Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

Anyway, I'm already a demonic cultivator. If I have to consider so much, why bother cultivating demons?

Having figured it out, Wu Ping got up and walked out of the small house.

Every time he breathed in the fresh air of the mountains, Wu Ping couldn't help but marvel at its freshness.

Much better than the end of the world.

Stretching and flexing his muscles, Wu Ping turned his head left and right before heading in the designated direction.

He woke up early.

So he wasn't worried about Wu Feng not being there.

Wu Ping had walked this path many times.

Every time, it was to ask for money.

But they wouldn't give it.

And they even threatened him, saying things like "If it doesn't work, just beat me up."

But this time, Wu Ping might fulfill his request.

Whether they give it or not.

Wu Feng was definitely going to get beaten up.

Compared to Wu Ping's small wooden house, Wu Feng's wooden house was slightly larger.

There was even a courtyard.

It must be said that being a genius lackey had its advantages.

Bang!!!

The wooden fence in front of Wu Ping shattered instantly under his foot.

Inside the wooden house, Wu Feng was still sleeping when he suddenly heard a loud noise.

He quickly got up and put on his clothes.

As he opened the door, he grumbled and shouted, "Which bastard is making noise outside and disturbing your father's sleep? Do you want to die? Today, your father will make you mourn your mother."

Little did he know, as soon as he opened the door.

He saw Wu Ping already standing nearby.

And the damaged courtyard wall behind Wu Ping.

Wu Feng frowned, "What are you doing, Wu Ping!?"

"What are you doing? Pay back the money! Your father lent you twenty taels of silver last month, and on the day you left the Wu family, he lent you another ten taels. Over the years, he has lent you dozens of taels. Today, your father has come to collect the debt. Give him the money, one spiritual stone!"

Although surprised by Wu Ping's audacity today, Wu Feng jumped up when he heard that he wanted one spiritual stone, exaggeratingly saying, "One spiritual stone, one spiritual stone, how dare you!"

"One low-grade spiritual stone is worth at least one thousand taels. I only borrowed less than one hundred taels from you, and you dare to ask me for one spiritual stone!"

"But I didn't charge you any interest when I borrowed the money," Wu Ping casually replied.

"But the interest isn't that high either."

Wait, why am I bargaining with him?

Wu Feng suddenly realized that he never intended to pay it back in the first place.

He must have been half-asleep.

Damn it, Wu Ping is disturbing my good dream and trying to take my silver and spiritual stones. What a shameless person.

"This is how I calculate my interest. Stop your nonsense. I'll ask you one question, will you give it or not?"

Wu Feng crossed his arms and said, "Damn it, don't you go find out who you're dealing with? Whoever dares to mess with me, Wu Feng, won't get the money today even if they lose their life. If you don't leave now, don't blame me for being ruthless. When it comes to fighting, don't cry and beg for mercy."

Wu Ping is someone they have bullied since childhood.

He didn't believe that Wu Ping could turn the tables today.

"Alright, alright, alright, alright, so you're saying that, alright, alright."

Wu Ping smiled and reached out to grab him.

The movement was so fast that Wu Feng couldn't dodge it at all.

He was directly grabbed by the collar and slammed onto the ground.

Bang!!!

The wooden floor of the small house was shattered.

Since he said so, Wu Ping couldn't be bothered to waste words with him.

Wu Feng's eyes were filled with stars, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and even his forehead had a long gash from the impact.

"Alright, alright, alright, Wu... Wu Ping, how dare you ambush me, alright, alright."

Just as he was about to struggle to get up.

Wu Ping launched another punch.

With a dull thud, it directly hit Wu Feng's head.

Sending him crashing to the ground again.

His eyes turned white.

Of course, it wasn't over yet.

Over the years, he had been bullied, and every time Wu Ping thought about it, he was filled with anger.

He certainly wouldn't let Wu Feng off the hook.

He went straight for a series of kicks.

Wu Feng's hands and feet were directly broken by him.

The intense pain instantly woke Wu Feng up.

"Ah!!!!"

"Wu Ping!!!! You will regret this, the humiliation you have inflicted upon me today, I will repay this debt in the future!!!"

"I am currently under the protection of Young Master Wu Kong, so you better wait!!!"

Still talking tough?

This meant that Wu Ping was certain not to kill him.

However, Wu Ping really couldn't kill him within the sect now.

He lifted Wu Feng up and tore off the storage bag from his waist.

"This is a good thing, barely enough to cover the money you owe me, from now on, you and I will settle the accounts."

Wu Feng finally understood.

Wu Ping came prepared today!!!

He had already set his sights on his storage bag.

That's why he mentioned a spiritual stone.

He understood now.

But just as he was about to curse in anger, Wu Ping interrupted his spellcasting and said, "Although the financial debt has been settled, you, a lowly servant, dare to insult me. Today, I will teach you a lesson!!!"

Wu Feng was thrown up into the air, experiencing weightlessness before falling down again.

"Ah!!!!"

Wu Ping raised his leg and kicked Wu Feng, sending him flying, and in mid-air, he spewed out a mouthful of blood, giving the impression of a king's style of piercing through the intestines.

With a thud, he landed on the ground.

Unconscious and unresponsive.

"Ugh, garbage. Still trying to use classical Chinese with me."

Gained something similar.

The storage bag is indeed about half a cubic, with some bottles and jars placed inside, but they are all things like healing medicine.

It's nothing special.

But there's actually half a piece of unused broken spirit stone among them.

This is an unexpected joy.

There is also some money, but not much, probably a few hundred taels.

But it's enough.

Did I make a profit?

Laughing three times towards the sky, Wu Ping leaves gracefully.

As for the unconscious Wu Feng, how is he doing?

Who cares.

There were so many people watching the show just now, and Wu Feng was just a lackey of Wu Kongsheng.

Naturally, someone would save him.

Hanging the storage bag around his waist, Wu Ping fiddles with it.

"This free thing is really nice, it matches my clothes."

Saying that, he puts the Soul Refining Flag and the secret manual of the Soul Devouring Technique Blood Flame Technique from his body into it, and Wu Ping happily leaves.

Indeed, being a demonic cultivator is better.

Although it's easy to lose one's life, there are no strict rules and regulations.

If there's no money to snatch, then it's over.

As long as there is strength.

If it were in a righteous Dao Sect, I would probably receive a solid punishment.

Walking on the road to the mission hall, Wu Ping feels that the wind has become noisy.

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