Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

Just like that, the word spread from person to person.

The entire city of Nanyang knows about this person named Wu Ping.

Some people say, "Wu Ping is eight feet tall, with arms like a running horse, and a face like iron teeth and bronze teeth. He looks like a demon from heaven!"

There are also people who say, "Nonsense, Wu Shangren's appearance is inherited from the Deng family. He has a dignified and handsome appearance."

For ordinary gangsters, most people tend to think of them as ugly and fierce.

But the rumors about Wu Ping in the city of Nanyang are too mysterious.

Unexpectedly, he became a laborer, tall and talented, born into a poor family, survived a massacre by bandits, and became a miserable person.

Excessive fright caused some minor flaws in his character.

That's why his personality is like this.

Compared to his ugly and fierce appearance, this version of the story is more entertaining.

And this version is the most widely spread.

By the time Wu Ping woke up, it was already afternoon.

He was sitting in the main hall of the Deng family.

He could hear constant shouts from outside, "The Pei family from the West City presents a pair of jade ruyi, along with some silver, to congratulate the Deng family."

"The Xiao family from the East City presents a golden Buddha statue, along with some silver, to congratulate the Deng family."

"The Nan City..."

Although they were all congratulating the Deng family,

everyone who entered the hall bowed to Wu Ping first.

"A small gift for Wu Shangren, as a sign of respect."

This was the head of the Pei family.

"Wu Shangren is truly outstanding and admirable. Today, I can finally meet you and fulfill an old man's regret. This is a small gift, please don't mind."

"Wu Shangren, I have long heard of your famous name. A person with such temperament is truly rare in the world. This small gift is just a token of our meeting, it may seem humble, but please don't take offense."

One gift after another was handed to Wu Ping.

He exclaimed in confusion, "Ah?"

The hall instantly fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared at him.

Their faces turned pale.

Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

Wu Ping felt like he had missed something.

Wasn't it just a nap?

He woke up and it's not even mealtime yet, and everyone is rushing to bring gifts?

Could it be?

Wu Ping frowned slightly as he looked at the people around him.

Is there a conspiracy?

No, this doesn't seem like a conspiracy.

What are they afraid of?

Strange.

Are people in this world all so timid?

First, it was the disciples of Qingfeng Sect, and now it's the heads of these families.

He saw a few of them trembling in fear.

Although Wu Ping didn't understand, he spoke to ease the tense atmosphere: "It's nothing, just slept for a day and haven't fully woken up yet, you can continue."

After saying this, the atmosphere relaxed slightly.

At this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Since they entered, they felt the oppressive aura emanating from Wu Ping, as if facing a natural enemy.

It made them shudder.

Everyone could only explain in their hearts that this must be the feeling that comes from someone who has killed too many people, something that we, as ordinary people, can only feel!!!

And the lingering smell of blood and killing intent on Wu Ping's body further confirmed their thoughts.

Everyone firmly believed in this speculation.

They all replied in unison: The majesty of a strong person!

Glasses were raised and exchanged at the banquet.

Facing everyone's enthusiasm, although Wu Ping was puzzled, he didn't know what to say.

And he also received gifts.

He had previously opened and checked them.

Inside, there were more or less several pieces of spirit stones, silver tickets, and similar things.

What should he do?

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person.

Although he was confused.

But there are benefits, not accepting them for free, and even wanting to receive more.

He is currently in urgent need of spirit stones.

This trip down the mountain turned out to be profitable.

It was late at night when they finally dispersed.

Inside the Deng family mansion.

Four people sat around.

"Martial Master, when should we go back? I'll listen to you," Du Yucui asked with a smile.

Since their unpleasant first meeting,

She has been increasingly admiring Wu Ping.

That's how the demonic sect is.

Only the strong have dignity.

"I remember our mission to leave the mountain had a deadline of seven days, right?"

"Yes."

Wushuang Qing responded from the side.

Wu Ping pondered in his heart.

Now that he doesn't lack spirit stones anymore, and there's no need to update his cultivation techniques, why hurry back?

The later he goes back, the better he can explain his sudden surge in cultivation.

At least breakthrough to the Soul Ascension Realm before returning to the foot of the mountain.

"I might not hurry back for now. I have my own things to do. You can go back first."

It's not convenient to be with them at all.

It's better to act alone.

Upon hearing Wu Ping's words,

The three of them speculated in their hearts about what he was up to.

Although curious, they didn't dare to ask.

They could only say okay.

That night,

Wu Ping quietly left the Deng family.

The fewer people who knew his whereabouts, the safer he would be.

Maintaining a sense of mystery is the key to survival.

At least that's what Wu Ping wanted.

Things like being invincible or having an indomitable heart in novels have nothing to do with him.

Whoever wants to show off can go ahead.

Anyway, he's not going.

But the idea is good.

However, on this journey out of the city, Wu Ping's name has been ringing in his ears.

It's as if overnight, his reputation has spread throughout the entire Nanyang Prefecture.

Many people even call him the rising star of the demonic path.

This is damn annoying.

Wu Ping's face turned pale with anger!

He didn't even make a move!

What else does he have to do!!

It's already come to this!

"So annoying, clearly Han Guang and Wushuang Qing contributed the most, what does it have to do with me?!"

But complaints aside.

He also understood something.

Why did the masters of the Nanyang Prefecture come to his door one by one to give him gifts.

Were they scared?

Why are people in this world so cowardly?

How can they cultivate immortality with such small courage?

Although Wu Ping accepted the benefits, his reputation spread outside.

He found a hill to enjoy the moon and drink.

Wu Ping's personality is just fond of doing such things.

But the next morning.

Wu Ping found that he seemed to have lost his memory. He clearly drank on the mountain last night???

"Have you heard? There was an incident in Shuixiang last night, Bai Li killed everyone, not a single person left alive!"

"Of course I heard, and according to reliable information, someone saw evil spirits everywhere that day. It is speculated that it was the work of that demonic star Wu Ping."

"For what? It should be to refine his Soul Refining Flag."

"And the water bandits in Shuixiang didn't deny it!"

Bang!!!

The bowl in Wu Ping's hand on the adjacent table was crushed.

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