Mortals get a golden finger for immortal cultivation every year

"Your Majesty, please don't be angry. Actually, my father sent me here for another reason. He hopes that Your Majesty can take me as your disciple and teach me the great supernatural power of cultivating spiritual strength."

The Rakshasa princess directly stated that her main purpose in being on the battlefield of the Holy War of Merit was to become Zhao Shuang's disciple.

"Your father has quite the idea, actually wanting me to take you as my disciple. Why should I take you as my disciple? If you were willing to be my woman, perhaps there would be some possibility, but to take you as my disciple and impart the Great Dao Divine Power to you is wishful thinking on your father's part. No, it's not even wishful thinking; it's more like his head has been squeezed by a door. Although I don't know what could have squeezed his head, it's undeniable that it's definitely a case of his head being squeezed by a door. How could he even have such an idea? Doesn't he know that what I hate most are the beings of your Hell Realm? Of course, I hate the undead even more, you could say I hate them utterly. I want to..." "I'll slap them all to death. Who told me I'm now a Kunlun Realm person, right? The Hell Realm is definitely 'meritorious' in the way Kunlun Realm has become. You might not be the main culprit, but you're certainly instrumental. The main culprit is the Heaven Realm. Even so, I won't let you off easily. Don't you understand? If you don't understand, go ask your father what he's thinking. Does he even know the truth of what happened back then? If he does, then don't waste your breath talking to me. As for him becoming my disciple, I advise him to give up on that idea."

Zhao Shuang's words were blunt and even revealed murderous intent, which was completely undisguised. However, the Rakshasa princess showed no worry or fear, and instead smiled and said...

"But Father said that the Heavenly King will soon be coming to our Hell Realm to cultivate, so if he could become my teacher, he would definitely gain a very high status in the Hell Realm. Although the Heavenly King was once a god, ruling over the heavens of both the Heavenly Court and the Hell Realm, he is now only a Saint. Perhaps after arriving in the Hell Realm, the Heavenly King could become a Saint King or a Great Saint, but his status would still be lower than before. Therefore, I hope that the Heavenly King can agree to Father's conditions. If the Heavenly King agrees, then our Rakshasa Clan will definitely treat the Heavenly King as the most honored guest, and his status will definitely not be inferior to Father's. I wonder what the Heavenly King thinks?"

"I will indeed go to your Hell Realm to cultivate; that's inevitable. After all, your Hell Realm is still somewhat useful to me. I will definitely go there to cultivate; it's a given for me. So you don't need to waste your breath here. As for status, ask your father. How many gods in the entire Hell Realm dare to attack me? How many gods want to attack me? Do they dare? Will they? How much they fear me—you can ask them all. If you don't believe me, or if you think you're capable of dealing with me, if you think you can manipulate me, a former ruler of the heavens, with your intelligence, then go ahead and try. I'll then tell you a simple truth: any scheme or trick is a joke in the face of absolute power, and you're just a clown. So to avoid becoming a clown, you'd better not try anything..." "Schemes and tactics are useless against me. Once you attack me, once I face the threat of death, I will restore everything to its former state. At that time, not only you, but even your father will be doomed. I may lack other abilities, but tearing your entire Rakshasa clan to pieces and erasing you from the ten races of Hell is no problem for me. I can do that. The ten races of Hell are not fixed, nor are they immutable. They are simply the ten strongest races, and your Rakshasa clan is merely one of the bottom three. The bottom three races are living beings. Don't forget that you and the undead races of Hell are irreconcilable enemies. Therefore, you'd better not try any more tricks or schemes. You came to this battlefield of the Holy War of Merit not for me, nor because of your father's orders, but to obtain the inheritance of the gods."

"But I can tell you, now that I'm here, it's impossible. So if you want to live, if you want to leave this world alive and return to your Rakshasa clan to continue being your high and mighty princess, then you'd better get out of here right now. If you don't get out and instead try to pull some tricks, then I can tell you, you'll die a horrible death. Even if your father speaks up, I won't let you leave this world alive. So, do you have anything else to say?"

Looking at the Rakshasa princess's somewhat pale face, Zhao Shuang felt very pleased.

Although this princess is very intelligent, one could say she is among the most intelligent people known, for Zhao Shuang, no matter how intelligent she is, she cannot compare to absolute strength.

Moreover, he had no interest in this princess whatsoever. At most, she was just a little pretty, which made him somewhat more pleasing to the eye, which was why he was talking so much nonsense. If she were ugly, he would have slapped her.

For example, the Stone Clan would basically slap him whenever they saw him, because he was really not good-looking and they found him particularly unpleasant to look at.

"I understand everything Your Majesty has said, but I also hope that Your Majesty can carefully consider everything I said earlier. Rest assured, Your Majesty, I will not leave the battlefield of the Holy War of Merit. After all, this Holy War of Merit involves far too many things, and I will not leave easily. I hope Your Majesty will understand. If I am not strong enough and am killed by Your Majesty, it will be my bad luck, and I will not blame Your Majesty."

The Rakshasa princess spoke with her smile undiminished.

“Blame me? Ask your father if he has the guts to blame me. If he did, he would be dead already. So you’d better not mention those two words again. No god in your hell realm is qualified to blame me. Not even those old guys are qualified to say that. They are not worthy to say that they want to blame me. They are not qualified.”

"Since you want to stay on the battlefield of this Holy War of Merit, then I can only wish you good luck. Remember, don't even think about doing anything to me. You don't have the strength, the ability, or the skill. The reason I'm telling you all this is firstly because you're good-looking and pleasing to the eye; secondly, out of respect for your father; thirdly, because you're a space controller; and fourthly, because I'm bored right now and need to kill some guys to vent my anger, and the people you brought are enough for me to vent my anger."

After saying this, Zhao Shuang slapped her across the face, and all the Rakshasa clan members nearby were wiped out without a single one remaining. With just one slap, he had annihilated the entire Rakshasa clan. This scene caused the Rakshasa princess's expression to change drastically.

She truly hadn't expected Zhao Shuang to be so cold-blooded and ruthless, showing absolutely no respect for the Rakshasa clan and completely disregarding them. This was something she couldn't accept, something she found unacceptable. But no matter how unacceptable it was, there was nothing she could do.

Because she was no match for Zhao Shuang at all. There was no way she could be Zhao Shuang's opponent. The difference between the two in terms of status, identity, and strength was enormous, even though she was a space controller.

"Alright, I've said what I needed to say, done what I needed to do, and vented my anger. Now, if you want to stay, then stay. I have other matters to attend to; I need to find other people. So, you can continue to stay here, but there's one thing I hope you understand. Don't even think about annihilating the people of my Kunlun Realm. Remember, never even think about it. If you do, I will make your Rakshasa clan pay a hundredfold, including you. Remember, if anyone close to me is harmed, or if you kill them, then when I restore everything, I will dismantle your Rakshasa clan." "Whether your Rakshasa clan can still be one of the ten clans of Hell then depends on your Rakshasa clan's abilities. If you can't, it only means your Rakshasa clan is weak."

After saying this, Zhao Shuang didn't care what the Rakshasa princess thought, and simply turned and left, showing no intention of continuing the conversation. He needed to find someone, and if he didn't find them now, he might not be able to later, so he had to hurry and find them.

Although the Rakshasa princess was furious about everything Zhao Shuang said, there was nothing she could do, because she knew very well that she had no power to fight back. She could only coldly watch Zhao Shuang's figure disappear.

"Even if you are the gods, so what? That was in the past. Now you are still just a saint."

Although she uttered these words with immense resentment, the Rakshasa princess knew very well that she absolutely could not lay a hand on Zhao Shuang.

Otherwise, she would be courting death, and her family would not forgive her.

Her father would not have spared her then, as it would have been tantamount to offending a future deity. Under such circumstances, she could not bear the consequences, so she could only suppress her anger and murderous intent, keeping this hatred in her heart, waiting for an opportunity, waiting until she had enough strength.

Zhao Shuang was well aware of the Rakshasa princess's thoughts, but he did not blame her or kill her to prevent future troubles; he would not do such a thing.

No matter what, she was a princess of the Rakshasa clan, and he couldn't simply kill her unless she truly wanted him dead. In that case, killing her would be perfectly reasonable. However, killing her now would be inappropriate, since he still had to go to the Hell Realm in the future. Directly offending a race from the Hell Realm was not a good thing. Although he didn't particularly like the races of the Hell Realm, he still had to go.

After leaving the Rakshasa princess, Zhao Shuang began to exterminate the other Rakshasa. To him, the other Rakshasa were no different from ants; he could kill many with a slap or a finger. It could be said that no Rakshasa who encountered him could leave alive, regardless of gender. This caused his merit points to increase at an unimaginable speed, successfully entering the Heavenly Court's Merit Ranking, and rising rapidly at lightning speed. After all, there were simply too many Rakshasa in this Merit Holy War, which meant they were all merit points to him. Such a large number of merit points made the gods of the Heavenly Court look extremely ugly.

They were the ones who most wanted Zhao Shuang to suffer misfortune, even to die on this battlefield of merit-based holy war, but they also knew that it was almost impossible to do so, so they could only watch helplessly as Zhao Shuang's merit points increased more and more.

This made their faces grow increasingly dark. After all, Zhao Shuang's merit points were inextricably linked to the Guanghan Realm; the more merit points Zhao Shuang accumulated, the higher the Guanghan Realm's merit points would be. Under these circumstances, the Guanghan Realm was very likely to win first place in this Merit Holy War. Once the Guanghan Realm won first place, it would no longer be a battlefield for the Merit Holy War. As for other worlds, they didn't care at all. Worlds of that level were not worthy of their attention. The reason they cared about the Guanghan Realm was firstly because of the Moon Goddess, secondly because of Zhao Shuang, and thirdly because the Guanghan Realm had once been an ally of the Kunlun Realm.

They wanted to make all the worlds and forces in the Heavenly Court that had ties with the Kunlun Realm understand one thing: offending them would not end well. However, Zhao Shuang's appearance ruined their plans, making it seem like their scheme had failed at the last minute.

This fueled their hatred for Zhao Shuang to the extreme, but no matter how much they hated him, it was futile. They couldn't kill Zhao Shuang, at least not openly, because doing so would mean certain death, and the consequences for their Heavenly Realm would be far too great.

Even a large number of gods might die, and the Heavenly Realm might lose its status as the ruler of the world. It might be replaced by other worlds, and by then, it will be too late for them to regret it.

Under these circumstances, they wouldn't do anything so foolish, so they could only watch helplessly as Zhao Shuang's merit points accumulated. (End of Chapter)