Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

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Money is placed on the table.

The sky drizzles, it seems that the sun will not rise today.

Pedestrians in the rain hurry by, but two people remain calm and unhurried.

Walking in the rain, not a drop of water touches them.

As if avoiding something that fell from the sky, the two of them.

There is a corner at the turn.

Wu Ping finally arrived at the courtyard from her memory.

Looking from afar.

On a rainy day, someone sits under the eaves, gazing into the distance, gently massaging their calves, with anticipation in their eyes and wounds on their face.

Wu Ping doesn't know how to describe her current mood.

It's strange, she can't put it into words.

Yet, she feels envious.

She approaches without saying a word.

The person sitting under the eaves looks at someone walking in the rain.

Their expression seems unnatural.

But soon, a look of resignation and desolation appears.

As if giving up something.

The courtyard door is pushed open.

Wu Hualin speaks word by word, "It's all for you, all for you. What more do you want?"

The man speaks angrily!

He looks up.

The middle-aged man's eyes instantly turn red.

He saw a figure in the rain, the person he had been thinking about day and night.

He couldn't believe it, his lips trembling: "Wu... is it my son, Wu Ping?"

Wu Ping still lowered his head. He couldn't resist such emotions. He had imagined this moment a thousand times, but it still felt unreal.

"Father, it's me."

Wu's father slowly stood up, his body struggling to maintain balance and almost falling.

Wu Ping hurriedly went forward to support him.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Your mother has been talking about you since the day you left. She went out early today, so she's not here. Have you eaten?"

Speaking of this...

Wu's father seemed to remember something.

He said in a low voice, "My son, Wu Ping, when did you meet the Third Prince?"

The atmosphere became heavy.

Wu Ping didn't answer that question, but asked, "Father, how did your leg end up like this?"

The man's face stiffened.

He remembered what the Third Prince had said.

Uncle, Brother Wu is really something now. When he comes back, he will surely surprise you...

"That steward from the Wu family took a liking to our shop and wanted to buy it at a low price. I refused, so we had a conflict. Later, he reported it to the officials and colluded with them. They tortured me, and that's how my leg ended up like this..."

"Fortunately, the Third Prince intervened in time, rescued me from prison, and invited the imperial physician to treat my injuries. The physician said that I was weak and couldn't tolerate strong medicine, so he gave me a secret medicine. It stopped the pain immediately, but it made me feel numb. His Highness said it was normal. Once the numbness subsides, not only will my injuries heal, but my body will also become stronger."

"And what about that official?" Wu Ping asked again.

"He was captured by the Third Prince and left a message for me, saying that you would understand. He's waiting at any time."

The Third Prince...

Wu Ping shook his head.

This Third Prince really knows how to handle things.

As for the matter of his own father, Wu Ping estimated that it probably wasn't done by the third prince.

No need.

One bow after another, Wu Ping saw sincerity.

The Wu family???

Why do they have to seek death?

Although he was nervous today, his mood was originally quite good.

He sat down next to his father.

The familiar yet unfamiliar father and son began to chat.

Wu Ping didn't hide anything and directly talked about what had happened during this period, selecting some things that needed to be said.

At least let his father understand how strong his son is now.

Instead of worrying about him.

Wu Ping doesn't like it when someone worries about him.

At the same time.

Within the Zhu family's high court.

"This Wu Ping is really unfilial, first killing the direct bloodline, and then causing the supply quota for the branch line under the princess to be reduced by half. He's simply a disaster!!!"

"That's right, why not ask the family head to be a witness and expel Wu Ping from the branch line!!"

"Are you stupid? Wu Ping is now the most prominent figure in the Blood Rain Sect, and he's known as the Demon Fiend Twin Stars with Wu Qi. Do you think the family head would kick out such a genius?"

"But, Second Steward, you had conflicts with Wu Ping's father before, and even broke his leg. Wu Ping has risen to prominence in the Blood Rain Sect, he's cruel and has killed countless people. If he finds out about these things, I'm afraid your life..."

These words echoed in the Second Steward's ears.

His legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, this is what you gentlemen asked me to do, it has nothing to do with me. The name Wu Ping, I've heard it countless times in the past few days, I can't eat or sleep because of it. Gentlemen, please save me, I beg you, please save me."

"But Wu Ping is a Demon Star with the ability to flay and extract tendons, and dig out hearts and lungs!!!"

The steward sobbed uncontrollably.

He was afraid, he was really afraid.

The people around him had cold expressions.

"Hmph, nonsense. I only told you to teach his father a lesson. When did I ask you to cripple his leg? That was your own decision. And now you expect us to save you? How can we save you?!"

"No... no... respected gentlemen, I have diligently served the Wu family for decades, working hard without any credit. I don't want to die, I really don't want to die..."

"Enough!"

A sharp voice rang out.

Everyone looked over.

A woman in luxurious clothing walked in from outside.

Her face was pale.

Everyone stood up and greeted her, "Ninth Princess."

"Mm."

The woman responded lightly.

She took a seat at the main position, "What are you all afraid of? It's just a Wu Ping. He killed my child. As the parents of such a person, why haven't you killed them yet? Instead, you let Wu Hualin and his wife live until that bastard returned!"

"Respected Ninth Princess, it's not that we don't want to, it's just that we dare not, we can't do it!"

"The Third Prince has people protecting Wu Hualin and his wife, and now Wu Ping has such talent. As for the family head... we can't easily explain it either."

"If it's really because of his parents, if this genius clashes with the Martial King's Mansion, I'm afraid our ten skins and ten heads won't be enough for the family head to kill."

The woman's eyes turned cold, "Alright, alright, now you've learned to use the family head to suppress me. You all are truly amazing. Even if Wu Ping is extraordinary, the Martial King's Mansion still belongs to the family head!"

"Hmph, if people who don't know hear this, they would think it's your Martial King's Mansion!"

A strong and disdainful snort came, and everyone's hearts tightened. They all immediately knelt down.

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