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

Chapter 35: Kill Wu Feng, want to kill Wu Kongsheng

The scent of blood, evil spirits, and a murderous aura surrounded Wu Ping, but he was unfazed. He was accustomed to the chaotic and zombie-infested world of the Doomsday Realm, where death was common. The heavy atmosphere did not bother him, much like how one might not notice their own sweat after a workout. However, those around him perceived him differently. They felt they were facing a mighty beast, solely due to Wu Ping’s overwhelming presence.

Several onlookers, dressed as inner disciples, observed Wu Ping’s departure and couldn’t help but comment on his aura.

“This is another kind of character.”

“I expected to see something interesting but didn’t anticipate encountering such an ominous figure. This isn’t just a star. He could be named the Killing Star or the Evil Star. He might surpass the second brother, Wu Qi.”

“You’re overthinking it. I’ve been at the inner door for a long time, and Brother Wu Qi was the one we witnessed rising. He didn’t kill as many people outside as Wu Ping. The bloody aura around him is almost fully formed.”

“I’m starting to doubt if I’m still practising demon cultivation. Compared to Wu Ping, I feel like I’m a good person. At least, I’ve killed less than one-tenth of his tally.”

“Wu Ping is ruthless. It won’t be long before he gets promoted to the inner gate. The encounter between the Evil Star and the Magic Star is intriguing!”

Upon reaching the sect, Wu Ping encountered Wu Kongsheng, who approached angrily but hesitated upon closer inspection. The strong smell of blood emanating from Wu Ping was overwhelming, leaving Wu Kongsheng intimidated.

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“You…”

“What’s wrong?” Wu Ping raised an eyebrow.

“If you dare to return, I’ll make you taste my Brother Kongsheng’s power today!” Wu Feng threatened, limping towards Wu Ping, visibly angry.

Wu Ping, unfazed, raised his hand and slammed it to the ground, causing Wu Feng to faint instantly with broken bones and severe internal injuries.

“Wu Ping, are you going too far!?” Wu Kongsheng, holding a white jade bottle, summoned the courage to confront Wu Ping.

“Indeed, I’m going too far. Any objections?” Wu Ping replied fearlessly. Being in the realm of soul ascension and soon to be an inner disciple, he had little regard for an outer disciple like Wu Kongsheng.

“Wu Ping! It depends on the owner to beat the dog!” Wu Kongsheng exclaimed.

Wu Ping raised his foot and crushed Wu Feng’s head with a click.

“You’re mistaken. It’s not about beating a dog or killing a dog. How about you?” Wu Ping retorted.

“Well, well, Wu Ping, daring to harm a fellow disciple openly. Today, I will apprehend you and bring you to the law enforcement hall for punishment!”

Urged by the aura, Wu Kongsheng attempted to use the power of magic against Wu Ping, with the white jade bottle in his hand about to fall. However, having crushed Wu Kongsheng physically in cultivation and experience, Wu Ping was not about to let him take the initiative.

With a swift motion, Wu Ping raised his hand, and the white jade bottle in Wu Kongsheng’s grasp fell into his hand. “The middle-grade magic weapon, the soul-calling bottle, is a good thing,” Wu Ping remarked. The soul bottle had a similar effect to the purple-gold-red gourd in Journey to the West. The user could inhale their soul by calling the other party’s name. This was a self-defence tool his father gave Wu Kongsheng in the Blood Rain Sect.

Wu Ping had the perfect solution for such a magic weapon – his soul-refining streamer. It was not only easy to dissipate but also prone to being shredded and devoured by the zombies and evil spirits within it. Now that he had the soul-calling bottle, he could conveniently refine the living souls he encountered without worry.

Wu Kongsheng, desperate, demanded, “Give it back to me!” Wu Ping, looking mocking, replied, “Give it back to you? Why should I give it back to you?”

“This is my treasure bottle, Wu Ping. Give it back, and I won’t pursue today’s events,” Wu Kongsheng pleaded.

Wu Ping scoffed, “Nonsense. This is mine. When did it become yours? Why do you want to snatch my magic weapon? You’re audacious, daring to snatch the same magic weapon in daylight. Prepare to pay with your life!”

Wu Ping didn’t want to waste time arguing. He knew keeping such a person around might lead to trouble, and it was better to conclude matters today. Wu Kongsheng continued to plead, but Wu Ping dismissed his pleas.

With a mana surge, Wu Ping prepared to unleash a lethal attack. However, a commanding voice rang out before he could do so: “Stop!”

A white palm print shattered Wu Ping’s mana and struck him directly. Remarkably, Wu Ping didn’t evade or dodge. The palm print hit him like a gentle breeze, leaving his clothes intact. Wu Ping gracefully landed, positioning himself in front of Wu Kongsheng.

Onlookers exclaimed, “Sister Xue is here!”

The crowd speculated on why Senior Sister Xue would protect Wu Kongsheng. They soon learned that Wu Kongsheng was favoured by Elder Qin and had the opportunity to become a named disciple. Sister Xue, a direct disciple of Elder Qin, naturally stepped in to protect him.

As the unfolding scene garnered attention, some wondered what sparks would fly between the fierce Wu Ping and the seasoned Senior Sister Xuexuan. Amidst the discussion, concerns were raised about Wu Ping’s fate after killing a fellow disciple, possibly facing consequences in the law enforcement hall.

However, a new possibility emerged in the conversation: what if Wu Ping broke through the realm of soul ascension? Scepticism arose, as many believed Wu Ping, having entered the Blood Rain Sect not long ago, couldn’t possibly surpass the more seasoned Wu Kongsheng in terms of talent.