"Only Senior Brother Luo is seriously injured. We cannot stay here any longer. Once we leave, we will take the pills given to us by our sect elders, and we will be out of danger."
"Hmm, good to hear that…"
Ye Wusheng nodded, pretending to be relieved.
"Senior, we can never repay your great kindness. Please accept this Asura Grass as a token of our gratitude. When we return to our sect, we will report your kindness and send you more gifts!"
Luo Changying suddenly spoke up as if remembering something.
Ye Wusheng was not interested in the grass at all—until he heard that it could revive the dead and heal bones. Then he reluctantly took it.
He even felt a little guilty about what he planned to do next.
At that moment, the system's voice sounded in his mind.
Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have helped the Longsword Sect disciples protect their spirit herb. Reward: 30 Justice Points.
Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have eliminated 5 demonic sect disciples. Reward: 50 Justice Points.
Hearing the system's notification, Ye Wusheng's lips curled up involuntarily.
He hadn't expected that killing demonic disciples also counted as doing good deeds. What a pleasant surprise!
Now that the points were in his account, there was no need to keep pretending. He immediately prepared to kill the Longsword Sect disciples.
He had no other reason—he only wanted their murderous aura. This had been his plan all along.
Since these lambs had come to his door, how could he let them go?
There were countless people in this vast secret realm, and Ye Wusheng did not intend to let any of them leave. He understood the principle that many grains make a pile.
With a thought, Ye Wusheng activated his murderous aura.
But before Luo Changying and the others could sense anything wrong, he quietly retracted it.
Ye Wusheng smiled again, took out the Asura Grass from his pocket, and walked toward Luo Changying with a meaningful look.
"I've thought about it. Since this Asura Grass can revive the dead and heal the wounded, it should be given to the injured first. Consider it another favor from me. Take it now!"
Luo Changying was overwhelmed with emotion and refused repeatedly, but Ye Wusheng was insistent. In the end, he had no choice but to swallow the grass obediently.
Ding! Host has saved the injured and shown great generosity. Reward: 20 Justice Points.
Hearing the system's notification again, Ye Wusheng nodded in satisfaction.
Then he looked at Luo Changying and the others with an evil grin.
"You can hardly repay such a great favor… how about this…"
"How, Senior? Just say it! We will do anything we can!"
Luo Changying immediately replied. The life-saving grace was indeed too great to repay.
"Hehe… Simple. You can repay me with your lives…"
Ye Wusheng said word by word. The kindness on his face was completely gone.
"What?!"
"Senior, you…?!"
Luo Changying and the others stared at him in disbelief.
But Ye Wusheng no longer had the patience to waste words.
A powerful, domineering wave of murderous aura shot out from his sleeve.
"AHHH—"
In an instant, Luo Changying and the other Longsword Sect disciples were sent flying. Blood mist erupted, and they were already dead before they hit the ground.
"Hmm… that was ordinary."
Ye Wusheng looked at his slender, pale hands as if nothing had happened, then opened the System Shop.
"I think it's time to get myself some martial skills. I wonder what I can buy with 100 Justice Points!"
As he spoke, the System Shop appeared before his eyes. His Justice Points were exactly 100—no more, no less.
Below were categories: Techniques, Martial Skills, Weapons, Treasures, Pills, and more.
There were too many categories to look through, so he directly opened the Martial Skills tab.
Martial skills were divided into five ranks: Yellow, Black, Earth, Heaven… and one final locked rank, probably unavailable due to his low points.
Without time to think, Ye Wusheng opened the lowest rank—Yellow.
Rows of martial skill manuals glowing with faint yellow light appeared.
Skills like Bloodfiend Hand and Netherworld Palm, low-grade Yellow-rank skills, cost only 20 to 30 Justice Points.
But Ye Wusheng was not interested at all. He checked mid-grade and high-grade Yellow-rank skills, and none caught his eye.
He had a plan: he needed a large-area destructive skill. Otherwise, with so many people in the secret realm, when would he finish killing them all?
Taking a chance, he clicked on low-grade Black-rank skills. Sure enough, most were grayed out—his 100 Justice Points were far from enough.
Just as Ye Wusheng was about to leave in disappointment,
one book in the corner caught his eye: a glowing silver low-grade Black-rank skill called Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour Souls.
He focused his divine sense on it, and the description appeared instantly.
Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour Souls
Grade: Low Black-rank (upgradeable)
When mastered, it can summon ghosts and spiritual murderous aura within ten miles to serve the user…
After a quick glance, Ye Wusheng immediately clicked exchange.
It cost exactly 100 Justice Points. He couldn't wait to test it in battle.
At that moment, the system spoke again.
Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have successfully exchanged for the low-grade Black-rank skill: Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour Souls.
This skill can be upgraded through repeated exchanges. Max rank: Heaven-rank. Use it immediately?
Without hesitation, Ye Wusheng nodded.
"Use!"
The moment he spoke, the manual in the system warehouse turned into a stream of light and sank into his glabella.
By the time Ye Wusheng reacted, the skill was already fully mastered in his mind—as if he had trained it for decades.
"This is amazing!"
Ye Wusheng exclaimed.
Others took years to master a single manual. Even geniuses took at least ten days.
But he mastered it in an instant! The system was truly incredible.
With his new martial skill, Ye Wusheng still felt like something was missing.
Looking at his empty hands, he decided he needed a proper weapon.
He didn't need it here—no one was stronger than him, so he could suppress everyone with his realm alone.
But once he left, things would be different. He wasn't a body-refining cultivator; he couldn't keep fighting empty-handed.
"I need to get more Justice Points first!"
Ye Wusheng muttered. An idea popped into his head.
He had only gotten 50 points from two good deeds—not even as much as killing five demonic disciples.
Without delay, Ye Wusheng began hunting for demonic sect disciples in the secret realm.
How could he tell them apart? Simple.
Righteous disciples wore gold, white, blue, or green robes. Demonic disciples wore black, red, or crimson.
And even if he killed the wrong ones… so what? Ye Wusheng never planned to let anyone leave alive!