Chapter 190: Really Frustrated

He Cen snorted, "I'm not that squeamish, I'm just a little unhappy."

"I will win one day sooner or later. Don't get complacent. If you slack off one day, I'll catch up with you~"

Wen Qing and the other three were all laughing, "That's good too. We are willing to lose to He He."

He Cen shook his arm, "Hey, you can't let me win~ I'm serious, if you let me win, it will be too boring, I don't need it!"

Everyone understood He Cen's persistence in certain things. Besides, men have a strong desire to win. Every time they saw He Cen challenging them so persistently, they actually enjoyed it.

It's also very interesting to see him whimpering and turning into a depressed little mushroom every time he loses a fight. Anyway, no matter what the little sword spirit looks like, he always seems lively and full of vitality.

Their lives are as dull as a stagnant pool of water; only here in Hecen do they become lively and interesting.

In fact, Hecen gained a lot from this retreat.

Although He Cen couldn't beat Wen Qing due to his suppressed realm, he could clearly feel that he had made great progress. Wen Qing was not stingy with his praise, pinching He Cen's little face and saying a lot of nice things.

"You must have suffered a lot practicing alone. Did you hurt yourself? Your swordsmanship has really improved this time. I am still very surprised. I didn't expect that our cute He Baoer is so competitive and has learned magic well."

He Cen whispered back, "I'm not coquettish."

"I only had some superficial injuries while practicing swordplay, but they healed quickly. However, I was quite surprised to have reached the late stage of the Golden Core this time, because my cultivation speed slowed down after I broke my sword. I was able to break through to this stage in one breath this time, thanks to some external assistance."

"Alas, it took me such a long time to enter the Yuan Infant stage. I don't know how long it will take for me to reach your level of cultivation."

"After you ascend, I won't still be in the Spiritualization Stage or the Void Stage, right? It's so slow."

Several masters looked at him strangely and said, "If we succeed in ascending, we will take you with us. How can we leave you here and worry about you all day long?"

"We're just worried that you don't want to ascend to the upper realm with us. That would really make us sad."

He Cen sat up straight, "Isn't ascension a personal battle?"

"As a sword spirit, I'm afraid I need to acknowledge my master before I can ascend with you, right? Although I seem to be quite special and should be able to fly by myself..."

Jun Chao tapped his forehead and said, "Why worry about something so far away? When that day comes, I will definitely not abandon you. Even if it takes a while, I will definitely stay by your side."

He Cen pursed his lips and said, "I am so sorry. How many of you must I have delayed?"

Bei Qi was not happy to hear that. "We don't mind, baby, why are you worried? Just follow your own pace, no one will rush you. Ascension is just an obsession on our path of cultivation. If you are not willing to accompany me, then ascension is meaningless, and I don't care about it."

I really wanted to live forever before, but after living for such a long time, my heart was finally tied to someone. It was really difficult to get rid of this fun-filled life and return to the emptiness of being alone.

He Cen just knew that his masters were reluctant to let him go, so he was very obedient and didn't say anything else.

Now that his cultivation has entered the late Jindan stage, he can be ranked among the masters in the world of cultivation. Generally speaking, disciples in the Jindan stage can take on some complicated tasks alone, but He Cen has a special identity as he is not a sect disciple.

With four masters at the same time, the bosses will definitely fight for the affiliation, so He Cen has to choose which experiences to go for.

He also knew about the matter of sharing merits equally, and he was quite curious about it. At that time in the secret realm, he also killed many evil people of the Tushen Sect, and Xiao Hei took a lot of merits at that time. Now it was a good time to check it out.

As a result, he was dumbfounded when he saw it. "No, where are my merits? I have such a huge amount of merits! Xiao Hei! Have you digested them for me?"

The original body was shaking its head frantically, Xiao Hei looked as if he was wronged, and He Cen's face was full of despair.

"Ah—no? Then what about my merits?"

"I am so kind and helpful, how come my merits are gone? If I don't have any, how can I ascend to heaven?"

Several masters were also a little puzzled. He Cen, the sword spirit, was loved by everyone. Logically, the Heavenly Dao should only favor him more. How could his merits be swallowed up for no reason?

The Demon Lord stared at Xiao Hei several times and asked, "Xiao Hei, did you eat it?"

Xiao Hei is about to cry QAQ

He is the original body of He Cen, so if he eats it, it will also belong to He Cen, right?

Why don't people trust a sword? He can't even speak, how can he lie?

He Cen had actually forgotten about merit during his training. He was so sad that he held Xiao Hei in his arms, and felt like the sky was falling.

"No, I didn't do anything wrong. Why did my merits disappear? Are your merits still there? Have they been shared with you?"

Several people looked at each other, not really sure what was going on.

Bei Qi was extremely distressed, "Is there nothing left, baby?"

He Cen nodded, "If I give it to you, I'll feel better. If it's gone for no reason, that would be really frustrating."

Jun Chao and his men took out all the merit ashes they had collected and showed them to He Cen. "They are all here. I wonder if there is any for you."

"Don't worry, there's no more. I'll give you mine. I won't feel bad about it, baby."

The coaxing tone was really pleasant to the ear. He Cen blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand and cried to his master for comfort.

All merits look the same, so who knows whose merits belong to whom? Anyway, now that they are gone, they are gone, and it is hard to say who will get them.

Unable to find out, Wen Qing suggested, "Why don't we let He He do some small tasks again and see where the merits have gone this time? Is that okay?"

This method is feasible, and He Cen agreed.

"Okay, just do a few tasks and see who eats up my merits."

In fact, he had originally thought about dividing his own money equally among the masters. If that were the case, he would not feel bad at all. But if it was not in the pockets of the masters, he would really be upset.

The cultivation world received quite a lot of prayer missions, and the Demon Sect also had some ready-made ones, most of which were about killing monsters. He Cen picked a few at random.

"It's easy. I can do it. You don't have to do anything. Just watch me show you how to do it."

"I want to see who is so brave as to eat the merits of my divine sword spirit!"

The little sword spirit was full of energy. The masters just smiled but said nothing. They were happy to watch him and make him laugh.