"stop…"
I immediately shouted and grabbed Tuoba San's shoulder to stop him from killing Shi Miaomiao...
"Father, this witch must be a deeply sinful person. Killing her would be a great act of merit. Don't stop me..."
Hearing Tuoba San's words and seeing his expression, Shi Miaomiao was immediately terrified. She was only a fifth-grade Grandmaster, how could she be a match for Tuoba San...
With the methods of a chosen one, killing her wouldn't even require a second move...
"The other woman..."
"Father, you yourself said she's a mistress, so she absolutely cannot be kept alive. This kind of vixen is naturally seductive; she's good for nothing but bringing disaster to the country and its people. Kill her to prevent future troubles..."
Shi Miaomiao thought to herself, "If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why does it feel like you two are ganging up on me?"
“Little San, don’t be impulsive. I know she’s a witch, and her hands are surely stained with endless sins. I feel compelled to redeem her. If I can gain merit from her, then I too can hope to embark on the path of cultivation, and I won’t be a burden to you anymore…”
I didn't even believe my own excuses, but Tuoba San was actually moved after hearing them...
Looking at him, I thought to myself, "What the hell did I say to move you like this?"
"Father, for my sake, you actually offered yourself to the demon. Such a heart-wrenching act of compassion is beyond compare, even to the heavens themselves..."
Listening to Tuoba San's words, I felt quite pleased. I thought to myself that my son, besides being domineering, was also filial and always told the truth. He was truly a good child...
However, he immediately changed the subject and said...
"But how can I just stand by and watch you, Father, walk into the lion's den? Let's kill him..."
Shi Miaomiao was on the verge of collapse. She thought to herself, "Give me a straight answer, whether you want to kill me or not. You've waved your sword in front of me several times already. Demonic cultivators are timid. If this continues, even if you don't make a move, I'll be scared to death..."
Looking into Tuoba San's pure and innocent eyes, I couldn't help but feel that my adopted son was doing this on purpose, trying to prevent me from finding true love...
Thinking of the saintesses who had been ravaged by Tuoba Sanga before, I thought to myself that no matter what, this one couldn't be ravaged as well...
I'm a man of vigor and vitality, and this witch is the epitome of beauty; it would be such a waste to kill her…
"Son, listen to me..."
I held his arm, trying hard to organize my thoughts, thinking of a way to make my bluff more convincing...
"You know my situation; I lack the aptitude for cultivation. Therefore, the power of merit is definitely the best way to cultivate. Think about it carefully: if I were to accumulate merit, who could possibly harm me?"
Tuoba San's murderous intent gradually subsided, but he still looked at me with a questioning gaze, which made me inexplicably feel guilty...
"Father, there are still some demonic cultivators here. Why don't you try to convert them as well?"
Tuoba San pointed at the dying demonic sect disciples on the ground, trying to gain more merit for his father…
This made my lips twitch. Looking at those demonic sect disciples on the ground, not only were they all ugly and deformed, but they were all men too. It was truly disgusting to look at them…
“Little San, I know you are filial, but I am still an ordinary person. I am already struggling to convert even one demonic cultivator, let alone so many demonic sect disciples…”
Furthermore, you also need to increase your own fortune by eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path. In order for you to become stronger faster, it's best to purify all these demonic sect disciples..."
In short, it all boils down to one thing: I want the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect; whether the others live or die is none of my business…
"Father's consideration is indeed thorough..."
The disciples of the Demonic Sect were filled with despair; the glimmer of hope that had just begun to rise was extinguished by my single sentence…
They wanted to escape, but they were too badly injured to run away...
"Father, you're my own father, please try to reform me, I'm so grateful..."
A disciple of the Demonic Sect knelt before me, weeping. He had come to realize that today he would either become the source of his son's fortune after he vanquished the demons and protected the righteous path, or the source of his father's merit...
Given a choice between the two, being converted is better than being purified; at least you're still alive...
I never expected this to happen. A huge, overwhelming number of demonic cultivators were kneeling before them. Perhaps even the demonic cultivators themselves never imagined that one day they would be begging for someone to convert them…
"I don't have time..."
I looked at those demonic sect disciples and said helplessly…
"It's alright, you just need to say a few words, and we will wholeheartedly turn to good and fully cooperate with your guidance, so that you can gain the most merit in the least amount of time..."
One of the disciples had a fawning expression on his face, practically begging to kneel and lick his boots...
"You all exude demonic energy, it's really ruining my mood..."
I politely declined again...
"It's alright. What kind of aura do you prefer? We'll change it immediately. Whether you prefer Taoism or Buddhism, just say the word, and we'll immediately reform..."
Damn it...
I thought to myself, "Can't you guys have any shame? You're supposed to be demonic cultivators, have some backbone, okay?"
If a demonic cultivator could hear my thoughts, he would probably cough up blood immediately and say, "What's the use of backbone if you're dead?"
I thought to myself, the treasures you possess are all my spiritual energy. If you don't die, my son won't be able to seize the spoils. This is really a dilemma...
"Father, these devils are cunning and treacherous..."
Tuoba San couldn't stand it any longer. He thought to himself that rather than putting his father in a difficult position, he should just kill them all...
"I am willing to surrender my soul contract and be your slave for all eternity..."
"I'd like to too..."
Hearing that someone was willing to give up their soul contract to save their life, many demonic cultivators hesitated...
This is not just a simple matter of slavery; one's life and death are no longer in one's own control. If the master dies, the contractor will die, but the death of the contractor has no effect on the master. No one would willingly enter into such an unequal contract…
"snort…"
Tuoba San wouldn't give these people a chance to consider; if they were unwilling, then they could all die...
In the end, only four demonic cultivators who were willing to form a soul contract were left alive by Tuoba San…
Looking at these four demonic cultivators, I felt a sense of repulsion...
How many innocent people have you killed?
I looked at them, frowning, and asked…
"We've never killed anyone because we're cowardly and were ridiculed and ostracized by our fellow disciples, which is why our strength is so weak..."
One of the young men, who looked like a scholar, spoke without hesitation, afraid that if he answered too late, Tuoba San would kill him. They had just witnessed how their fellow disciples were pierced through the heart by Tuoba San's ten thousand swords...
I looked at Shi Miaomiao, and she gave me an affirmative answer…
Since they haven't done anything wrong, staying isn't out of the question...
I looked at them with amusement and said...
"You guys are something else, not killing anyone when you're a demon..."
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