Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

When Wu Ping's gaze fell on the point where the unicorn was severed, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, what are these little tentacles?"

Ouyang Zhongmo was somewhat surprised and said, "You can actually see these little tentacles?"

Wu Ping nodded.

"I don't know what these tentacles are either, but I feel that they might be what prevents people from connecting with the divine," Ouyang Zhongmo said beside him.

Wu Ping furrowed his brow slightly as he looked at them more and more, feeling a sense of familiarity.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to speak up, "Do you know about nerves?"

Ouyang Zhongmo turned his head and asked, "Nerves? What are nerves?"

"Could you show me the dissected body of the ferocious beast later?" Wu Ping asked.

Wu Ping wasn't sure.

Ouyang Zhongmo didn't doubt him and brought over a tail covered in mucus.

Looking at the cross-section, Wu Ping didn't see any similar small tentacles.

He looked up and asked, "Master, how do you usually handle these things?"

"It's simple," Ouyang Zhongmo said, waving his hand.

Suddenly, a cage appeared next to them, containing a cultivator with bloodshot eyes.

Next to it, there was a table-like thing that resembled an operating table.

Two incredibly strong humanoid monsters approached and opened the cage.

They forcibly dragged out a demonic cultivator and pressed him firmly onto the table.

Then, a single knife came down, knocking the person unconscious.

Wu Ping felt a strange unease as he watched.

Is this physical anesthesia?

Ouyang Zhongmo walked up and lightly brushed against the man.

The man's soul was instantly brushed aside, standing there in a daze.

Turning the man over...

Gently brushing his hand against his coccyx bone.

Flesh and blood instantly burst open.

Reaching out to grab the tail covered in sticky fluid.

Directly inserting it.

Then a monster next to him handed over some ointment-like substance.

No need for sutures at all.

With a smear of ointment, everything was fine.

The wound on the mouth healed at a visible speed.

Then he swept the man's soul back.

In a moment, the man flipped off the table and knelt on the ground, respectfully shouting to Ouyang Zhongmo, "Master."

"That's it, Wu Ping, do you understand now?"

Rubbing his chin.

Wu Ping was pondering.

Just now, when this demonic cultivator's flesh and blood were cut open, he seemed to have not discovered too many neural networks.

This made Wu Ping couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Could it be that the 'people' in the Immortal Cultivation World are different from the 'people' in the doomsday world?

"Master, so you've always been doing it like this?"

"You haven't paid attention to the details?"

Ouyang Zhongmo shook his head with some anticipation, "What details are you talking about?"

Wu Ping thought about it and directly unfolded the theory of human neurology to Ouyang Zhongmo.

Hearing these new terms.

Ouyang Zhongmo couldn't suppress himself anymore.

He jumped up to a height of eight feet.

Quickly brought another demonic cultivator to try it out.

Wu Ping watched from the side.

Compared to his previous life, there were exquisite instruments.

Ouyang's spiritual power could serve as an exquisite instrument.

Transforming into thousands of threads.

Lifting, dissecting, exploring, analyzing.

As the cerebral cortex was stimulated by spiritual power.

The cultivator who clearly had no soul moved.

Ouyang Zhongmo's eyes gradually lit up.

Wu Ping couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Ouyang Zhongmo truly lived up to his reputation as the second in command of the Seven Blood Sect, known for his theory of transforming poison.

He was only proposing theoretical ideas.

Yet he was able to explore and complete practical applications in such a short period of time.

However, Wu Ping had witnessed the entire process.

He couldn't help but have some doubts.

It's different.

It's truly different.

Firstly, Ouyang Zhongmo's methods are very similar to traditional Chinese medicine in my previous life, emphasizing the concept of qi and relying heavily on herbs and other similar practices.

However, there seems to be less emphasis on the intricacies of construction.

It's like the debate between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine in my previous life.

The techniques in this world are like arts, while those in the post-apocalyptic world are like technology.

One leans towards versatility, while the other focuses on specialization, reaching the pinnacle of their respective fields.

Both have their merits, but only by combining the two can greater achievements be made.

There is no best, only better.

Just like doctors, can't they learn both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine?

After all, the ultimate goal is to benefit humanity.

Isn't that better?

And there's also the precision of the human body.

When Ouyang Zhongmo dissected the human body in detail earlier, Wu Ping was watching from the side.

In order to better learn pharmacology.

In the post-apocalyptic world, Wu Ping had read many books about medicine, the human body, and related subjects.

With his current memory, it was no less than the storage capacity of a Transcendent Level computer.

Photographic memory was just a small feat.

But while he could remember many things, he lacked hands-on experience and couldn't fully understand them.

However, just now, when he compared the detailed anatomical diagrams of the human body from both worlds in his mind, Wu Ping discovered that humans are indeed different.

Similar yet different.

The problem lies in these slight differences.

It feels like the people in this world are not as refined and intricate as those in the other world.

Wu Ping speculated that perhaps it was due to the different natural environments.

Or perhaps the degree of evolution is different?

The emphasis is also different?

But if we only talk about the role of the previous deity.

Wu Ping feels that its subtlety and the coverage of the neural network are more like those of past humans.

These thoughts in his mind made him somewhat excited.

But it still requires actual discoveries and judgments in the future.

At least we need to find a real divine body to take a look.

T.

If there are really advantages to be gained.

Then my own gains will be great, and I will have a lot to do.

Ouyang Zhongmo is still studying things related to the nervous system.

He said to Wu Ping, "Wu Ping, those books next to you are all about pharmacology and poison. Take a look first, and then I will study it. This 'nervous system' is truly amazing."

"Okay."

Wu Ping walked to the side and picked up the books from Ouyang Zhongmo's collection and started reading.

He seemed like a dried-up sponge.

Continuously absorbing and assimilating knowledge.

The master and disciple did not disturb each other.

A day passed like this, and a day later, Wu Ping suddenly asked, "Master, has the Nurturing Spirit Hook Kiss disappeared???"

Wu Ping's expression was strange.

Ouyang Zhongmo, who was busy with his own affairs, said, "I don't know how long it has disappeared. This thing is a highly toxic substance, with terrifying medicinal effects. It is extremely rare to combine it with the right materials."

"One of its uses is to make the Soul-Suspending Pill, which nourishes the soul. Its unique medicinal properties can stimulate the growth and strength of the soul. This is also the reason why the souls of deities cannot be killed, only sealed and worn away."

"But it doesn't rely solely on that."

"But I guess that when the deity was in charge of the heavens and the earth, it must have eaten this thing and used it to refine pills. It's a pity that the technique has been lost."

"The second use is for refining the Soul-Penetrating Poison Pill. It has strong penetrating power, but I haven't tried how strong it is specifically."

Wu Ping quickly flipped through the pages of the book in his hand.

The more he looked, the more familiar it felt.

Why does this thing look so similar to a plant he saw in the doomsday world?

And the names are almost the same,

Just without the words "Nurturing Spirit."

According to the medical book in the doomsday world, this thing is called Hook Kiss, commonly known as Heartbreak Grass.

Could it be the same thing?

Regarding the speculation in his heart, Wu Ping calmly asked, "Master, do you have the prescriptions for these two medicines?"

"I do, why wouldn't I? What do I not have?!"

Other things can be lacking!

But Ouyang Zhongmo must have the prescription.

He temporarily stopped his actions.

Then he shook his hand, opened his own skull, and revealed the colorful brain inside, feeling around.

Then he said with a surprised expression, "Found it!"

He conjured up paper and a pen out of thin air, wrote for a while, and finally handed it to Ping.

"This is the prescription for the Soul-Suspending Pill and the Soul-Penetrating Poison Pill, take a look."

Wu Ping took it.

His eyes quickly scanned the prescription.

It was recorded in great detail.

There were even annotations written for Wu Ping in many places.

Is this the benefit of having a teacher?

Damn, it's worth it!

Apart from the most important extinct main ingredient, the other medicinal materials are also expensive.

And refining these two poisonous medicines requires a high level of alchemical expertise.

Wu Ping is not there yet.

And many of the medicinal materials here are ridiculously expensive.

Seeing this, Wu Ping couldn't help but look at Ouyang Zhongmo.

Should his master have them?

No!

It's too obvious.

It's better to find a way to gather them on his own first.

If it doesn't work later, then ask the master for help.

As for the level of alchemical expertise.

It depends on accumulation!

But there's no rush, Wu Ping has plenty of time later, he needs to hurry up and learn now.

Ouyang Zhongmo's collection of books, basic theories, alchemical pharmacology, formation basics, exquisite refining techniques, and miscellaneous knowledge borrowed from the sect's Sutra Pavilion.

Learn, just learn!

Activate the brain at an accelerated frequency.

Not seeking integration, but first memorizing it by rote.

I still have too little understanding of the Immortal Cultivation World.

I can't afford to be ignorant.

Especially when I discovered the Heartbreak Grass.

Wu Ping became even more determined to read and memorize books.

Otherwise, even if I come across these good things, I won't recognize them.

The more Wu Ping reads, the more he understands.

The doomsday world is simply a treasure trove.

It is definitely not as simple as an ordinary world.

Suddenly.

A loud shout interrupted Wu Ping's concentration.

"Hahaha, I made it, I made it, my good disciple, thanks to you, I made it!!!"

Wu Ping curiously looked at what his master had become.

And then he saw it!

Unbelievable!

A soul evil spirit with a striking resemblance to Bo Gang stood not far away.

It was covered in arms, like a king.

Ouyang Zhongmo's face looked a bit crazy.

"Do you know, my disciple, your neural theory will change the world's pattern!!!"

"Look, look, this is what I have cultivated based on your neural theory!!"

"I used a powerful Calamity cultivator as the carrier, connecting countless other cultivators' limbs and nerves inside him, nurturing and cultivating them, then using powerful medicine to heal his injuries, and finally using a secret technique to extract his soul!!!"

"Hahaha, this has created such a monster, a genius!"

"My disciple, you are truly a genius. Are those strange-looking soul evil spirits of yours created in this way?"

Hearing this, Wu Ping was a bit stunned.

Can this really work?

He himself was dumbfounded.

But now he had a suitable excuse.

Wu Ping nodded vigorously and said, "Yes!"

Instead of trying to explain, it's better to follow his master's ideas.

"I knew it, I knew it hahaha, I knew my disciple is a genius. In terms of qualifications, suppressing the ancient times, the principles of alchemy, and the art of creation, you have a comprehension and vision that surpasses others by ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, and a million years!!"

"Hahaha, I, Wu Ping, have..."

"Alright, alright, Master, please stop talking. This matter cannot be mentioned casually, as it can easily lead to great consequences."

Wu Ping quickly interrupted the spellcasting.

The person who said this sentence before was forcefully turned from a protagonist into a passerby.

All because his father kept saying, "My son, Wang Teng, has the potential to become a Great Emperor."

And then he encountered the protagonist.

It's not something that can be said.

It's better to keep a low profile.

Ouyang Zhongmo's laughter abruptly stopped.

But since his disciple said it shouldn't be said, then he won't say it.

"Alright, alright, I won't say it, but my disciple, I have discovered a secret marriage."

Wu Ping curiously asked, "What secret?"

Ouyang Zhongmo set up a heavy formation with his backhand and cautiously said, "Your theory of neurology, my disciple, is exceptionally compatible with the gods. Compared to ordinary people, the divine body's nerves are intricately woven a million times over. But if we can cultivate a suitable foundation, we can graft the divine body onto our cultivators' bodies, thus achieving god-making."

"But Master, I have never seen a divine body, so it's hard to say."

Wu Ping also had this thought.

But he had never seen one either.

Then Ouyang Zhongmo continued, "However, I know where a sealed divine body is. Right now, I have two plans in mind. Listen carefully."

"The first one is for me to commit suicide immediately to show you, and then in my next life, I will reincarnate in the Central Continent, severing the divine soul with a single slash, erasing the foundation of memories. You keep my memories and foundation safe, and when I become the Saint Child after joining the Fei Huang Immortal Sect, you can transfer my memories and foundation into my body..."

"We, as master and disciple, will work together to steal the suppressed gods and study them."

The Fei Huang Immortal Sect.

A renowned immortal sect in the Central Continent, incredibly powerful!

During this period of study, Wu Ping happened to have come across records about this sect.

He instinctively asked, "How long will it take?"

"Conservatively estimated, a thousand years."

Wu Ping:...

A thousand years, this is too outrageous.

It's better not to commit suicide to show me.

After a thousand years, Wu Ping himself wouldn't know where he would be, what he would be doing, or what realm he would be in.

"What about the second plan?"

"The second plan is a bit dangerous for you. In a year, the Hidden Immortal Tomb will open. Within this half year, you go find a true disciple of the Fei Huang Immortal Sect and have a fight with them. I will go provoke their master...

Then you beat him up again, and I'll get you a pass to their hidden immortal tomb. You can go in and steal the bodies of the gods, while I find some senior members of our sect to support you outside. Once we have them, we'll run away."

But it's as difficult as reaching the heavens. Your current cultivation level is only at the fifth level of the Dragon Gate, while their true disciples are at least at the Calamity Realm, and some are even Ancient Beast descendants. Each one of them is a little monster with incredible combat power and exceptional talent.

Upon hearing Ouyang Zhongmo's words, the three immortals in the void trembled.

Wu Ping pondered.

The Calamity Realm, half a year? As long as I have enough resources, half a year should not be a problem. Because of the Demonic Tree's blessing, his cultivation speed now is unbelievably fast.

It's worth a try.

Wu Ping nodded, "I can give it a try, but Master, I need your help."

"Of course, I will help you. Tell me, what do you need? As long as I have it, I'll give it to you!"

"I need spiritual marrow, a large amount of it!!"

This is the fundamental issue. Wu Ping is almost broke now.

After becoming a disciple, what's wrong with asking the master for some benefits?

"Just spiritual marrow? Is there nothing else?"

"Like techniques? Secret arts? Law Treasures?"

Other disciples would be begging their masters for more, crying and pleading.

But his own disciple, aside from being a demonic winged creature, even needs to ask?

Truly, the disciple is more exasperating than the master.

What kind of good fortune did he bring upon himself by accepting this disciple?

Ouyang Zhongmo's face was about to break from smiling.

Without hesitation, Wu Ping spoke up, "I don't need techniques, but the higher the level of secret arts and Law Treasures, the better!"

The higher, the better?

After thinking for a moment, Ouyang Zhongmo took out a small sword.

"This is a top-tier Law Treasure, the Coiling Snake Treasure Sword. Give it a try."

Wu Ping took the sword, waved his right hand, and the Buddha's Whip appeared. He smashed it towards the Coiling Snake Treasure Sword.

As a result, it made a buzzing sound and was about to shatter.

Ouyang Zhongmo was dumbfounded on the spot and said somewhat resentfully, "Disciple, let's forget about it. I'll find something else for you."

He gave a Law Treasure, and Wu Ping directly took out a top-tier Spiritual Treasure. With his discerning eyes, he could tell at a glance that it was made from the relics of a high monk. How could they compare?

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