Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

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A person with a kind and soft heart does not fit the criteria for Wu Ping's ideal candidate for management. He doesn't want to wait until he returns to the end of the world and looks up.

Oh, why is there a change in personnel?

Who are you?

Well, this will be interesting.

Cao Ke and the others also understand this principle.

They start slaughtering.

Some people still resist.

Wu Ping immediately slaps them.

Other people's slaps may only result in swelling, but his slap is the kind that would make someone's head explode.

Some time passes.

Wu Ping contemplates as he looks at the tragic scene on this low building.

Bodies are scattered everywhere, blood flowing like a river.

Although...

He is called a killer.

But how did he manage to kill them all?

Oh well, it doesn't matter. They're all useless anyway, and some even rebelled. Keeping them is pointless and a waste of his food.

"I... I'm sorry."

Cao Ke and the others also feel a bit sorry.

It seems like they realized what they have done.

After venting their anger, they killed them all???

"It doesn't matter if they die, there are still survivors up there, right?"

"I leave it to you, and this zombie, preserve it in formalin for me, don't let it spoil!!!"

Cao Ke nods, "Okay."

Wu Ping jumps up from the ground and leaps onto the rooftop of the high building.

He can't wait any longer.

On the rooftop.

He takes out three semi-spirit stones from his storage bag and places them in front of him.

Wu Ping activates the spiritual power within his body.

The Soul Refining Flag dances in the wind.

The inhuman roar spreads throughout the entire campus.

These are the souls of hundreds of zombies, including the soul of a tyrant.

The sound scared Cao Ke and the others, causing them to tremble.

They are all too familiar with it.

They have been riding on these things all the way here.

At the same time, they are curious about what Wu Ping is doing.

Or rather, who is he?

On the rooftop.

The spiritual power within Wu Ping is rapidly depleting.

One by one, the wandering souls in the air are refined by him into evil spirits and thrown into the Soul Refining Flag.

As more and more evil spirits are thrown in,

the Soul Refining Flag becomes more delicate and mysterious.

Gradually, the spiritual power within Wu Ping is exhausted.

There's no other way.

He can only pick up spirit stones to replenish the spiritual power within him.

These cannot be delayed.

If they scatter, it would be a waste, and Wu Ping absolutely does not allow himself to waste anything.

The three and a half spirit stones he just saved up are completely depleted overnight.

Until the last soul of the tyrant is refined into the commander of the evil spirits in the Summoning Flag.

Wu Ping drains the last trace of spiritual power within him.

The three to four meter tall tyrant evil spirit stands before him.

Clad in armor.

Much more ferocious than when it was alive.

Meanwhile, in the classrooms of the teaching building.

This place has already been transformed into a simulated room by Xu Ziming.

The walls of several classrooms have even been knocked down.

A bed that is so dirty it's indescribable is placed in the center.

After a night, Cao Ke and the others have done the work of a group of people.

But their attitude is somewhat annoying to the three of them.

How should I put it?

They're taking advantage a bit too much.

Just like this person in front of us.

"So, will we have something to eat later?"

"What? Dig zombie crystals? I'm scared, I don't want to go!!!"

"Ah, now that you're all good, clinging onto someone's thigh, doing whatever you want. It's not like when Xu Ziming was here, at least we could just sit back and relax, without having to dig any zombie crystals."

Cao Ke listened and felt a bit annoyed.

Would they dare to say these things to Xu Ziming before?

No, they wouldn't!

Then why do they dare to say these things in front of her?

She represents Wu Ping.

Xu Ziming is a bad person, does that mean Wu Ping is a good person?

Even if Wu Ping is a good person, should good people be held at gunpoint?

Should good people be negotiated with?

Cao Ling couldn't contain her anger: "Do you think we're negotiating with you?"

"Are you going to attack us too? We're all girls. Xu Ziming made things difficult for us, and now you want to make things difficult for us too. Yes, you're clean, you haven't been touched by Xu Ziming, but what's wrong with us being touched?!"

"We also want to stay alive."

"You said 'he' is a good person, then why do we have to go out and dig zombie crystals? We're all girls, how can we do these things?!"

Good person?

Is Wu Ping a good person?

He should answer that himself.

Bang!!

The door was kicked open.

Wu Ping slowly walked in from outside.

The classroom instantly fell silent.

"Go ahead, keep screaming. Why aren't you screaming anymore?"

"Did I give you face? Letting you know now that you're a person??"

Wu Ping had a faint smile on his face.

The woman shrunk back.

She didn't dare to respond.

"No, why do you think I'm an easy person to talk to?"

"Or maybe they didn't explain it clearly enough?"

"Huh?!"

"Am I discussing with you?"

"No, no, no, I'm informing you. Xu Feifei, what floor is this?"

Xu Feifei replied, "The tenth floor."

"The tenth floor, huh? Even if she falls, who knows if she'll die. Throw her down and see, and those loudmouths from earlier, annoying, always making noise."

"Okay!!"

Xu Feifei stood up.

She approached and grabbed the woman's leg, lifting her up without caring about her pleas, screams, or struggles.

She threw her out of the window directly.

And the remaining few,

They kept begging for mercy, saying they won't do it again in the future.

They even said they would do whatever Wu Ping asked them to do.

The general idea was to please Wu Ping with their bodies.

He almost vomited.

Dirty and smelly, hair tangled on top of their heads, not an ounce of flesh on their bodies.

What were they thinking?

Wu Ping didn't understand.

After all the ones who had been thrown down earlier,

Wu Ping leaned on the windowsill and said, "Look, this is the willpower of a person. This is the tenth floor, yet they can still struggle for a while after falling. So who doesn't want to live?"

"Isn't that right?"

He turned around, opened his arms, facing everyone.

"So, staying alive is the most important thing. We should emphasize gender equality. Just because you're a woman, or she's a woman, does that mean anything? Why can't women do the same work as men?"

"But please, don't let me hear such words again. You don't lack arms or legs. I understand if you're sick or something, but if anyone causes trouble for me without reason, I'll punish her severely."

"Of course, I'm not interested in your bodies. At the very least, I'll let you live like human beings, with dignity. I hope you can find your own dignity."

"However, I might be a bit more cruel than that person called Xu Ziming."

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