"Void Turtle Head Inkstone?!"
Yao Wudi couldn't help but open his eyes slightly, staring at the inkstone in his hand.
The ink turtle was lying on the inkstone, biting into the void, with ink flowing slowly within the inkstone.
He could feel that this ink had significant benefits for the Dharma Marks on his body.
However, this wasn't what he was focused on.
"My good disciple, where did he get twenty thousand merits?!"
Surprise and confusion were clear in Yao Wudi's eyes.
Twenty thousand merits were more than just twenty thousand Spirit Stones. Even for him, a Nascent Soul Cultivator, it wasn't easy to obtain.
The reward for defeating the first holy child of the primitive Demonic Sect, a mission that was a life-and-death ordeal for most Nascent Soul Cultivators, was no more than thirty thousand merits.
It shows how precious merits are.
However, Wang Ba somehow got hold of twenty thousand merits and prepared a treasure that could heal his injuries.
"This kid..."