Talk About Bragging, How Do You Really Have The Qualifications Of The Great Emperor?

Chapter 50: From now on, please call me He Dashanren!

"In addition, there is also good news."

Wang Xiu smiled and said, "After the elder of our sect learned about Mr. He's act of slaughtering pigs to help with disaster relief, he called for an elder meeting last night."

"You are granted permission to practice our sect's techniques and enjoy the treatment of an outer disciple."

"Of course."

"All of this is on the condition that your disaster relief efforts remain stable and there are no accidents during the resettlement of the refugees."

"Otherwise, the treatment that the sect can provide will naturally be revoked."

Mr. He: ???

What the f*ck!!!

If the praises from those refugees brought temporary joy to He Daren, then becoming a disciple of the Three Purities Immortal Gate, even if only as an outer disciple, would bring double the joy!

After all, unlike some Immortal Gates where you can buy a spot with money, the Three Purities Immortal Gate, although economically challenged, upholds principles.

Unless mountain disciples are carrying out missions, they are not allowed to easily enter the mortal world and disturb the peace of the people.

Even wealthy merchants in the mortal world cannot purchase cultivation techniques.

Because in this world, cultivation techniques are like firearms and explosives in the previous world, and can only be controlled by cultivation sects.

Even if a wealthy merchant has money, they cannot casually purchase cultivation techniques, otherwise chaos would ensue.

For hundreds of years, there have been only a few wealthy merchants who could enjoy the treatment of outer disciples and cultivate the techniques of the Three Purities Immortal Gate. They can be counted on one's fingers.

He Daren couldn't believe that he would become one of these lucky individuals. It was simply too surprising!

You see, even if one is only a Qi Refining Stage cultivator, as long as there are no accidents, they can generally live to be over a hundred years old without any illnesses or disasters.

Compared to his father who passed away in his fifties, his lifespan has doubled.

If he is lucky enough to break through to the Foundation Building Stage, his lifespan can reach over two hundred years. As long as he doesn't do anything foolish and is protected by the Three Purities Immortal Gate, he can enjoy two hundred years of glory and wealth.

Hmm.

Living long enough to see seven or eight generations of descendants die is completely within reach!

As long as I'm alive!

All of you can only be young masters!

"Senior Brother!"

He Daren looked at Wang Xiu with teary eyes, "I'm so excited! I want to slaughter a few thousand more pigs to calm down."

F*ck!

It feels like with this master, all those tens of thousands of pigs will eventually be slaughtered.

Wang Xiu helplessly said, "Let's go! Let's return to the He Mansion."

He Daren looked at the disaster relief porridge shed with reluctance on his face, "Senior Brother, why return to the mansion? I want to stay and watch a little longer."

The protagonist rolled his eyes and said, "Why return to the mansion? Return to the mansion to bury your father!"

Damn.

When it comes to doing charity, he even forgot about his own father.

Wang Xiu couldn't help but facepalm. If they don't find a good place soon to bury Mr. He...

The body will really start to grow hair!

...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The disaster relief and land reclamation work was carried out in an orderly manner under the supervision of Wang Xiu and the steward.

Hmm.

As for He Daren, he shouted "666" very well and his posture of paying money was also handsome.

At dusk.

Looking north from the North Tower.

Located in the eastern part of Maple City, the luxurious restaurant, North Tower, was one of the tallest buildings in the city. Standing at the railing, one could overlook most of the northern part of the city.

At this moment.

In the largest private room of the North Tower, Wang Xiu and He Daren stood side by side, overlooking the northern part of the city.

The originally barren land had been reclaimed.

Countless enthusiastic refugees were now planting, sowing, and weeding, their faces filled with smiles and enthusiasm.

In just three days.

They had transformed from emaciated and lifeless refugees into comrades full of passion, hope, and anticipation for the future.

If the bran and rough rice porridge allowed them to exchange their dignity for the hope of survival.

Then the task of reclaiming and cultivating the land allowed them to regain their dignity through sweat and labor.

At this moment, not only were their bodies alive, but their souls had also come alive!

"Senior Brother."

"Can't you stay a few more days?"

He Darenyan's face was full of reluctance. These past few days, he had been following Wang Xiu closely and felt that he had learned a lot. "If you leave, I'm afraid I won't be able to manage these people."

Wang Xiu shook his head and said, "The ritual is already done. The senior sister in the sect has been urging me repeatedly. If I don't go back now, the mission will be overdue."

"As for the matter of developing the land in the north of the city, the old steward is overseeing it. Just listen to him in everything."

The steward said, "I will do my best to help you, don't worry, young master!"

He Darenyan said, "It's the master!"

Looking at the two lively characters, one old and one young, Wang Xiu smiled and took out the Black Tortoise Mirror, flying out of the restaurant.

However.

Just as he flew out of the restaurant, ready to leave, a deafening shout suddenly came from below.

"Farewell, Daoist!"

"Farewell, Daoist!"

"Farewell, Daoist!"

...

Wang Xiu's body trembled slightly. He looked down at the group of refugees and saw that all of them had stopped their work and were looking up at him.

They didn't kneel down, but instead formed the Taiji Yin Yang seal with their hands and bowed in Wang Xiu's direction.

They were neither humble nor arrogant, but filled with fanatical belief.

At this moment.

Even though Wang Xiu considered himself to have a firm Daoist heart, he couldn't help but feel a warm surge of blood and a warm feeling in his heart.

He knew that these refugees had come alive.

No.

At this moment, they were no longer refugees, but the people of Maple City with land and hope, no different from anyone else.

Boom~

Just as the hundred thousand people bowed, a deafening thunder sounded in the sky, followed by countless golden rays of light appearing in the sky above the north of the city.

Under the endless golden light, Wang Xiu appeared like an Ascended Immortal, noble and flawless, as if he were a celestial being.

The next moment.

The golden light shattered and turned into raindrops, merging into Wang Xiu's body.

In an instant.

Wang Xiu's cultivation, which was originally at the Eighth Layer of Foundation Building, soared to the Ninth Layer, and then broke through to the Core Formation Stage.

Looking at the swirling Yuan Dan in his dantian, Wang Xiu couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Originally, he thought that he would break through to the Core Formation Stage in Thunder Lineage, as Ji Yan, that old guy, had boasted.

But.

In the end, it was actually brought about by the accumulation of merit, which was indeed unexpected.

However.

The amount of merit this time was indeed outrageous. After all, Wang Xiu had saved a hundred thousand refugees.

Moreover.

He not only saved their lives, but also awakened their hope and courage to survive.

Such merit was no less than killing several Gold Core and Nascent Soul stage monsters, or even higher.

The reason why his cultivation only increased by two levels was because the increase in cultivation was just an additional benefit of merit. Its true function was to "improve aptitude" and "improve luck".

"Oh my god!"

A cry of surprise came from the North Tower.

Although most of the merit rain was absorbed by Wang Xiu, a small portion merged into He Darenyan and the old steward's bodies.

The old steward didn't understand cultivation, but the power of merit would give him a rejuvenating effect, and it shouldn't be a problem for him to live another twenty or thirty years.

As for He Darenyan.

Yesterday, he had barely memorized the "Basic Breathing Technique" and hadn't even successfully drawn in Qi.

But at this moment.

He felt as if he had taken some kind of medicine, and his cultivation skyrocketed.

Qi Refining First Layer!

Qi Refining Second Layer!

Qi Refining Third Layer!

...

It continued to rise until Qi Refining Sixth Layer, and his cultivation stabilized. He felt comfortable all over, as if he had endless strength.

"Don't stop me!"

After feeling the benefits of merit, He Darenyan's eyes turned red. "Slaughter pigs! Let's go home and slaughter pigs!"

"Let's go to the neighboring city to sell meat and help the disaster-stricken. Let's follow the current process!"

"From now on, don't call me Young Master He, call me He the Great Philanthropist!"

(End of this chapter)