Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

"Martial Master, strengthen me, Seven Blood Sect!!"

Under the cries of astonishment,

Wu Ping's expression turned serious.

Everyone around him was looking at him as if he were a god.

At this moment, he was the idol of thousands of contemporary disciples in this dragon arena.

They all basked in his glory,

as if they were his fanatical followers.

Tie Chousheng was the most exaggerated, holding up a script of spiritual power in his hand, standing at the forefront. "[In the dragon arena, enlighten the way, bestowed by the immortal, Wu Ping, strengthen me, Seven Blood Sect!!]"

As for Wu Ping, he only had one thing on his mind.

How did the Bodhi Golden Lotus in his sea of consciousness come about?

He remembered pondering the question of merit, and then a beam of light descended from the sky, with golden rain falling within it, and every drop of rain carried a divine radiance that landed on him.

Wu Ping didn't quite believe in the so-called bestowal of the immortal.

In the dragon arena, however, he gained many insights from the beam of light.

Including the Bodhi Lotus Heart that grew within the demonic body of his demonic self, all of it was cultivated during his enlightenment.

Golden characteristics adorned it, with mysterious patterns, as if constructed by merit.

So that beam of light was definitely not some bestowal from the immortal, but rather a heavenly bestowal of merit!

But why would there be a heavenly bestowal of merit?

And he was a demonic cultivator, if merit had a positive impact on the heavens and earth, he hadn't caused any positive impact himself.

So, he had to make a comparison and eliminate possibilities. No matter how unbelievable the remaining result was, it would be the only and true answer. Besides being a demonic cultivator, what else was he?

A transmigrator, a transmigrator with dual chambers.

He hadn't brought any benefits to this world, and the premise of merit was to bring benefits to the heavens and earth.

So, what had he brought to this world?

The world of the apocalypse.

Yes, that's right, it was the world of the apocalypse.

自己为末日世界带来了好处,不管怎么样,他都是一个世魂。

So, no matter what, he is a world soul who has brought benefits to the end-of-the-world.

所以自己的功德是在末日世界获得的。

Therefore, his merits are obtained in the end-of-the-world.

而自己所做的一切,又有那件事能获得功德?

But of all the things he has done, what else can bring him merits?

只有一个杀丧尸!

Only killing zombies!

无论是他做的什么事,都是为了自己利益和力量出发,他除了大肆屠戮丧尸,交代曹可三姐妹收丧尸尸体以外,就没有对末日世界做什么了。

No matter what he does, it is all for his own benefit and power. Apart from slaughtering zombies and instructing the Cao sisters to collect zombie bodies, he has not done anything for the end-of-the-world.

所以排除掉很多东西,自己的功德是杀丧尸来的。

Therefore, excluding many things, his merits come from killing zombies.

可如同要这么说的话,所有人都杀了丧尸,为什么就自己有功德?

But if everyone kills zombies, why does he have merits?

只有两个答案,第一,末日世界的其他人也有,只是他们不会用,不过可能性应该不会特别大,作为保留意见。

There are only two answers. First, other people in the end-of-the-world also have merits, but they don't know how to use them. However, the possibility should not be particularly high, as a reserved opinion.

第二,自己的身份不一样,自己拥有双穿门可以任意来回两个世界。

Second, his identity is different. He has the ability to freely travel between two worlds through the double doors.

之前和曹可三姐妹在一起的时候, Xu Feifei曾经说过一句话, Wu Ping还记得,众人说着丧尸要是这么发展下去,迟早会占领末日世界,她说丧尸跟癌细胞很像,分裂吞噬。

When he was with the Cao sisters before, Xu Feifei once said a sentence that Wu Ping still remembers. People were saying that if the development of zombies continues, they will eventually occupy the end-of-the-world. She said that zombies are similar to cancer cells, dividing and devouring.

会不会有这样一种可能,末日世界生病了,或者说是染病了?

Is it possible that the end-of-the-world is sick or infected?

If that's the case, Wu Ping can continue to reason along this line.

Because he is a transmigrator, he carries the attention of the Immortal Cultivation World, or the aura, it's all the same thing.

It's like when a child gets sick and finds an adult who takes pity on him and gives him medicine to treat and suppress the illness. Since the medicine is given by the adult, it belongs to the adult. Wu Ping is now that medicine.

He helps the Doomsday World heal, and compared to the size and quality of the Immortal Cultivation World, the Doomsday World is like a child.

Because the wills of the two worlds are connected, the merits he gains from killing zombies in the Doomsday World will also be recognized by the Immortal Cultivation World!

It's like a very cute, very cute child, not a naughty child, who looks like a porcelain doll and is very pitiful, saying to an adult, "Brother, I don't have money, I've never had a mother since I was little, I only have these cookies, I'm uncomfortable, I'm in pain."

Can these cookies be used as money?

No one knows, but if it's Wu Ping, he won't refuse.

Of course, this is all his speculation.

Perhaps it's not because the cookies can be used as money, but merits are merits. It's just that the merits of one world are shared by many people, while the Doomsday World is enjoyed by him alone.

Whether it's ten dollars in the hands of a child or ten dollars in the hands of an adult, its essence is still ten dollars.

If that's really the case, then he's hit the jackpot!

In light of these circumstances, he roughly understood why his Demonic Tree was different from He Jun's, and why its leaves were golden, as if it had absorbed merit!

The most crucial thing is that this Demonic Tree can actually absorb merit!

So, his Sea of Knowledge must be opened because of merit.

And the reason why the zombies in his Soul Sea are so obedient is probably also because of merit!

Wu Ping doesn't know, and he doesn't care, whether there are middlemen in the Immortal Cultivation World who profit from the price difference.

He only knows that the merit of an entire world is beckoning to him!

Now he understands it clearly in his heart.

Wu Ping is even less likely to do something like exploiting others. He will nurture it, like chives, round after round, until it becomes holy!

Killing them all at once is too foolish. Taking it slowly, with a tenfold difference in time flow rate, the zombies over there will grow quickly. It's just unknown whether they can become holy on the spot, like in myths!

And he still knows too little about merit.

He needs to supplement his knowledge in this area.

His thoughts are in turmoil.

Perhaps there are other possibilities, but now there is too little information, and Wu Ping can't guess or deduce it. But now he understands that he has merit, and that killing zombies also earns merit.

So he can plan for the future.

There are still many things that Wu Ping forces himself not to think about, because thinking about them is useless.

It's better to face the present calmly. Many things always require bold risks and attempts, because he still has one life, so he can be a little bolder and explore!

Wu Ping looks up.

His gaze sweeps across, filled with confidence.

Lin Wanli smiles beside him.

Such a genius comes from Punishment Peak. Punishment Peak will surely prosper in the future!

"Quiet!"

With Lin Wanli's loud shout.

So everyone instantly quieted down.

Wu Ping stepped back from the group of disciples.

Although the surrounding disciples tried their best not to look at Wu Ping,

their eyes would inevitably glance at him unconsciously.

Even though he had now suppressed his aura, no longer shining brightly, and his figure was no longer upright, just standing at the front of the group made him the center of the world.

He was their contemporary chief disciple.

He was the only disciple in the past five thousand years who had rung the bell.

He was their senior brother, Wu Ping!!

"From now on, after engraving your names, when your chief disciple rings this bronze bell, you will become disciples of Punishment Peak. As for the rules and regulations of disciples and the sect's laws, you can go and memorize them yourselves. Here, I will say one thing: even when facing immortals, we, the punishment disciples of the Seven Blood Sect, must have the courage to take action!"

"Remember, Punishment Peak is behind you!!"

"Every contemporary chief disciple speaks to their peers every year!"

"You will not be an exception, Wu Ping, say something."

Another speech?

Wu Ping turned around, pondered for a moment under the fiery and admiring gazes, and slightly raised his head.

His voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard by everyone.

Meanwhile, Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng took out their notebooks under the doubtful gazes of the disciples.

"No one wants to listen to long lectures, so I'll keep it simple. We are all demonic cultivators, and we will be brothers for life. Although it doesn't carry much weight, standing here today makes me your chief disciple!"

"No need for a thousand words, just one sentence."

"May we stand tall like the sky, and if anyone dares to challenge us, we will draw our swords!!!"

As the words fell, everyone raised their heads and chests high!

The suppressed sense of pride in their hearts was no more.

With just one sentence, countless images appeared in their minds.

And at this moment, they were the spirited and fearless youths, suppressing the world. Looking down, no one dared to draw their swords!

If Lin Wanli's words planted a seed in their hearts,

then Wu Ping's words were like the hormones that ripened it.

Let the seeds in their hearts grow wildly!

At this moment, even if it's a celestial being in front of them, they dare to draw their swords.

Not asking about life or death tomorrow, only being heroic at this moment!

Lin Qianli, who was standing in the dark, slapped his thigh fiercely: "Good!"

"This statement is well said!"

"Quick, quick, quick, give me a plaque!"

"As a disciple of Punishment Peak, I want to use this heroic verse to warn myself. As I walk in the world, if anyone dares to draw their sword when my Punishment Peak's token is revealed, how can the Seven Blood not prosper!?"

This statement, once said, may be hung on Punishment Peak tomorrow, or even today.

And Wu Ping's name will also be spread by these disciples today along with this statement.

The atmosphere was pulled to its highest point time and time again.

The momentum of thousands of disciples condensed in the middle of the sky.

Even the disciples of other peaks couldn't help but look.

This generation of Punishment Peak disciples may be the most outstanding in a hundred or even a thousand years.

Because they have a good leader!

They took the things and the token and left.

Thousands of people followed behind Wu Ping, like an army.

The scene was quite eerie.

Wherever they went, they attracted attention.

It's all about momentum.

If the previous Punishment Peak disciples were considered a gang, then Wu Ping and his generation could be called a team.

The new disciples of Punishment Peak all have their own residences.

But the location is somewhat remote.

No matter what, they have just joined Punishment Peak after all.

Naturally, they cannot live in a good place.

Compared to the wooden houses in Blood Rain Sect, this place is like a palace!

The best location, of course, was left for Wu Ping by these disciples.

It's like a standalone villa, this is the treatment of the chief.

The spiritual energy here is unbelievably dense.

It has almost formed a white mist.

A large snake coils around Wu Ping and opens its mouth to suck.

He closes his eyes comfortably.

Meanwhile, Wu Ping is on the side, looking at the manual issued by the sect, which records what each part of the sect does and the taboos that disciples need to pay attention to.

It also includes the situation in various places in the subordinate demon realm.

And the place where the disciples of their generation should be stationed.

Of course, it's not their turn to inspect the sect.

New disciples don't have the cultivation to support them, so what can they use to inspect the sect?

The places they will be responsible for in the future are the subordinate demon realms.

But the treatment they should receive is not lacking at all.

After finishing reading what needs to be read.

Wu Ping didn't choose to rest, but went to find the sect's Sutra Pavilion and plunged in.

He wanted to inquire about the breeding of divine seeds and merits.

These things, he firmly remembered in his heart, are currently the most important things to solve.

In front, Wu Ping is immersed in the books.

In the corner, Ouyang Zhongmo quietly appears.

At this time, he changed into a black robe, standing tall and straight.

There is indeed that intention.

Walking up to Wu Ping, he asked, "What are you looking for?"

Turning around and looking at Ouyang Zhongmo's appearance, Wu Ping thought he was an elder from the Seven Blood Sect and greeted him, saying, "Greetings, Elder. I am looking for books on the cultivation of divine seeds."

Only now did Ouyang Zhongmo realize that although he had impersonated a senior from the Sutra Pavilion, he had no idea where the books were.

What should he do!?

Seeing Ouyang Zhongmo's changing expression, Wu Ping couldn't help but think, "Could it be that the scriptures on the cultivation of divine seeds are very important and not something an ordinary disciple like me can borrow?"

Just as this thought arose, an idea suddenly came to Ouyang Zhongmo's mind. Although he didn't know where the books were, he estimated that no one in the entire sect would have the knowledge he possessed regarding these questions.

Wasn't it all in his mind?

Ouyang Zhongmo coughed and said, "There isn't much information available on the cultivation of divine seeds and related matters. Unfortunately, they were borrowed not long ago. But don't be discouraged, I happen to have these materials in my mind."

He then looked at the large snake on Wu Ping's shoulder and said, "I can see that you're quite anxious. Don't worry, I'll help you find them."

With that, he began his actions.

Yes, actions.

Under Wu Ping's astonished gaze, the old man lifted his skull.

His colorful brain was exposed.

The old man then inserted his fingers into his own brain and flipped through it.

With an excited expression, he said, "Apologies, I know too much and am overly knowledgeable. So the contents of this old man's brain are a bit mixed. I know everything from astronomy to geography. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

"Now, let me tell you about the cultivation of divine seeds. Listen carefully."

After closing his cool flip-open skull, Ouyang Zhongmo's tone became somewhat showy as he said, "The cultivation of divine seeds is divided into three levels: high, middle, and low. This Low Grade level involves feeding on blood, whether it's humans or beasts. However, consuming too much will taint the divine seed and even limit its potential. But it will make the divine seed grow quickly."

"This medium-grade pill is made from precious materials. Please ask the pharmacist to refine it into a secret medicine for the divine seed to consume. Our Seven Blood Sect's top pharmacist is the elder of Human Demon Peak, Ouyang Zhongmo. It is rumored that he is friendly and willing to help any disciple who approaches him, making him an invaluable resource. You can go and give it a try.

"Of course, this pill will not provide immediate benefits like blood food, but it will not deplete the potential of the divine seed.

"As for this last method, most people are unaware of it.

"Most people don't know? You mentioned three methods, and both the Low Grade and High Grade methods were mentioned. Are you telling me that the third method is unknown to most people?

"Wu Ping speculated that this elder might be showing off and asked, following his words, 'Elder, do you know this third secret method?'

"Of course, I know. I am knowledgeable in astronomy and geography, well-versed in ancient wells. This third method is a breeding method for the divine seed developed by Elder Ouyang Zhongmo of Human Demon Peak, combining ancient texts and research. It involves using merit!

"You see, the divine seed is a divine species, the offspring of gods. What is the source of the powerful force that sustains the gods? Merit!

"Therefore, Elder Ouyang Zhongmo speculates that if we feed the Nurturing Spirit seed with merit, it might directly revert to its divine form and cultivate a true god. However, merit is something that few people have obtained in millions of years, so it's just a speculation and has not been experimented with. But the chances of success are high, and even if it fails, it won't harm the divine seed.

"The few immortals hidden in the dark were overwhelmed by this information. What is Ouyang Zhongmo up to? If they hadn't watched him grow up for hundreds of years, they would have suspected him of being a spy from another sect.

"Feeding the Nurturing Spirit seed with merit! Isn't this a waste of a precious resource?

"Most importantly, Wu Ping's thoughtful expression seems to suggest that he is genuinely considering this idea.

"Young master, please don't play around. It's not something we can afford.

"Don't stop me. Let me punch that old man Ouyang to death!!

"New book seeking subscriptions..."