Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

"Go away, stop flattering." Luo Hong laughed and cursed.

There was laughter and chatter along the way.

The two of them didn't care about Luo Hong's identity.

Finally, after several hours, they arrived.

Compared to the lush mountains and beautiful waters along the way, the scenery at the destination was a bit hard to describe.

In the midst of the poor mountains and evil waters, the gorge was filled with miasma and there were no birds or beasts singing.

Wu Ping looked around and couldn't help but complain, "I say, Master, even though we are from the demonic sect, can't we at least have a better environment? This place where birds don't even shit is torture to look at."

The environment here really lived up to Wu Ping's stereotypical impression of the demonic sect.

Wu Qi also nodded in agreement on the side, as if he highly approved of Wu Ping's words.

Since spending more time with Wu Ping, he had also learned a bit about cultivating one's taste.

This place really couldn't be looked at.

Hearing Wu Ping's complaint, Luo Hong's face turned dark.

"What do you know? This is called concealment. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. If you offend the powerful experts of the upper sect, you'll regret it. This place was personally chosen by the upper sect's powerful experts. It has a unique aesthetic."

Wu Ping understood.

A unique aesthetic.

The moment the three of them entered this area, the surrounding formations instantly activated.

In an instant, a feeling of hair-raising fear spread throughout their bodies.

It was as if as long as Wu Ping and the others made a move, countless means would instantly kill them.

Luo Hong shouted loudly, "Luo Hong, the Sect Master of the Blood Rain Sect, has come to deliver our disciples Wu Ping and Wu Qi. Please open the door!"

A cold voice came, "The token."

Luo Hong threw out the token.

The token disappeared into the air in an instant and soon flew back out.

Luo Hong steadily caught it.

A crack suddenly appeared in the empty space in front, with a demon cultivator wearing an unknown bird-like mask walking out.

"147" said in a hoarse voice, "You stay here, go back. On September 7th, if they are still alive, they will return to Blood Rain Sect."

Luo Hong glanced at Wu Ping and Wu Qi and whispered, "Stay safe. I'll wait for you at Blood Rain Sect. Survival is the priority. No matter what, Blood Rain Sect will always be your home."

"Alright, alright, Sect Master, why are you getting sentimental? We're not buying it. Go back quickly." Wu Ping waved his hand, urging him to leave.

Luo Hong laughed and cursed, "You little brat."

After getting up and flying away.

The masked man threw a mask to Wu Ping and Wu Qi, saying, "Put it on."

"In the future, in the training ground, the animal on the mask will be your code name. You are Black Flame Snake, and you are Red Brow Dog."

Listening to these code names and looking at the masks.

Wu Ping frowned, finding them difficult to accept, too ugly.

Looking up, he asked, "Can't we not wear them?"

Being both a snake and a dog.

Wu Ping couldn't accept it.

The man also didn't expect that this kid would dare to object as soon as he arrived.

His laughter sounded strange, "Hehehe, you don't have to wear them, but you may be targeted by others. Everyone else is wearing them, only you two aren't. You might become the target of everyone's criticism. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Wu Qi, upon hearing this, thought it was a good thing?

He immediately said firmly, "It doesn't matter."

Wu Ping shrugged, silence was better than words.

It seemed that if he said it doesn't matter, what else could I say?

Anyway, he just came here to make some spirit stones.

As for what the sect leader said about being able to help them break through the Soul Sea Realm?

I'm sorry, but he is already in the Soul Sea Realm.

The man felt a bit intrigued and turned around, saying, "Follow me."

He couldn't wait to see these two boys being targeted inside.

Do you like to be unique?

The demon brats inside are definitely not ordinary.

They walked into the gate.

The environment inside can only be described as harsh.

It's worse than it looks outside.

And in the middle of it all: "Dozens of men and women wearing masks and black clothes stood."

Next to them, there was a huge rack with a person wearing a mask and black clothes hanging from it.

When Wu Ping and the other person walked in.

All eyes immediately turned to look at them.

Through the narrow slits of the masks, one could see their eyes filled with doubt, surprise, and amusement.

They couldn't understand why these two didn't wear masks or change clothes.

Could it be that they are not the talented disciples sent to this training ground of the Xiaozong Demon Sect?

The man leading the way in front said in his unpleasant voice, "Since I think you don't like masks, you must not like the clothes here either, so I didn't give you any. I hope you don't mind?"

Mind?

They definitely didn't mind.

Wu Ping was quite satisfied with his taste.

What are these people wearing?

It's like they're in special forces training.

But he's not stupid, nor is he reckless. He dares to be unique, which means he has confidence in his own strength.

Being different can attract more attention.

Performing well can turn attention into something substantial.

Isn't it all for fame and fortune?

To gain more attention, to obtain better resources, of course, one must widen the gap with these people.

To blend in with the crowd and then stand out, why?

Taking off one's pants to fart is unnecessary.

There's no need to make things so complicated.

Bring the two of them to an open space.

A man dressed in blood-stained clothes, with a face as pale as snow, stared at Wu Ping and Wu Qi.

A slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his nose twitched. "The scent of the Fire Demon's true body."

"The basic techniques of those crazy dogs."

The masked man leading the way knelt on one knee. "Blood Rain Sect's Wu Ping and Wu Qi have been brought here. Please give us your instructions, sir."

"Step aside."

"Yes!"

Jiuyin stood up and walked to the side of the two, his eyes constantly scanning. "Blood Rain Sect, I remember Lin Wanli was somewhere related to it, right?"

"Yes, sir," Wu Ping replied.

"So you two have learned his techniques. It seems that he has high hopes for you and has given you the name Punishment Peak. Your personalities are also quite similar to his. Not wearing the prescribed clothes, not wearing masks. Originally, you two were so unique. Regardless of your strength, I will teach you a lesson."

"But who told you to take on the name Punishment Peak? Ah, this gives me a headache. I dare not provoke those crazy dogs. If they have their eyes on you, I'm afraid I'll have to sleep with one eye open in the future. Who knows, one day their hammer might come down on my head."

Jiuyin turned around and looked at the others. "You see, even I, a Dragon Gate Realm expert, dare not touch them. You guys won't have a good time in the future. Two wolf cubs have infiltrated a group of watchdogs. With these million spirit stones, I'm afraid most of it will go to them."

Wu Ping understood that this person was going to test their strength.

Sure enough.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere among the other demonic sect geniuses changed instantly.

Weren't they here for the sect's heritage spirit medicine and the guidance of experts?

What does this mean now?

In the training ground, everyone is supposed to be equal. Is this going against the principle of equality?

What's so special about these two people?

Why do they have to wear the same clothes and masks?

They don't have to.

Moreover, before they came, the heads of their respective families had already given orders. They didn't require them to stand out, they just needed to invest their own sect's Spirit Medicine.

We can't make a loss.

Now these two people are going to take away most of it.

Who would agree to that?

Someone immediately shouted, "Sir, we are not dogs!"

"Didn't you say that everyone is equal in the training ground!?"

Jiuyin nodded, "Yes, that's right. It's equal for everyone. Did I say it's not equal for everyone? But you can't expect the strong to enjoy the same treatment as you, can you?"

As he said this, Jiuyin placed his hand on Wu Ping's shoulder, "It seems like they are stronger than you."

"And this one next to him is not weak either."

Saying that, Jiuyin looked at Wu Ping, "Since you two want to be different from everyone else, you have to bear the hardships and challenges. Although you bear the name of Punishment Peak, if you die here, don't blame me. I treat everyone equally and only favor the strong."

"If you survive in the future, don't hold a grudge against me. This path is the one you chose for yourselves. Don't go complaining, that's not what a good child should do."

Wu Ping could tell that Punishment Peak seemed terrifying.

Even the Dragon Gate Realm experts were quite wary of it.

But since they made it clear, Wu Ping should also have an attitude, "Sir, please rest assured. Life and death are predetermined, and wealth and honor are in the hands of fate. No one can be blamed."

"Good, well said, very elegant. I like it. It seems like you are also a scholar, and Lin Wanli is also a person of taste."

Wu Qi didn't care about the occasion and took out his notebook to write.

Jiuyin curiously asked, "What are you writing?"

Without lifting his head, Wu Qi said, "Quotes from the strong, life and death are predetermined, and wealth and honor are in the hands of fate."

This action made Jiuyin burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, you two are a perfect match. One speaks, the other remembers. It's really interesting."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. Most of the expected people have arrived. Although each of you has contributed Spirit Medicine, not everyone can accept my teachings. In order to instruct you, I have gone through great lengths to kill a member of a righteous sect and used their sect to create a small secret realm."

"I have named this secret realm the Blood Corpse Forbidden Ground."

"Each of the blood corpses within it has been marked by me. Killing one earns you one point, killing an elder is worth one hundred points, and the deputy sect master, who has two, is worth five hundred points each. The sect master is worth one thousand points."

"The weakest blood corpse among them is comparable to a typical Soul Ascension fifth or sixth stage cultivator, which is also the cultivation level of the weakest among you. The elders are at the peak of Soul Ascension, the deputy sect masters are at the Soul Sea level, and the sect master is at the fifth stage of Soul Sea."

"We will use an elimination system. Let's make it one day. I don't care if you kill or get killed, you cannot leave for one day. After one day, I will bring you out again. Among those who survive, the one with the fewest points will be eliminated and kicked out... 0."

"I don't teach useless people. Everyone was a genius when they were young."

"Of course, you can also cooperate or fight alone. But I want to say that killing is allowed inside, but considering that you are all geniuses from various sects, each person only has one chance to kill. You can't kill too many, or else it will be a complete failure and you won't be able to explain it later."

"Do you understand?"

"We understand!"

The talented disciples from various demonic sects below shouted in unison.

"Alright, now it's time for grandstanding and resting. I know many of you already have grievances with each other. Take this opportunity to curse each other. Later, you can chase and kill each other inside. Hahaha."

"Time is up, let's begin. I'm really looking forward to it!"

Jiuyin's laughter was a bit twisted.

"Oh, by the way, put that down. Day by day, imitating others and being unique, without considering one's own identity. Hey, did that kid named Wu Ping see it? This person is the previous one who wanted to be unique, but I gave him a beating. However, I also gave him a chance. If he performs well next, I will definitely give him more attention."

"So, you see, one by one, not using their brains, what a great opportunity to show off. It won't kill you, so why be so timid? You guys without any background, learn from others more, bet today for a brighter tomorrow."

The young man hanging on the rack was let down.

Covered in blood.

The first thing he did after coming down was to tear off the mask on his face and rip off the black clothes on his body.

He shouted, "Great, thanks to Lord Jiuyin for the favor and punishment."

"Take a look, what is this called? Wu Ping, you are a scholar, you tell us," Jiuyin said with a strange expression.

In his heart, he thought to himself: This demonic cultivator is really abnormal in the head.

But he continued speaking: "Danger and opportunity coexist. There's a local saying in our hometown that goes, 'The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.'"

"Not bad, not bad. It's interesting to chat with a scholar."

Jiu Yin praised.

The young man sitting on the ground grinned at Wu Ping and said, "I also like scholars."

Wu Ping's body shivered.

SUB...

He had already arrived in the Immortal Cultivation World. Could he still encounter the cunning Zero?

His sexual orientation is normal.

"Alright, alright, why are you all standing there? Curse at me, ignite the flames of hatred!"

With Jiu Yin's words, a barrage of insults erupted in the air.

However, their attack power was average.

At least, that's how it appeared to Wu Ping.

He stood aside, not interested in participating.

Jiu Yin was clearly just playing with them.

It was like watching monkeys perform tricks.

He wasn't stupid, so of course he wouldn't participate.

However, due to their unconventional behavior and Jiu Yin's previous words, some of the talented individuals from the demonic sect started paying attention to the two of them.

Among them, a young man wearing a bear mask walked over.

"Hey, you two, after you go in, make sure you don't run into me. I'm called Quan Shan. If you encounter me, one of you will be left with 0.4 of your strength, and the other will be killed. Got it?"

Once the first person spoke, the second and third followed suit.

Each one came forward and made threats.

Wu Qi's violent temper made him want to draw his sword and chop them up. With such an attitude, if not restrained, he would turn them into minced meat.

But now he couldn't kill anyone.

Wu Ping had no choice but to calm him down and said, "Don't be impatient, we have to give Lord Jiuyin face. We can't bite off more than we can chew. We'll kill them later. Here, take this good thing and listen."

As he spoke, he handed over a pair of earphones.

This was given to him by Cao Ke's three sisters before returning to the Immortal Cultivation World.

Wu Qi looked at the little gadget that kept making sounds in front of him, his eyes filled with killing intent mixed with confusion.

Imitating Wu Ping, he put the earphones on his ears.

He could hear extremely aggressive and passionate music coming from them.

But he couldn't understand the language of the Blue Star, but the melody was pleasant and particularly inspiring.

It gave Wu Qi the feeling of kicking away the cows in his hometown and plowing two acres of land by himself.

"Is this a ballad?" Wu Qi asked excitedly.

He was still young, about the same age as Wu Ping, and his maturity was not that high.

"You can understand it that way. This is a Law Weapon, similar to your book," Wu Ping explained.

Wu Qi understood it roughly. It wasn't very useful, but it was a fascinating little Law Weapon.

He liked it very much.

He took out several pieces of spirit stones from his pocket and said, "Sell one to me?"

"You don't need to buy it, just keep it and listen. Don't be so formal between us," Wu Ping said, although his actions were not slow at all.

In the blink of an eye, the spirit stones in Wu Qi's hand were gone.

Wu Qi was speechless, but he had already gotten used to Wu Ping's habit of being broke.

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