After the incident at the holy altar, Lu Zhou was slightly tired.
However, his spirit was still acceptable.
Lu Zhou called up the system dashboard.
Name: Lu Zhou
Race: Human
Cultivation: Sense Condensing Realm, Energy Refining Realm.
Merit Points: 4,490
Avatar: Three Flowers at One's Prominence
Remaining lifespan: 5,804 days
Item: Critical Strike * 2, Impeccable * 2, Critical Block * 7 (passive), Whitzard, Suanni
Weapon: Unnamed, Amorous Hoop (Owner: Ye Tianxin. Must be refined before use.)
Technique: Three Scrolls of Heavenly Writing.
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He actually had more than four thousand merit points.
Previously, because he had been so focused on the battle, he had almost ignored the system's notifications and didn't notice that the Merit Points came from those quests.
Lu Zhou thought to himself, 'Check the mission.'
There was a completed record at the bottom of the mission panel.
One thousand points were the reward for bringing Zhao Yue back, one thousand points were the reward for killing Monk Kong Xuan, two hundred points were the reward for disciplining Zhao Yue, and the rest were the reward for killing the cultivators who blocked his way.
The fact that Tao Wu could also help him obtain merit points was a pleasant surprise.
Even so, it was not easy to accumulate merit points.
He still needed five hundred more before he could buy the Dharmakaya, the Mighty Four Symbols.
He had used an Impeccable Card and a Critical Strike Card to deal with Monk Kong Xuan. If he didn't include the mission, he wouldn't have earned anything …
Fortunately, he did not use too many item cards. If the target was slightly weaker, it wouldn't be worth it.
With that in mind, although the item cards were heaven-defying, they could not be used indiscriminately.
He also had two critical strike cards and two impeccable cards.
Use it sparingly.
Lu Zhou remembered that when the Brahman Lullaby attacked him with the Heavenly Writing scrolls, the negative effects had been dispelled.
Could this be the extraordinary power mentioned in the Heavenly Book?
Lu Zhou tried to circulate his Primal Qi. It was a common energy used by cultivators.
He had no idea how to use the so-called extraordinary power.
To be able to erase the collective chanting of "Sanskrit Lullaby", this extraordinary power was extraordinarily strong.
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He looked at the system panel.
Merit Points or the Heavenly Book … which one to choose?
Lu Zhou did not plan to replenish his item cards. His current cultivation base was too low. His body should be able to withstand a higher cultivation base. He had to raise the level of his Dharmakaya and increase his cultivation as soon as possible.
No matter how powerful the Item Card was, it was still an external force.
If this went on, the feeling of constantly treading on thin ice wasn't very good.
Lu Zhou called up the Heavenly Writing's interface and began reading.
As expected … he found that the contents of the Heavenly Book had increased, and the foreign symbols on the scribbles had decreased a lot.
This Heavenly Book was interesting to read … no matter whether he understood it or not, he just had to read it with all his might.
It was just like memorizing Tang poems when he was young. Regardless of whether he understood it or not, he had to memorize it first. There would come a day when he would understand it.
After the altar incident.
Lu Zhou decided to spend more time and energy on reading the Heavenly Writing scrolls.
With this thought in mind, Lu Zhou began reading.
When it was almost evening, the sound of hurried footsteps pulled Lu Zhou out of his reading trance.
"Sir … General Zhao requests an audience." A voice came from outside the door.
Lu Zhou closed the Heavenly Writing's interface.
He didn't open the door. Instead, he asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"
This time, it was General Zhao who spoke …
With a deep and resounding voice, he said: "Runan City's Zhao Shuo would like to have a chat with Old Mister, I wonder if Old Mister is free?"
Before Lu Zhou could say anything …
Little Yuan 'er appeared in the corridor and shouted, "It's inconvenient!"
"You are?" General Zhao cupped his fists.
Little Yuan 'er placed her hands on her hips as she said, "My grandfather's tired … He's not someone you can see just because you want to."
"…"
The innkeeper knew this little girl was a Divine Court realm expert. He did not dare to reprimand her. He could only mutter, "Young lady, this is General Zhao of Runan City …"
"I don't care who he is … Even if the emperor is here, I won't agree to it," Little Yuan 'er said.
Zhao Shuo was taken aback.
'This little girl has an exaggerated temper. She's like a newborn calf that's not afraid of a tiger.'
"Let him in," Lu Zhou said.
Initially, Lu Zhou had no intention of meeting this person.
However, when he considered the matter of the Imperial token and the fact that the palace was involved in the previous incidents, perhaps, he could get some information from this person.
"Oh."
When the door was opened, Little Yuan 'er ran over and stood next to Lu Zhou obediently.
When Zhao Shuo saw Lu Zhou's expression, he was slightly taken aback. However, he maintained his smile as he bowed and said, "Zhao Shuo of Runan City greets you, old mister."
Lu Zhou's expression was calm as he ignored Zhao Shuo.
Zhao Shuo said awkwardly, "Please don't blame me, old mister. I've offended you before."
"Let's get down to business," Lu Zhou said indifferently.
"…"
Zhao Shuo had prepared a bellyful of opening remarks, but they were all rendered useless by these three words.
"I heard that the Imperial token is in your hands, old mister?"
Lu Zhou did not answer.
This question was worthless to him.
Zhao Shuo continued to say, "Many years ago, His Majesty personally held this token, and he could mobilize the capital's Imperial guards. Those who see this token are the same as seeing His Majesty himself. Later on, the token was lost … "
"I'll say it again … Let's get down to business."
What he meant was …
It was all nonsense.
Zhao Shuo was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury himself. He cupped his fists and said, "In that case, I'll get straight to the point … Please hand over the token, old mister."
After he finished speaking, he stole a glance at the old mister, worried that the old mister would be displeased.
"You want the token?" Lu Zhou asked.
"Naturally, I don't have the courage to do so … Since you've held the Imperial token for so many years, I'm sure you're not an ordinary person … I was entrusted by an important person in the palace," Zhao Shuo said.
"Who?"
"Uh …"
Zhao Shuo hesitated for a moment before he said indifferently, "I don't know who it is … However, this person is an elite cultivator from the palace, and he's acting on orders. I have no choice but to obey him."
At this point, the situation was clear.
"If he wants to take the token from me, he'll have to come and get it himself," Lu Zhou said indifferently.
"There's no need for this, old mister. I'm guessing that your cultivation base is extraordinary, but you've offended an important person in the palace because of a token … "
Lu Zhou rose to his feet slowly.
He placed one hand on his back and stroked his beard with the other.
When Zhao Shuo saw this, he thought the old mister had thought things through and was delighted.
"Send the guest away." Lu Zhou waved his hand.
"…"
Zhao Shuo wanted to say more.
At the side, Little Yuan 'er waved her little fist and said fiercely, "Get lost!"
'This little girl … Why is she so hot-tempered?
Why is she so different from her grandfather? 'No, this old mister has a strange temper as well!'
Zhao Shuo had no choice but to leave the room.
When he was outside the room …
Lu Zhou suddenly asked, "Who's Zhuo Ping's subordinate?"
Zhao Shuo was shocked.
He turned to look at the innkeeper who was waiting outside the door. He did not answer.
Downstairs, a man carrying a sword said with a smile, "Naturally, he's from the palace as well … Old mister, we meet again!"
Although Lu Zhou did not see anyone, he knew who it was when he heard the voice.
Jiang Aijian loved swords to the bone and regarded them as his life.
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