Chapter 191 This is difficult to comment

He Cen did what he said. He picked a few Jindan-stage tasks and helped the ordinary humans around him deal with some difficult issues.

These monsters were not of high level and posed no challenge to He Cen. He killed them very quickly and did not even feel any pressure.

Compared with the battles with several masters, it was child's play. He Cen was busy completing his mission, and several masters also helped him keep an eye on his merits.

Then, all the merits that the little sword spirit had just accumulated flew into his pocket and were absorbed by the heavenly book that had been placed there.

There was a moment of silence.

Hecen:……

“It’s hard to judge.”

"No! How can this heavenly book eat my merits? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

He Cen took out a few of the remains and shook them vigorously, "If you ate my food, spit it out!"

"Why are you like this? If you bully the cute sword spirit, you will be burned. Give it back to me!"

The Heavenly Book was acting like it was dead. It didn't eat those from Jun Chao and the others, but only ate those from He Cen. It was probably because the sword spirit was special and he himself might be different from other cultivators, so his merits were directly absorbed by the Heavenly Book and taken away.

Everyone was confused for a while.

He Cen was so angry, "On what basis? How can you, a bunch of rotten pieces, be so gluttonous?"

"I don't want my merits, I want to give them to my masters. You guys should spit them out! They are all dowries I collected for my masters!"

The child was so angry that he couldn't help but talk nonsense. The four people in Jun Chao laughed so hard, "What are you talking about? Who are you buying the dowry for?"

He Cen had a tearful expression on his face. "There's no need to worry about the details at this time, right?"

"I can't use my merits, but I saved them all for you~ You haven't used any of them yet, and this thing has eaten them all. This is too much of a loss. Do you know how much I have saved?"

The little sword spirit was likable, and most of the credits for solving problems were given to him, so He Cen was actually quite wealthy.

So much merit was eaten up by the Heavenly Book. He Cen, the money-grubber, must have felt distressed for a while. He and Xiao Hei sat there dejectedly and sighed.

The expression on his face was aggrieved and resentful, and his eyes were almost egg-shaped. It was very funny for people to see. Bei Qi came over and hugged him and rubbed his face, "Okay, okay, I'm not sad anymore."

"You can't spit this thing out after eating it. There's no need to be angry with this little thing. No matter what, your teacher will find a way in the future and will never abandon He He."

He Cen sighed, "I don't care whether you can definitely take me to the Ascension Realm or not, I just hate it when this thing takes away my merits."

"I can give it to you or not, I can give it to you, it's all my own free will, but it took away all my savings without a single word, I must be angry."

Bei Qi smiled and said, "Give it to the masters, so you won't feel bad about it?"

He Cen shook his head, "No, I was supposed to help you ascend to heaven. I am willing to give you merits. I am happy to see that my masters are all good. But this thing stole my property without saying anything, and I am very unhappy."

"I have been saving these for a long time. I will give them to you without hesitation. I am not that stingy."

"The problem is that after you eat these things, they don't accumulate on your heads and you don't know where they go. Isn't this just a waste?"

After all, it is a good deed. It is not easy to accumulate it. It is not every day that there are major disasters. I don’t know how long it will take to accumulate those small things over time.

All the things that He Cen had done for Princess Gucheng before are gone. Is it okay to just reset all these years of work to zero?

If one wants to ascend to heaven, it is not enough to have only the heavenly book. One must also use merit to pave the way to heaven. The construction of every brick and tile requires a long time of preparation.

Now that he has lost so much in vain, He Cen must be worried.

He has a special physique, so it is actually relatively easy for him to gain merits, and he is more likely to encounter some major events, so he has quite a lot of merits.

In addition, He Cen can now see the fortunes of others, and he is becoming more and more powerful.

With more time, he will definitely be able to gain more merit than several masters.

Now the merit of an important exporter has been confiscated. Doesn't this mean we can't help at all?

He Cen felt confused, he originally felt that he owed his masters too many favors for saving him, the only way he could help was to help them ascend.

He had shared the sword spirit's vast memories before. Apart from treasure hunting, the masters didn't lack anything. Now that he couldn't help with the merits, the little sword spirit felt anxious, as if he couldn't provide any benefits.

The master masters were amused by the sight of her holding the sword with a look of an angry young wife. Everyone felt soft-hearted when they saw such a pretty little sword spirit sighing.

Bei Qi held his little face and pinched it gently, "What are you thinking about, baby?"

He Cen muttered, "I am useless to you... I can't help you at all~"

"I feel like this ascension is crowding me out."

Several masters laughed, "Who said it's useless?"

"Your existence itself is the greatest comfort to us."

Bei Qi picked him up and put his cheek against his. "My dear, please don't say such things again. You are my favorite disciple. I am alone in this world and I don't have anyone close to me except you. You are so important."

"This is not useless, this is extremely useful!"

He Cen drooped his delicate eyebrows and said, "But I can't even keep the merits for you. I originally said I would give you a surprise, but now I have turned it into a surprise."

"It takes a lot of merit to ascend to heaven. I really don't know when I will be able to accumulate it."

Jun Chao comforted him, "The cultivation of the Great Dao is not an easy task. You don't have to worry about us, and you don't have to worry about us."

"Besides, taking away your merits may also be a reminder to us that we can't just rely on you. Heaven will not allow you, a sword spirit, to cheat for us."

"Merits must be accumulated bit by bit. Even if you want to give us what you have gained, I'm afraid we can't accept it."

Wen Qing and Bo Lou also nodded, "Jun Chao is right. When you are in the secret realm, you cannot enter the palace. I think He He will not be able to help us if we face these tests alone."

"Although the merits of the teachers and others are accumulated slowly, it is not completely hopeless. There is still a long way to go, and we can accumulate little by little to make a lot."

Several masters comforted him, and He Cen certainly would not remain depressed forever. He just felt a little unwilling to accept that all his merits had been eaten up by it without any benefit at all.

We, the little sword spirits, are not willing to suffer this huge loss.

"I know. You don't need to persuade me. I'm not depressed. Give me the book and I'll study it."

"This little thing has taken so much of my merit, it should at least give me something in return, right? I don't like being taken advantage of."