Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

The sudden attack frightened everyone.

The terrifying pressure on the gate seemed to have no effect on Wu Ping.

The gate, thousands of feet high, he leaped repeatedly, covering a hundred meters in one step.

Every time he landed, a ferocious beast was crushed.

Blood and body tissues scattered down.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This was a hundred times the pressure, and he had to carry two people with him.

Could it be that he would really take the prize money in this state?

"Damn, the Over-the-River Dragon has arrived, everyone hurry up, a hundred prize money, that person brought two, if we're slow, we won't even have soup to drink."

"I don't ask for much, I just want one, get out of my way!"

The slaughter on the gate continued.

Even if they wanted to stop Wu Ping, they couldn't catch up to him.

Seeing a hundred prize money, now sixty would be lost.

What should they do?

They could only eliminate the people around them. The more competitors there were, the longer the odds of getting the prize money.

This was the competition among demonic cultivators.

And above.

As Wu Ping continued to leap and jump, the gate was already more than halfway through.

The elders and senior members of the sect above fell silent, only frowning as they watched.

"The physical body of the Soul Sea Realm, why is it so powerful!?"

"Under three hundred times the pressure, he moves freely, as if taking a leisurely stroll. This kid's physical body is simply terrifying!"

"I think, Ouyang Zhongmo, you better not waste his time by teaching him your stuff. To be honest, with such talent, how many physical body techniques in my Blood Rain Sect can he cultivate?"

"Judging by his current physical body in the Soul Sea Realm, there is no physical body technique in my Seven Blood Sect that he cannot cultivate, or no technique that can't be mastered by him. He's simply an all-around genius!"

"And his temperament is good too, he's naturally suited to be a cultivator!"

Hearing these words, "Three-Seven-Zero" Ouyang Zhongmo unusually did not retort.

He just remained silent.

Yes, the disciple I have chosen seems to have exceptional talent. However, cultivation and cultivation level are the key. Those things of his may be able to directly ascend the Dao and surpass immortals, but they will ultimately hinder his cultivation.

Just as Ouyang Zhongmo's thoughts were in disarray, a greeting sounded.

"Junior disciple Wu Ping, greetings to the elders and seniors."

Looking up, he had already arrived.

How long has it been?

Many people turned their gaze towards Ouyang Zhongmo.

He awkwardly smiled at Wu Ping.

Then he transmitted his voice to Lin Wanli, saying, "Wanli, help me test him and see what he thinks of me. I won't pursue the matter of you slandering me to Wu Ping earlier."

"Elder Ouyang, do I need to slander you? You should know in your heart."

"Don't play with words, hurry up."

Beside Wu Ping.

Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng couldn't care less and rushed out directly.

The two of them picked the red flowers.

Twenty each.

Wu Ping also went up and picked twenty red flowers.

Now it's sixty out of a hundred, he really did it!

And he did it together with the two of them.

Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng left one red flower each, and the rest were given to Wu Ping.

Fifty-eight red flowers, that's fifty-eight thousand points.

Wu Ping was excited.

Lin Wanli walked up and said, "Congratulations, Wu Ping."

"I also want to thank Law Protector Lin for guiding me. Otherwise, Wu Ping wouldn't have what he has today."

Wu Ping said with a smile.

He speaks the truth.

Lin Wanli owes him a favor, giving him martial arts techniques, and even sheltering him in the past.

Otherwise, Wu Ping would probably be in trouble.

"We don't need to talk about this between us. Great minds think alike. Isn't that what you said?"

Lin Wanli laughed and said, "Let me introduce you. This is my second brother, Lin Qianli, who is also one of the elders of Punishment Peak."

"I have met Elder Lin."

Wu Ping bowed.

"Hahaha, you're welcome. You have a strong physique, young man. My brother has been talking about you all day, and now that I see you, you're not bad. You're suitable to come to Punishment Peak!"

"We are all straightforward people. I won't waste time with empty words. I'll just ask you one question. Are you willing to come to Punishment Peak with me?"

Lin Qianli asked with great enthusiasm.

Wu Ping pondered.

Although he didn't know much about the Seven Blood Sect, he had heard of Punishment Peak more than once.

Even someone as powerful as Jiuyin was wary of the aura of Punishment Peak techniques that he carried.

He spoke like a mad dog.

Of course, Wu Ping was willing.

"Wu Ping is willing!"

"Alright, what about you two!?"

Lin Qianli looked at Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng.

As for Wu Qi, it goes without saying. Lin Wanli had already found suitable people.

As for Tie Chousheng, his performance in the training ground and his enlightenment today were rare, and his personality also suited Punishment Peak.

The only problem was that his sister was not a member of Punishment Peak.

"Wu Qi is willing!"

Since Tie Chousheng couldn't speak, he could only nod desperately.

He raised the piece of paper high.

[Tie Chousheng is also willing!!!]

"Alright, then stand aside and wait for the selection to be over. Your master will become a disciple of Punishment Peak!"

With Lin Qianli's words, Wu Ping and the other two stood aside.

He asked in a low voice, "Lin Protector, since there's nothing else to do now, tell me about Punishment Peak, will you?"

Lin Wanli didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Then let me tell you about Punishment Peak. It is the fourth peak of the Seven Blood Sect and also the most special branch. It is similar to the Enforcement Hall of the Blood Rain Sect, and the disciples there have many responsibilities."

"These responsibilities include but are not limited to maintaining the internal and external security of the Seven Blood Sect, capturing traitors, and killing disciples from other sects."

"But the benefits are also the best. There is a basic monthly score of 500, while ordinary disciples do not receive a fixed score. They have to earn it, and many disciples may work hard for a month and still not receive as much basic allowance as Punishment Peak disciples."

"But being a Punishment Peak disciple is also the most dangerous. The primary conditions for becoming a Punishment Peak disciple are having good cultivation, exceptional talent, or special skills."

"And Punishment Peak does not have so-called inner disciples, outer disciples, or core disciples, only ranks."

"From low to high, they are Iron Hammer, Bronze Hammer, Silver Hammer, Gold Hammer, and Blood Hammer."

"These hammers are also your Law Weapons, just like the forbidden army departments or elite departments of secular dynasties. The hammer is one of your execution tools, called the Hammer of Punishment."

"The more achievements and contributions you make, the higher your rank can be."

Speaking of this, Lin Wanli added in a low voice, "Punishment Peak is also the peak with the most benefits, not much different from Human Demon Peak."

Wu Ping understood that they would be doing the job of capturing people.

Of course, there would be people trying to take advantage of connections.

How could there be no benefits?

Other disciples were trying to curry favor.

"So work hard in the future. Under a virtuous cycle, Punishment Peak disciples are not weak."

Wu Ping nodded.

"Oh, by the way, Wu Ping, I remember I mentioned Elder Ouyang Zhongmo to you before. Has he taken any disciples yet? He probably has a good impression of your physical body, and your aptitude is extraordinary. If he wants to take you as his disciple..."

Wu Ping frowned.

He thought about what would happen if he became the disciple of that Elder Ouyang Zhongmo. What if one day he used him as a test subject for medicine?

Or if he got involved in something else.

Shaking his head repeatedly.

"Forget it, forget it, Lin Protector. I'm just a small fry. Elder Ouyang is an elder. He definitely wouldn't look at an ordinary disciple like me."

Lin Wanli understood.

Ouyang Zhongmo also understood.

He felt a bit sad. Could it be that he really had such a notorious reputation?

He wanted to give up.

No, he couldn't!

He must change Wu Ping's perception of himself!

Hmm!

One by one, people climbed up from the gate.

After the forty people received their rewards, no one else came up.

They knew that Wu Ping and the other two had taken sixty rewards.

But what could they do?

They dared not speak out of anger.

They all had hot tempers, but they couldn't win, so they could only hold it in.

This is the reality of power being stronger than people, they could only swallow their pride.

The selection continued until the afternoon.

Out of a million people, two hundred thousand were chosen, so the chances were quite high.

Almost all the talented individuals had been chosen.

The remaining people could only wait for next year or find another path.

The river was filled with blood, and this time, who knows how many died.

But it's worth mentioning that everyone in the training ground made it into the two hundred thousand spots.

No one was eliminated.

Many people looked at Wu Ping, not knowing what he was thinking.

After roughly allocating the peaks, each family left with their people.

There were no more follow-up steps.

They could only select an outer disciple. They couldn't have a massacre on the spot. This wasn't a proper selection for geniuses or disciples of demons.

Wu Ping also felt relieved and happy.

At least there's nothing else to do.

After entering the Seven Blood Sect, Wu Ping was able to catch a glimpse of one-thousandth of the true face of the Seven Blood Sect.

Seven towering peaks stood tall.

Underneath, the buildings were continuous, with mountains and water coexisting, and people coming and going.

There were even street vendors selling their wares.

But even if you randomly grabbed someone, their cultivation level would not be lower than Soul Ascension.

Beside him, Lin Wanli explained, "Most of these are descendants of the sect's disciples, or they are family members. Points can be exchanged for spots, allowing them to bring their families to live in the sect. It's very safe here, and fighting is prohibited."

"If there are grudges, they can be resolved on the Dueling Platform."

"Whether it's on the peak of the sect or down here, it's the same."

"But once you step onto the Dueling Platform, it means facing life and death, and only one can survive."

"You might be curious, aren't they demonic cultivators? Why is fighting prohibited? Even the Blood Rain Sect doesn't prohibit fighting," Wu Ping nodded, as he did think so.

"That's because the sect wants to suppress the disciples and make them exert their efforts outward. Our Seven Blood Sect belongs to the demonic path, and we constantly wage wars and seize resources and territories. Currently, the Seven Blood Sect has thirty-six continents, seventy-two countries, one hundred and eight exotic islands, and countless small islands, all of which were seized."

"Even the smallest of these islands is much larger than the Chuyang Dynasty...0°"

"The difference is that the Chuyang Dynasty is on the mainland, while these islands are on the Heaven Connecting River."

Wu Ping asked, "How big is the largest continent?"

Lin Wanli thought for a moment, "I can't describe it either, but it's very big. If you have the chance, you can see it for yourself. If you were to place the Chuyang Dynasty on this kind of continent, it would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ping thought that the place he was in would be like what was written in novels, a beginner's village where he would constantly level up and there would be an upper realm.

But as he learned more and more, he felt like he was born in a world similar to the upper realm.

But that's fine too, at least he wouldn't have to struggle to find the path to the upper realm in the future.

This expanded world was enough for him to explore.

And the Heaven Connecting River, it seemed like everything was related to it. Can he really communicate with the heavens?

Soon, everyone arrived at Punishment Peak.

On the huge square.

A copper bell covered in green rust is placed, reaching heights of thousands of meters.

Next to it stands a iron scroll of books.

Everyone stands in position.

Lin Wanli shouts loudly, "Today, new recruits report in, sensing the wisdom of our holy ancestors, engraving their true names on the true books. Born as a disciple of the holy sect, die as a ghost of the holy sect. May the heavens and demons bear witness, inviting countless immortals to witness. Therefore, I hereby appoint Wu Ping as the 12,960th generation chief disciple!!!"

"The chief disciple steps forward, ring the bell and engrave your name!!!"

The immortal rhyme of Zhou Mountain lingers, surrounded by immortal energy. Dragon and phoenix shadows compete in flight, and golden lotus flowers bloom in the sky, showering golden light. The divine sun revolves, and white mist floats.

Wu Ping steps forward with a serious expression.

He grasps the huge striking pillar next to the copper bell.

Lin Wanli shouts loudly, "With ten strikes, this generation of disciples will have great fortune!"

"With a hundred strikes, every disciple in this generation will be as mighty as a dragon!"

"With a thousand strikes, the earth will surge with golden lotus flowers, and all races will pay homage!"

"With ten thousand strikes, anyone who resonates with heaven and earth can comprehend the path!"

"Strike!"

Dong--Dong--Dong--

This striking pillar weighs thousands of kilograms. The so-called ten strikes, hundred strikes, thousand strikes, ten thousand strikes are just a metaphor that each generation of disciples can only witness.

It symbolizes a good omen.

Each time, it is struck by the current chief disciple.

Wu Ping's performance is seen by everyone. If he can't become the chief disciple of this generation on Punishment Peak, who else can?

On the surrounding mountains, there are many onlookers.

They are all disciples from previous generations of Punishment Peak.

Someone comments, "The current chief disciple is not bad. We've already reached eighty strikes, and it shouldn't be a problem to reach a hundred. Our senior brother, the chief disciple at that time, only struck more than three hundred times."

"Don't mention it. At that time, our senior brother only struck less than a hundred times, and Elder Qianli scolded us, saying that we were the worst generation he had ever seen. After that, we couldn't lift our heads and were completely embarrassed."

"Well, we're still okay. Senior Brother Xiong struck a thousand times, and the sound of dong, dong, dong echoed throughout Punishment Peak. Even when he walked out, his nostrils were pointing to the sky."

"That's different, who is Senior Xiong? How many years does it take for one to emerge?"

"A thousand strikes. It may seem simple, but this bell weighs tens of thousands of catties. Not to mention its weight, how old were we when we struck it? How much cultivation did we have? Truly, 3.9 is considered impressive. Striking the bell not only consumes physical strength but also spiritual energy. If either one is slightly weaker, we won't be able to strike it more than a few times."

"He has already struck a hundred times, and he's still going. This generation's chief disciple is quite impressive. What's his name? Has anyone found out?"

"I heard his name is Wu Ping, and he even left behind a pair of quatrains."

"Oh? He's a scholar? A scholar with such strength. Let's hear those quatrains."

"Alright, I'll start. Listen carefully, it's quite awe-inspiring. 'The sea knows no bounds, the sky serves as its shore. I ascend the summit, making it my peak.' Listen, everyone, listen. It fills one with a sense of grandeur. This junior brother has great ambitions!"

"Just because of these two lines of poetry, I approve of him. If he strikes a thousand times, he will become the peak of my disciples!"

The crowd was noisy.

Five hundred strikes, six hundred, seven hundred, eight hundred.

In the end, not only did he break the record of a thousand strikes, but Wu Ping didn't show any signs of exhaustion.

His movements remained steady.

This shocked the people around him.

A thousand strikes, it had been many years since they had seen a chief disciple achieve this.

More and more people gathered to watch the spectacle.

The tremendous impact of a thousand strikes echoed continuously, resounding for thousands of miles.

Suddenly, lotus flowers bloomed on the ground, emitting a fragrant scent. In the sky, there were continuous transformations, and in the end, countless races bowed and paid their respects, showing their reverence!

The newly recruited disciples below were overwhelmed with emotions!

And he continued without stopping.

Gradually, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand strikes.

Symbols began to shimmer on Wu Ping's body, a sign that his physical cultivation had reached a certain level.

The mountaintops around were filled with people.

Everyone was wondering, will there be ten thousand strikes!?

If there were ten thousand strikes, it would truly suppress the past five thousand years!

Because from five thousand years ago until now, Punishment Peak has never had a new disciple who could strike the bell ten thousand times!

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