Demon cores can also be exchanged, but Su Bai's backpack was too small, so he didn't collect them.
"System, do you have a personal storage space?"
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have received 1000 cubic meters of personal space!]
[Portable Space: Items can be collected simply by the host's thought. Note: Living beings cannot be stored inside!]
Although it wasn't given before the mission, a considerable amount of merit points were lost.
But next time I go out to hunt monsters, I won't have to carry a backpack anymore.
"System, can this assassination curse be removed?"
Su Bai hadn't forgotten the pattern on the short blade that the demon had left on his hand.
If he doesn't find a way to get rid of this, his next mission will be very difficult.
[Ding! Okay, but it will cost 1 attribute point!]
"Remove".
[Ding! The host has successfully removed the assassination curse by spending 1 attribute point!]
As Su Bai watched the fading short blade pattern disappear, he inexplicably thought of the Demon Emperor.
If the other party knew that the curse they received after giving it their all and suffering severe injuries was only worth 1 attribute point, I wonder what they would think.
Disperse your thoughts.
Su Bai checked the inventory and then carried his backpack to the logistics department.
Except for the task handover area, which is not open during this time, all other departments are open all day.
This measure is also to ensure that every demon hunter has sufficient logistical support.
Several hours have passed since the demons attacked the city, and it's not peak time for exchanging merit points, so there aren't many people here.
But Su Bai, with his pale face, covered in blood, and reeking of blood, still attracted the attention of everyone present.
"That guy, is it Su Bai?"
"It really is him? He really came back alive?"
"My God, no way, he just built a building... hiss, he actually broke through to the Sea Gazing Realm!"
"Judging from his miserable appearance, he probably didn't complete the mission!"
"It's already a miracle that we're alive!"
Su Bai ignored their whispers and placed his backpack on the table.
The "click" sound startled Fang Qing, who was typing away.
Her face immediately fell.
But when he looked up and saw who it was, a bright smile immediately appeared on his face.
"It's Su Bai. You want to exchange for merit points?"
Su Bai nodded, unzipped his backpack, and pushed it in front of her.
Upon seeing what was inside the backpack, Fang Qing, despite her best efforts to maintain a smile, could not hide her utter shock.
"What is it that takes so long to exchange?"
Someone behind Su Bai muttered something and impatiently poked their head out.
But when he saw what was in the backpack, he froze on the spot.
"How could there be so many spirit-enchanted short blades from the demon clan's assassination squads!"
"You should know that every member of the demon race's assassination squad has at least the Sea Gazing Realm cultivation level!"
"With so many short blades, how many demon kings at the Sea-Gazing Realm would we have to kill?"
"A total of 172 spirit-enchanted short blades from the demon clan assassination team."
Fang Qing, having regained her senses, quickly provided an answer.
Upon hearing this number, the demon hunters behind Su Bai felt a sense of suffocation.
172 Guanhai Realm cultivators are 172 demon kings. What kind of demons could kill so many?
"What!"
"Su Bai killed 172 demon kings?"
"How is that possible? He himself is only at the Sea-Gazing Realm!"
"This... is it fake?"
People around gathered around when they heard this, but after seeing the backpack covered in blood and the pile of spirit-enchanted short blades, no one spoke again.
The entire logistics department was deathly silent, save for the occasional gasp of shock.
At this moment.
Fang Qing put down the calculator.
"According to the Logistics Department's buyback price, one short blade is worth 3,000 merit points. There are 172 blades, which is a total of 516,000 merit points. Are you sure you want to exchange them all?"
Su Bai nodded.
“Okay, Su Bai, please show me your ‘Merit Ring’,” Fang Qing said softly.
Su Bai raised his hand, and under the instrument's sensing, the value displayed on the Chang'an Merit Ring changed from 124,732 to 640,372.
Upon seeing such a large number of merit points, those present gasped in astonishment.
"With so many merit points, Su Bai probably really completed that mission!"
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