn it, there's not a single good road in this world."

"The path of cultivating the primordial spirit is corrupted, and the path of cultivating merit is also corrupted. Only the path of the witch clan seems to be able to avoid corruption."

"What should I do? The merit has already been earned; should I just give up?"

His expression shifted rapidly, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"No, the merit from issuing currency shouldn't be so little. Does it mean that more merit will only come if currency continues to circulate?"

Thinking of this, he began to calculate again, and the magical power in his body continued to decrease by 10%.

The Jade Disc of Creation also provides a new answer.

Just as he guessed, for every cent increase in the amount of currency circulating in this world, a small amount of merit would be bestowed.

Li Changshou thought to himself, "As the population increases, the money will increase, eventually forming a huge wave of merit."

"But if I have enough believers, and I can deduce the method for cultivating witch blood, then by combining the power of incense and vows with the golden lotus and the calming lotus, I should be able to block the pollution of merit."

"So, if one can maintain their individuality while accumulating merit, there is still a possibility of escaping the Investiture of the Gods."

"The Shang dynasty is doomed, and even if they promote the acceptance of currency, there won't be many people who will support it."

"The growth of merit is controllable."

"Secondly, merits exceeding the resistance limits of the Golden Lotus and Divine Lotus can be fully collected into the Treasure-Dropping Coins."

"The ability to further enhance this innate treasure with a layer of merit."

Li Changshou pondered for a moment and came up with a way to check and balance things.

A cold smile appeared in his eyes. "Then let's fight. Survival is earned through fighting, retreat means certain death."

"I will fight my way out of countless dead ends."

Having considered all the consequences, Li Changshou quickly put the coin mold and the first mother coin into a small box.

At the same time, two magic skins appeared in front of him, and he poured Shangqing Burning Spirit Fire into them.

With a thought, he controlled the flames, quickly burning strings of characters onto the leather.

After doing all that, he folded the two French letters separately and placed them one on top of the other in the box.

He quietly returned to Chaoge and went to the residence of Wei Ziqi.

There were several guards in Wei Ziqi's residence, as well as a heretical cultivator.

Li Changshou easily disguised himself as someone who came out of the mansion and blended in.

He quietly entered Wei Ziqi's study, placed the small wooden box on the table, and quietly withdrew.

The entire process left no trace, just waiting for the incident to unfold.

After Li Changshou left, he hid outside Wei Ziqi's residence, silently observing the movements inside.

As evening fell, Wei Ziqi arrived at his study.

Every night he would come here to learn valuable knowledge, preparing himself for becoming king in the future.

Wei Ziqi was fourteen years old. He had a handsome yet slightly immature face, phoenix eyebrows, eyes that seemed to hold the stars, and slightly pursed lips. He had the solemn and unsmiling demeanor of a king.

Wei Ziqi walked to the desk with a powerful stride, but what came into view was an extremely ordinary wooden box, and he was taken aback.

His face darkened. "Someone come here."

A servant pushed open the door and entered, kneeling respectfully and saying, "Your Highness."

Who put this box here?

The servant looked up and was shocked. "Your Highness, I didn't know."

"I've been guarding this spot the whole time; no one should have come in at all!"

Wei Ziqi raised an eyebrow and looked at the words engraved on the box.

"Your Highness, please open this letter."

Wei Ziqi narrowed his eyes and looked at the servant kneeling on the ground.

"Open the box," he said, then took a few steps back.

Although he was a young man, he had heard countless secret documents from the imperial palace and the infighting among the nobility.

The emperor would not sit under a dangerous roof; he would never easily come into contact with something of dubious origin.

The servant rose, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, and with trembling hands, gently opened the wooden box.

He even closed his eyes, preparing to face death.

But nothing happened. He opened one eye and saw two skins and a strange thing.

Wei Ziqi's voice rang in his ear, "What's inside?"

The servant quickly took out the contents and respectfully laid them out on the table.

Two French leather pieces, two obverse and reverse molds, and a light reddish-copper coin.

Wei Ziqi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he waved to his servant, "Make way."

The servants, as if granted a pardon, quickly retreated to the side, not daring to look around.

Wei Ziqi stood before the two pieces of leather, his gaze sweeping over them quickly. His face darkened, and a hint of horror flashed across his eyes.

He fell into deep thought and looked up at the servant beside him.

"Go and call Mr. Fang here."

The servant nodded hurriedly and quickly left the study.

A moment later, a Taoist priest in white robes walked in from outside.

This person wore a tall crown, had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and wore a spotless white Taoist robe. His pupils were an eerie deep green, and there was not a trace of pollution on his body. He had a kind of otherworldly air about him.

Upon seeing the other person, Wei Ziqi smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, please have a seat."

Mr. Fang sat down in the lower seat, a questioning glint in his eyes. "Your Highness summoned me here in such a hurry, is there something urgent?"

Wei Ziqi nodded and handed him two pieces of paper.

"Sir, you'll know at a glance."

Mr. Fang took the two French fries and glanced at them. His expression quickly changed drastically.

"This is..." Wei Ziqi stared at him in shock and disbelief.

Wei Ziqi looked at him with a serious expression and said, "Mr. Fang, what do you think of these two letters?"

Mr. Fang's eyes were deep as he fell into deep thought. "The person who sent the letter definitely has some purpose, and it is very likely a powerful immortal."