Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

In the main hall.

Wu Ping and Lin Wanli are seated at the top.

Disciples of the Punishment Peak stand on both sides below.

The Qian family father and son approach: "Captain Wu, where is my grandson Qian Xiu?"

"Your grandson disrespected Punishment Peak and attempted to attack our Punishment Peak disciples. He has been detained," Wu Ping says in a calm tone.

"Captain, this is a misunderstanding. How could my grandson do such a thing? Can you please consider releasing him so that we can discuss this?" Qian Chenglin says, approaching a few steps.

"Discuss? Well, since you put it that way, let me discuss something with you. Where is the money that was supposed to be paid over the past few years? I haven't seen it," Wu Ping says directly without wasting any time.

Qian Wen quickly adds, "Captain Wu, you can't say that. We have faithfully paid the money over the past few years."

"Paid? Paid to whom? I haven't seen your payment. Are you implying that I embezzled your money?"

"No, no, Captain Wu. But we did give the money to other disciples of the Holy Sect. We don't have it anymore."

Even without Qian Xiu's earlier warning, Wu Ping can tell that they are trying to deceive him.

The money is really gone, given to other disciples.

But it didn't end up in his hands. Does that count?

Of course not.

"You are standing on Seven Blood Sect's territory, enjoying the protection of Punishment Peak, and yet you give the payment to other disciples?" Wu Ping says. "Very well, let me show you something."

Wu Ping casually throws something.

A blood-stained cloth falls.

Both the father and son are shocked.

Slowly unwrapping it, they find a bloody ear inside.

The birthmark on the ear is enlarged in their eyes.

"My son, my son Qiu'er! Captain Wu, where is my son? How is he? He didn't violate the sect's rules. If anything happens to my son, I will report it to Punishment Peak!" Qian Chenglin exclaims.

None of the disciples present can hold back their laughter.

Wu Ping also smiles on his seat.

"Cough, let me introduce you. This is the deputy captain of our Juxian City, surnamed Lin, named Lin Wanli. Deputy Captain Lin also has an older brother named Lin Qianli. I won't mention the other older brother."

"I, under the jurisdiction of Elder Lin Qianli, if you want to accuse me, you have to go to Elder Lin's place to accuse me. But Elder Lin is busy with many things and doesn't have time to deal with these matters. And Vice Captain Lin is my deputy, it's a family matter. As the captain, I will help you listen to your grievances and decide if you should be accused."

"Vice Captain Lin has no objections, right?"

Lin Wanli cooperatively said, "I am naturally bold and have no objections. It's best for Captain Wu to handle everything."

Bang!

A shocking sound!

"Who dares to accuse me in front of the audience!"

Wu Ping didn't expect that there would be such a scene in the Immortal Cultivation World.

This shocking sound hit the hearts of the Qian family father and son.

They trembled a few times.

Lin... Lin Wanli...

Lin Qianli.

This Vice Captain Lin who refused to go to the northern city is Elder Lin Qianli's younger brother...

Accuse? Where can they accuse?

Qian Wen's face turned pale as he repeatedly waved his hands, "I won't accuse, I won't accuse!"

"You won't accuse? You can just say you won't accuse? Disregarding my Court of Punishment is the same as disregarding the laws of our Holy Sect. First, there was a roar in the court, and now there is contempt for the law, slandering the headquarters of a city. You will be punished for multiple crimes."

"Wu Qi, Tie Chousheng, bring the Soul Whips and give him 150 lashes!"

Behind the two men were racks with torture instruments.

Although the Soul Whip doesn't have much killing power, it has one function, which is to directly transmit pain to the soul.

That one lash can make a person jump in pain.

For those with weak bodies and lower cultivation, they could be whipped to death in one go.

Even with Qian Wen's peak Soul Sea cultivation, he probably couldn't withstand these 150 lashes.

It was obvious that they were going to whip him to death.

On the way here, Wu Ping also figured it out.

If what Qian Xiu said was true, and the Qian family's eldest grandson died, wouldn't they still have a son?

No, what if it's not beneficial to Qian Xiu's plan?

They say that the grandfather and grandson have a close relationship, but even if there is a generation gap, there is still a son in between. But if the son is also dead...

Then everything would belong to the grandson, right?

So Wu Ping had already figured out a way to kill Qian Wen for the money.

But in the end, he came to him on his own.

It really didn't take any effort at all.

"Captain Wu, Captain Wu, please don't whip him, please don't whip him. If you whip him with the Soul Whip 150 times, my son's soul will surely go to the Western Heaven."

Qian Chenglin pleaded for mercy.

Several experts from the Spirit Palace behind him stepped forward to block Wu Ping.

In an instant, Wu Ping rose up and said, "Dare to obstruct the enforcement of the Punishment Hall, die for me!!!"

His figure changed in mid-air, like a fire demon emerging from a sea of lava.

He rose several meters high.

The terrifying physical strength was once again amplified.

He appeared in front of several Spirit Palace cultivators as if teleporting.

With one hand each, he directly crushed the bodies of two people.

Before the blood could spray, it turned into mist and evaporated from Wu Ping's scorching body.

The last Spirit Palace cultivator's eyes were spinning, clearly affected by the Great Snake's technique.

Wu Ping reached out and grabbed him.

The fire demon's true body slowly bent down.

The hand holding the Spirit Palace cultivator's hand made a sizzling sound in front of Qian Chenglin. The Spirit Palace cultivator struggled in pain, but could never escape the Great Snake's technique.

Sizzling...

This was the sound of a scorching hand touching human flesh and blood.

Wu Ping casually exhaled a burst of hot air, as if surrounded by demonic voices, and said, "Master Qian, these three subordinates of yours intended to obstruct the enforcement of the Punishment Hall. I helped you kill them. I hope you don't mind."

"After all, this is suspected rebellion."

This conversation has come to an end.

Why would Qian Chenglin mind?

Rebellion?

Even if he had ten heads, it wouldn't be enough to kill them all.

Although he had a Dragon Gate cultivation level, he was two realms higher than Wu Ping.

But now he looks at Wu Ping as if he has seen a natural enemy.

Suppressing his emotions, he said, "I dare not mind."

At the same time, he was shocked by Wu Ping's combat power, his Soul Sea cultivation instantly killing Spirit Palace...

Wu Ping could hear a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

But he didn't dare to say anything.

He casually threw the corpse in his hand to the side.

"What are you standing there for? Carry out the execution!"

Wu Ping returned to his original form.

Sitting high above.

Below, Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng were eagerly drawing money from the Spirit Palace experts.

They had never drawn from Spirit Palace experts before, so why not take this opportunity to enjoy themselves?

But surprisingly, it felt quite satisfying.

The screams echoed in Qian Chenglin's ears.

But he dared not speak, nor make any movements.

Even when his own son cried out in such misery.

Lin Wanli above also said, "You have already perfected the True Fire Body, remember to go to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion tomorrow to receive the True Fire Body."

"The True Fire Body? What is that?"

"It's an advanced version of the True Fire Demon Body. Well, that's not quite right. The True Fire Demon Body is a castrated version of the True Fire Body. The True Fire Body is a Venerable Level Body Refining technique."

"It's also the only High Level Body Refining technique that can be obtained for free within our Seven Blood Sect. But the prerequisite is that you must be a disciple of my Punishment Peak and have perfected the Fire Pool Car Body."

Wu Ping silently recited in his heart.

Mortal, Spirit, Profound, King, Venerable...

This level is not low.

Well, he is currently lacking in techniques. The more techniques he knows, the more powerful his Bodhi Lotus Heart Demon Body can be.

And it's also time to enrich himself.

"Then I'll go take a look tomorrow."

Watching the two of them still chatting leisurely, Qian Chenglin's hatred had gathered into a vast sea.

Finally, after one hundred and fifty lashes, it was over.

Qian Wen lay on the ground motionless, breathing heavily.

This momentum can't be good.

And it's not over yet. As time goes on, it will become more and more painful until it hurts to death.

"Alright, now that the interlude is over, let's talk about business, Qian Jiazhu, what do you think of this case?"

Qian Chenglin lowered his head and said, "General Wu, can I meet Qian Xiu? Please give me some time to gather the money for this case."

"You won't be able to see Qian Xiu. It's not like you can see him whenever you want in my prison. But I assure you, he won't appear within three days. But after three days, it's hard to say. Remember, Qian Jiazhu, you only have three days."

Qian Chenglin opened his mouth.

In the end, he still didn't say anything.

Because saying anything would be useless.

The word "official" has two mouths, how could he possibly argue with them? The truth is in their hands.

Even if he is a strong Dragon Gate expert, so what?

The power of speech is in their hands. Who made him a disciple of the Holy Sect?

But for now, Qian Xiu is still safe.

Helping his son up, Qian Chenglin said goodbye.

Watching Qian Chenglin leave, Wu Ping whispered to Lin Wanli beside him, "There were several times when I couldn't help but want to ask you to kill this old thing. Leaving enemies overnight is not a habit I should have, but I held back. If I killed him, I would lose a lot of income."

"Then next time," Lin Wanli casually said.

In the afternoon.

Wu Ping went to exchange his points. He really intended to exchange them for spirit stones. The Demonic Tree was eating too fast.

His cultivation has also reached the eighth level of the Soul Sea and is about to break through.

Nothing else to do.

He found a place with dense spiritual energy.

Wu Ping sat cross-legged, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was instantly drawn over.

In just a moment.

There was a loud bang, and the surrounding momentum rolled away.

The eighth level of the Soul Sea was achieved.

The stronger the Demonic Tree, the stronger he becomes. The more he invests in blood food and spirit stones, the faster he can cultivate.

Wu Ping has always felt, what is a genius?

To accomplish the most with the least resources and gain the greatest return, that is true genius.

As long as there is enough spiritual stone and blood food, he can cultivate to the highest realm with the smallest cost.

Even the foundations of each small realm can be incredibly solid.

And these spiritual stones, although they appear to be many, are easily enough to cultivate a Soul Sea cultivator, even dozens of them.

But how much time does this require?

And how much time has it taken for Wu Ping to cultivate until now?

This is due to his enhanced talent, combined with the effect brought by the Demonic Tree in the Eternal Demon Azure Art.

As for whether it is a loss to use the spiritual stones to cultivate dozens of Soul Sea cultivators on Wu Ping?

Regarding this, Wu Ping only wants to say one thing: "Soul Sea, come as you please."

He can easily crush Spirit Palace, let alone Soul Sea.

What rubbish is that?

Although he himself has now reached the Soul Sea realm.

But this still doesn't prevent him from being arrogant.

Who wouldn't be arrogant if they had the ability?

Why cultivate if not to be arrogant?

Should one cower like a timid turtle?

If Wu Ping's combat power could surpass Dragon Gate now, he wouldn't bother wasting words or scheming with these people.

He would just kill them directly.

But two major realms are still a bit exaggerated.

He can't do it yet.

"It's time to go back to the Doomsday World and replenish the spiritual stones for the Demonic Tree," Wu Ping muttered to himself.

In an instant, his figure disappeared from the original spot.

This greatly frightened the three powerful immortals secretly guarding from the Seven Blood Sect.

"Where is he?!"

"A person this big has disappeared, quickly, quickly, find him!"

Three individuals from the Seven Blood Sect had just had this idea.

The giant eye standing in the air trembled for a moment.

Suddenly, thunder roared in the sky.

The three of them felt a chill in their hearts.

They kept swallowing saliva.

Think about it, what realm are the three of them in now?

They were actually scared by the sound of thunder, and there was even sound under the gaze of the divine eye?

The area where the Seven Blood Sect is located doesn't even have the sun.

There's thunder?

What does thunder represent?

Divine punishment?

The three of them glanced at each other.

Someone said, "Third Brother, you're good at divination and calculations, why not give it a try?"

"Then... then I'll give it a try?"

Saying it's a try, no matter what, Wu Ping won't have any problems. He carries luck with him. As long as he is a disciple of the Seven Blood Sect, the sect will have a trace of merit.

They give one point and they will get one point back, whether it's protecting Wu Ping's safety or anything else, it's all about exchanging interests.

And Wu Ping won't lose out either.

He's like a sun, it's hard to say that you've taken advantage of the sunlight, has the sun lost anything?

The person called Third Brother just pinched his finger.

Boom!

The sound of thunder in the sky exploded again, many times louder than before.

"Third Brother, how is it, Third Brother, don't scare me, Ah San."

"Third Brother, say something, Third Brother."

"I... I'm fine... just feeling a bit uncomfortable..."

"What's the result?"

"Even if it's one."

"One? What does that mean?"

"You ask me, who should I ask? I don't know either, but it's one."

"Then why don't you calculate again?"

"Do we still need to calculate? I think we should just give up."

"But what if there is a glimmer of hope that we haven't considered? We need to find it, even if we can't sense it."

"Well... then let me try again."

Boom!

With this, the sky lit up with a sea of thunder, surrounded by purple dots, as if divine punishment was about to descend.

Another person asked anxiously, "Brother... what did you calculate? My level shouldn't be causing my back to go numb. The sky is filled with calamitous clouds, as if they are targeting us. We won't be able to withstand the heavenly tribulation at our level. Please speak quickly."

"Cough cough... wait a moment... wait for me to recover."

"I..."

"What are you hesitating for? Speak quickly! What's going on? What did you calculate?"

"Two!"

"What do you mean by two? Don't go counting one, two, three. It was one just now, and now it's two? Is your method of predicting fate reliable or not? Didn't you say that you can calculate everything just by pinching your fingers?"

"I'm telling you it's two! Two!"

"It was one just now, and now it's two!"

"Alright, I think I understand. Ninth Brother, don't ask anymore. The heavenly secrets must not be revealed. Think carefully about Big Brother's catchphrase."

"Big Brother's catchphrase is 'I count to three.' If you... hmm!!!???"

"So, it was this one, two?"

"What if it's three?"

"Three, your uncle! I'm not calculating anymore. Screw this, whoever wants to calculate can do it themselves. This damn thing can't be calculated. Someone come and help me, my fingers won't separate, my mouth is crooked, my eyes are slanted, and where the hell is three?"

"I can't do it anymore, I can't say it. If I say it again, you won't see me anymore. Hurry up and help, don't just stand there. Help me separate my fingers, they're cramping. I haven't had cramps in how many thousands or tens of thousands of years, I can't remember."

"What about your mouth and eyes?"

"What about them? Just wait for them to recover on their own. Damn it, it's because of you asking me to calculate. Can a person who carries good deeds really calculate? And you, servant girl too!"

"But you said you can calculate everything just by pinching your fingers."

"Get lost, get lost, get lost! Pinch, pinch, pinch. Now it's stuck and won't loosen. Who knows when it will get better. I'm annoyed just looking at you."