Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

"Don't worry, even if Wu Ping listens to Ouyang Zhongmo's words, it's fine. His merits are his own, and a small divine seed is nothing. It won't consume much merit. Don't worry, don't worry.

Someone advised against it.

Originally, Ouyang Zhongmo's idea was just a thought.

But, he really didn't know that Wu Ping actually has merits.

His ultimate idea is to guide him according to his words, and have Wu Ping go to Human Demon Peak to refine medicine.

Then, he will make his move and use his unique skill to convince him and take him as his disciple!

Hahaha, it's absolutely brilliant!

But is this what Wu Ping really thinks deep down?

Obviously not.

"Elder seems to know a lot about merits, huh?" Wu Ping said.

Ouyang Zhongmo nodded, "I know a little."

"Then, disciple would like to ask, everyone keeps talking about merits, what exactly is the function of merits, or is it difficult to obtain merits?"

"Luckily, you and I have a good connection, otherwise I wouldn't tell just anyone."

"Let me tell you, these merits are like a life-saving talisman under the Great Dao. The higher the cultivation level of a person, the less they dare to kill someone with merits. Although merits cannot help with cultivation, the benefits they can bring you are countless."

"For example, turning bad luck into good luck. Have you read any novels? The protagonists in those stories always turn danger into safety, and they even come across treasures left by their predecessors when they jump off cliffs. These are all people with great luck."

"If you possess merits, this characteristic becomes even more extraordinary. You might even pick up Divine Weapons while walking."

"People who target you might even encounter misfortune without knowing why. When they break through, their luck might go awry, or they might encounter inner demons and so on."

"And those who have a good relationship with you will also benefit from your blessings. As long as they sincerely treat you well, they will also turn bad luck into good luck. This is what they call 'when one person achieves the Dao, their companions ascend to heaven with them'."

With this, Wu Ping probably understood.

Now it all makes sense.

Why Tie Chousheng and Wu Qi, these two fellows, would gain blessings from misfortune and obtain Divin

It all comes down to me.

As for the danger.

There was only one time from beginning to end, and it wasn't significant, it was Xue Xuan's master.

But then I ran into Lin Hu Fa.

Wu Ping used to wonder if he was a child of luck, but now it seems...

What kind of rubbish is a child of luck?

I have merits!

And there was also the Thunder Tribulation from last time.

No wonder it was so small, not even comparable to the game of Er Tui Jiao he played when he was a child.

It seems that the heavens are reluctant to strike him.

"As for the acquisition of these merits? It can't be said to be simple."

"It can only be said to be more difficult than reaching the heavens. One must contribute to the world in order to have a chance to obtain merits."

Ouyang Zhongmo's explanation is almost in line with Wu Ping's own thoughts.

Wu Ping bows: "Thank you, Elder."

After saying that, he turns around and walks away. Since his doubts have been answered, there is no need to stay here.

Ouyang Zhongmo's voice comes from behind Wu Ping as he walks away: "Kid, remember to go find Elder Ouyang for alchemy."

"I will go when I have time."

Ouyang Zhongmo laughs, his plan's first step!

Absolutely perfect.

Next, he will go back and wait happily for Wu Ping to come to him.

Oh, right, he also needs to go back and prepare some medicinal materials. This kid definitely won't be able to bring out anything good. When the time comes, he will give it to him, and he will definitely thank me and finally become my disciple.

That's right, that's how it is!

Upon returning to his residence, Wu Ping pondered for a moment.

Within the Seven Blood Sect, he definitely couldn't openly feed the giant snake with merits.

He had to return to the doomsday world.

But before that, there were a few things he needed to do. He had to familiarize himself with the area he was responsible for, prepare for the imminent breakthrough to the eighth level of the Soul Sea, and exchange the points in the token for spirit stones.

After taking care of these matters, he would go back to Demonic Tree to replenish enough spirit stones and prepare for breaking through the Spirit Palace.

As expected.

"Live and learn, the giant snake is sleeping."

He laid down and slept, after all, he had plenty of time.

The Blood Python coiled beside him, its body stretched across Wu Ping's belly.

The next day.

Wu Ping woke up early and freshened up.

As soon as he opened the door, oh my, there were a crowd of disciples who had joined Punishment Peak standing in front of his "detached villa".

Tie Chousheng was still directing traffic.

"Keep your voices down, Senior Brother Wu Ping might not have woken up yet, don't disturb his sleep."

"Move over there a bit, don't block the junior brothers coming from behind."

Wu Ping: ................

"What kind of play are you guys putting on again?"

His voice rang out.

Tie Chousheng instantly turned around.

"We're about to take office today, everyone is waiting for you, Martial Master Senior Brother. Our backbone is here as long as you're here. My sister told me that although Punishment Peak is united externally, they also like to bully their own people. It's the kind of situation where it's not okay for us to bully others, but it's okay for us to bully our own people."

"So everyone decided to act together. Although we are a sect, I have basically found out the information we need to know from my sister. The power dynamics among the disciples in the sect are complex."

It seems more like factional struggles that the elders above won't intervene in, and uniting together can better seek benefits.

And I also forgot to tell Senior Brother something. As the chief disciple of our generation, you will be the head of the district at that time, and someone will be assigned as the deputy head by the higher-ups. According to my estimation, it should be difficult for Lin Hu Fa to escape, and Lin Wanli Hu Fa is also the younger brother of Elder Lin Qianli.

By then, with you and Lin Hu Fa protecting us, and with Elder Lin Qianli above, we will basically be able to do as we please. Of course, Martial Master, you will not suffer any losses and will even benefit greatly. Through unanimous discussion, we, as demonic cultivators, will follow the rules of demonic cultivation and attach ourselves to the strong. Senior Brother, you are the strongest among us and we all respect you. Each of us will contribute 100 points of contribution value to you and Lin Hu Fa every month.

I calculated that we have exactly 2,000 people. With 100 points per person, that's over 200,000 points. And according to the invisible rules within the sect, the sect can also have other sources of income as long as it's not too excessive. By then, each of us will contribute one layer of our own invisible income to you and Lin Hu Fa. Even with Lin Hu Fa's share, Senior Brother, you will have tens of thousands of points credited to your account every month, even if you just lie down.

Isn't this better than snatching red envelopes? I carefully calculated it, and it's profitable.

Looking at the grass paper he kept handing over, Wu Ping's expression changed.

"Tie Chousheng, to be honest, what does your family do?"

"My father is the sect master of the Blood Refining Sect. What's wrong, Senior Brother?"

"Is there really nothing else, some other matters?"

Wu Ping was somewhat skeptical.

My father also has a Spring Breeze and Gentle Rain Tower, specializing in assassinations in our territory. I heard my father say before that our ancestors were merchants. Later, they killed a newly entered mortal cultivator and obtained immortal cultivation techniques, which led us to where we are today. What's wrong, Brother Wu?

"No wonder, you, this dog-headed military advisor, have a greater desire for business than your talent for cultivation."

"Senior Brother, you're flattering me. I'm just thinking ahead. Points can be exchanged for everything within the sect. Isn't it natural to have some ideas about it? We are all demonic cultivators, not fools. It's easier to eat brains than to work hard. Although Punishment Peak is dangerous, high risk brings high rewards. Besides, I'm also doing this for myself and Wu Qi. We can also benefit from it to some extent."

Be honest and say whatever you want.

If Wu Ping didn't care at all, Wu Ping really wouldn't believe it.

"So what I have to give is to protect you?"

Tie Chousheng nodded.

Actually, this "giving" is not really giving.

Even if these disciples don't give him points, he still has to protect them. They are all his subordinates. He can't just let others bully them, right?

But now they have given, this is their sincerity.

Wu Ping received it.

Earning hundreds of thousands of points every month while lying down.

Is there anything better than this?

Of course, Wu Ping speculates that not all disciples in every place can be so relaxed.

Otherwise, the entire Seven Blood Sect would be in chaos.

This should be a privilege of the disciples of Punishment Peak.

After all, danger requires being at the forefront of everything.

And it is also exchanged for cultivation time. Punishment Peak is definitely busier than people from other peaks.

These things are naturally turned a blind eye to.

"I agree to this matter."

Wu Ping nodded.

A large flag was raised high by the crowd.

On it, the word "martial" was written in a lively manner.

Tie Chousheng handed over a piece of paper again. "Brother Martial Master, this is the flag we made for our area, the martial flag. From now on, we are all your subordinates. Look how domineering it is? And we also have some slogans for external propaganda, using Senior Brother's name, Wu Ping, to signify that the world belongs to Wu Ping."

In just one night, Tie Chousheng really came up with something impressive.

Should I say it or not, it's quite good!

Wu Ping was quite satisfied.

He didn't expect that his name could be used like this.

The word "martial" not only represents martial arts, but also martial power. Another meaning of "Wu Ping Tian Xia" is violent suppression!

"Then let's go, to Juxian City for our new position!"

The team marched mightily.

Juxian City, the area that Wu Ping will be responsible for in the future.

"The entire Seven Blood Sect's demonic territory below is divided into sixty large regions based on the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. This Juxian City belongs to the Gengyin region in the north."

"Because it is close to the Heaven Connecting River wharf, there is a lot of profit to be made, but of course, there are also many troubles. However, the higher-ups have assigned you all to this city with the intention of cultivating you and honing your skills. As long as you don't go too far, they won't interfere. And my brother will help us deal with many troubles. But be sure not to violate the sect's rules."

Lin Wanli, who had been waiting for a long time, finally spoke to Wu Ping and the others.

A few meters behind, Tie Chousheng looked proudly at Wu Qi [I guess it's Lin Wanli, give me money, ten spiritual stones].

Since following Wu Ping for a long time, these two people have also picked up his habit and can't do without money.

But they didn't play too much.

Wu Ping also told Lin Wanli about what Tie Chousheng had said to them earlier.

"I completely agree. Even if they don't give it to me, it's fine. Who told you to say things like 'those who uphold righteousness and truth are great, those whose aspirations align with the Dao are noble'? I accept this principle."

The two exchanged a smile.

But not giving is not Wu Ping's style. He knows how to treat different kinds of people. Lin Wanli is his friend and someone he owes a favor to.

Both emotionally and logically, this statement doesn't hold up.

"Lin Protector, you're joking. It's not about giving or not giving."

"Don't call me that anymore. Just call me by my name. I don't want to be a protector anymore. Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If it weren't for your recommendation of Wu Qi and you, I might still be a protector in the Blood Rain Sect for a few more years."

"We're here to help each other."

"But as the younger brother of Elder Lin Qianli, how did you end up being sent to the lower sect to become a protector?"

This question has troubled Wu Ping for a long time.

Lin Wanli helplessly replied, "Because I violated the sect's rules and committed a serious offense. To punish me, my eldest brother sent me to become a protector."

"Your eldest brother is..."

"One of the deputy peak masters of Punishment Peak Four Extremities, Lin Baili."

This relationship is simply too strong!

Wu Ping felt like he had once again grabbed onto a thick and sturdy thigh.

"That sect leader must have great talent, being so young."

"My eldest brother is almost two thousand years old, and his talent is indeed impressive. My second brother is also over five hundred years old. Do I look young? Actually, I'm only in my fifties."

Wu Ping:

It's strange, really strange.

He couldn't quite figure it out. How could someone have a child at such an old age?

And this person in their fifties looks like they're in their twenties. But when you think about it, it makes sense. Cultivation is about maintaining one's appearance. If you can't even do that, then what's the point of cultivating?

In the end, Wu Ping still didn't ask how old the person's father was.

He felt it would be impolite.

Suddenly, Wu Ping seemed to think of something.

"Will the Blood Rain Sect give rewards? What kind of rewards? If they're too little, I can contribute some points to help send them down."

Lin Wanli was somewhat surprised by Wu Ping's words.

"You care a lot about the Blood Rain Sect?"

Wu Ping nodded. "Of course. The Sect Master has shown me favor. Demonic cultivators can kill or spare as they please, but that doesn't mean we're heartless. As the saying goes, 'repay kindness with kindness.' When a drop of water is given, a spring will be returned. If someone is good to me, I will be good to them."

Tie Chousheng and Wu Qi behind them kept transcribing.

Even a row of characters formed by spiritual energy appeared on Tie Chousheng's head.

[Martial Master said: Demonic cultivators value doing as they please, killing or sparing as they wish, but they are not heartless. As the saying goes, 'repay kindness with kindness.' When a drop of water is given, a spring will be returned. Remember it quickly.]

"Martial Master's words are music to my ears. If I'm in a good mood, I'll spare them. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll kill them. If someone is good to us, why can't we be good to them?"

"That's right, but what if we have a conflict with someone who has shown us kindness?"

"You idiot! We kill them if there's a conflict."

"Doesn't that contradict what Martial Master said?"

"Where does it contradict? Martial Master said if we're in a good mood, we spare them. If we're in a bad mood, we kill them. It's doing as we please. If there's a conflict, are we in a good mood? If not, we kill them!"

"I understand now. It truly is the truth. I was just saying that if we could really avoid killing someone who has shown us kindness in a conflict, it seems to go against the way demonic cultivators do things. It seems I misunderstood."

"So in the future, we should communicate more, learn from each other. One person cannot comprehend everything on their own. We need to unify our opinions in order to better understand Martial Master's words."

Wu Ping is now a Soul Sea demon cultivator.

But upon hearing these words from behind, he stumbled for a moment.

His expression became strange.

At first, it was Wu Qi, which was still acceptable.

Later, it developed to Tie Chousheng, and now two thousand disciples all took out pens and notebooks, and the sound of pen tips scratching on paper could be heard behind him.

They even said they wanted to learn from each other.

Hey! You guys are demon cultivators!

Can't you be more studious?

It's like more than two thousand reporters surrounding him, listening in from every angle, making him feel like he has no freedom of speech, afraid of saying something wrong and leading these people astray.

Even Lin Wanli beside him muttered, "Martial Master's words are truly profound. I have gained deep insights from listening. It seems I should also prepare pen and paper."

"Don't worry, Martial Master. I have already instructed someone to take care of this matter. But to show your goodwill, I will have them increase the rewards a bit."

Upon hearing the second half of Lin Wanli's sentence, he finally resolved a small worry.

But the first half still needed to be criticized.

Fine, another person infected.

Suddenly, Wu Ping stopped in his tracks.

The left and right sides of the Punishment Hall in Juxian City had an uneven pair of couplets.

The left side read, "Raise your shoulders higher than the sky."

The right side read, "If you lower your sleeves, see who dares to draw a sword."

The horizontal inscription read, "No one but me."

Next to it were two lines written by Wu Ping himself, and the horizontal inscription was personally written by Lin Wanli, one of the deputy sect masters of Punishment Peak.

Wu Ping felt that this whole day was not going well for him.

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