After traversing to the apocalypse, I am extremely delighted as a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 20: Don’t worry, I’ve got the tightest mouth

This so-called making an example of a chicken was like this. There were still more than 20 people left, each obediently complying. Cao Ke and the three of them, being the strongest among them, were called aside by Wu Ping.

Wu Ping said, “I don’t care if you have your territories or seek cooperation, but I need to see someone in charge, and you’ve witnessed my methods. Don’t think about running. I can find you anywhere on this Earth, understand?”

The three nodded together. Running? Where could they possibly go after witnessing Wu Ping’s methods and considering the apocalyptic world? As for Wu Ping’s mention of the three-point world, they had no such thoughts, but his words planted seeds in their hearts.

Wu Ping took out a bunch of food and drink for them, saying, “I’m leaving now. Maybe you can manage things independently by the time I come back.” As he spoke, Wu Ping was about to leave to find a place to return to the Immortal Cultivation Realm. The lack of spiritual power in this body was uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Xu Feifei asked, “What’s your name?” The Cao Ke sisters couldn’t help but admire her courage.

“My name is Wu Ping.” After speaking, Wu Ping jumped off the high-rise building, disappearing before their eyes.

In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, feeling the aura constantly entering his body, Wu Ping felt revitalised. Despite the cost of three and a half spirit stones and a depletion of spiritual power during his trip to the end of the world, the gains were immense.

The Blood Flame technique reached perfection, turning blood-red, and the soul-refining streamer became a medium-grade magic weapon. He also harvested the soul of a tyrant zombie, refining it into a commander-in-chief of evil spirits. His physical fitness and abilities experienced a significant boost.

Taking a long breath, Wu Ping absorbed the aura with the soul-swallowing method. Eating zombie souls enhanced his strength until dawn broke, reaching the eighth level of attracting the spirit within a few days. Acknowledging that the demon cultivation technique suited him perfectly, Wu Ping marvelled at its fast repair and potent combat effectiveness. The drawbacks were skillfully avoided using the differences between the two worlds.

However, mental fatigue couldn’t be remedied by cultivation alone. Wu Ping slept under the quilt, not immediately realising the impact of his strong bloody aura.

After dawn, Deng Shuangjiang, Wushuang Qing, and others hesitated outside the door. The strong smell of blood emanated from the room. Cultivators with heightened perception could detect the overwhelming demonic aura.

The hundreds of zombies burned by Wu Ping’s blood flame technique added to the nauseating scent. Deng Shuangjiang and Wushuang Qing were relieved they hadn’t entered the room last night, fearing the consequences. They wondered what Wu Ping did this time.

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And perhaps Wu Ping went out last night. How else could the room reek so heavily of blood? Deng Shuangjiang wasn’t a fool either. He could still discern such a rich taste. “Could it be that the subordinate with no foresight clashed with this one last night? Got caught and devoured?”

He contemplates further, shaking his head and turning to the three Wushuang Qing: “Gentlemen, shall we still be referred to as Martial Immortal Masters?”

Did you call?

What do you call it?

Call for your life.

Listening to the uniform breathing in the room, they were soundly asleep. “If the Deng family deems it acceptable, you can give it a shot,” Du Yucui’s irrelevant remark added a levity.

Deng Shuangjiang’s face turned pale: “Then forget it. It seems Master Wu had a tiring night. Let’s eat first. When Master Wu awakens, someone will notify us.”

A few heads turn, departing without looking back, fearing they might be too slow. And after last night, the news of the Zhang family’s destruction had spread throughout Nanyang Mansion. However, being an independent entity, the Deng family wasn’t the subject of the most intense discussions.

The most fervent talks centre around Wu Ping.

That guy had been through highs and lows. Although Wu Ping practised demon cultivation, news of the Demon Cultivation posed a death threat. But in this world, iron-headed fools were never in short supply.

“Let me tell you, don’t tell others. Do you know about the Zhang family? It got wiped out.”

“What? Was the Zhang family obliterated? When did it happen? Is it the Zhang family in Dongcheng?”

The two exchange whispers in the teahouse. Someone pats his thigh: “It’s the Zhang family, just last night. The Deng family being wiped out is inconsequential. The crucial thing is that my brother-in-law is a soldier of the Deng family. He told me last night… what? Can summon hundreds of living souls and evil spirits with a wave of his hand. This new supporter of the Deng family is likely an outer disciple of the Blood Rain Sect.”

“An outer disciple, but the inner disciple shouldn’t be far away. Just listen, don’t tell others.”

“Don’t worry, I have the tightest lips.”

Then this person turned to another: “Did you hear that the Deng family was destroyed?”

Another person: “What is Deng family? The Zhang family got destroyed, and the Deng family did it.”

“Yes, yes, look at my anxious talk.”

“What are you nervous about? This is common knowledge.”

“No, you know one thing but not the other. Do you know who this Wu Ping is?”

“Wu Ping? Never heard of him. Is he a talented young hero from our Nanyang Prefecture city?”

“Nonsense. We’d all be doomed if someone like that emerged in Nanyang Prefecture’s city. Wasn’t the Zhang family always suppressing the Deng family?”

“Ah, yes, what’s the matter?”

“It’s because the Deng family enlisted Wu Ping, a martial artist from the Blood Rain Sect. Wu Ping is fierce and ruthless, wielding a soul-refining streamer that can summon thousands of souls and evil spirits. With a shake of the streamer, the Zhang family is gone. I heard the Zhang family turned into a hellish sea of blood. That’s a true sect demon who devours people without leaving a trace!”

The person hearing the news looks surprised: “Wait, a trick with thousands of evil spirits? How many people must be killed for it to work?”

“Why not? Let me ask you, did you see any members of the Zhang family escaping?”

The man shook his head and said, “No.”

“Then let me ask you again, did you see the Zhang family carrying out any of their bodies?”

“Neither…”

“There you go. They were all torn apart by the evil spirits of the living souls. It was miserable. Terrible. When they died, not even their corpses were left. All are eaten by the evil spirits under Wu Ping. Maybe not a thousand, but close to it.”

“So that’s what happened!”

“I’m telling you, don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.”