Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

Several beautiful maids walked out from around the corner.

However, after learning about their true identities, Wu Ping put away his admiration.

They were holding trays.

On top of them were various things that Wu Ping had never seen before.

"Elder, what is this?" Wu Ping asked in confusion.

"Weren't you looking for poison for self-defense? These are all poisons, and they are highly toxic. As long as you bury these poisons in your body's acupoints, with a single thought and the activation of spiritual power, these poisons will instantly evaporate and show their effects."

"Because the powdered poisons have a high consumption rate and low efficiency, I have refined them all into the appearance of pills."

"The duration of one poison pill can last for a thousand years."

"This is the Soul-Melting Pill. When it takes effect instantly, it can cause the heart of the poisoned person to instantly rot, full of holes, and the soul will be directly dissolved."

"This is the Spirit-Devouring Bone-Attaching Pill. When someone is poisoned by it, the medicinal properties will devour their spiritual energy and attach to their bones, spreading and infecting like ink dropped into clear water."

"This is the Heart-Demon Refining Pill, specifically used to deal with those righteous cultivators. Planting this poison will instantly trigger the eruption of their heart demons, hehehe..."

"Also, also, look at this. This is a poison that I am quite satisfied with. It's called 'Severing Intestines and Linking Death.' When a person is poisoned with this, the regrets buried deep in their heart will instantly magnify by tens of thousands or millions of times. They will be overwhelmed with grief and regret until death, and may even commit suicide right in front of you!"

"What if they don't regret it?" Wu Ping suddenly asked.

"If they don't regret it, then even if they are powerful, there are still three pills waiting for them ahead!" Ouyang Zhongmo said proudly. He seemed like a child showing off his toys.

"But Elder, you've said so much. How can the people who use these poisons avoid them? And by burying these poison pills in their bodies, aren't they just poisoning themselves directly?"

Ouyang Zhongmo waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, how could that be? If I couldn't solve such a simple problem, why would I even bother refining poison pills?"

"These poison pills are poisonous when separated, but when combined, they become medicine. When the spiritual power is activated and released, it becomes poison. But the pill itself is medicine, nourishing the physical body and filling your spiritual power with potent toxins."

"The cultivator's body is like an indispensable key. Without the body as a bridge and without the activation and release of spiritual power, it's just a sugar-coated pill. Don't believe me? I'll take one to show you."

Ouyang Zhongmo, too, was fearless.

He directly grabbed a poison pill and threw it into his mouth, crunching it with 30 chews.

Wu Ping couldn't stop him in time.

He broke out in a cold sweat as he watched.

This elder is truly a straightforward person.

The item is indeed good, but even without mentioning the price, just by listening to its effects, Wu Ping knew he couldn't afford it.

"Let's forget it, Elder. I can't afford it."

As soon as Wu Ping said he couldn't afford it, Ouyang Zhongmo immediately became unhappy.

"What do you mean you can't afford it? I'm giving it to you for free."

As he spoke, he stuffed the vials containing the poisonous pills into Wu Ping's arms.

Huh? For free?

At this moment, Wu Ping suddenly remembered what Lin Wanli had said before, that even one point was enough.

Could this elder also be related to Lin Wanli?

Isn't it inappropriate for him to take it all and leave?

But he was also very tempted.

Wu Ping was momentarily hesitant, and he always felt that this elder was strange.

"Elder, set a condition. I can't just take this for free. If I can fulfill it, then I'll take it. If I can't, please forgive this disciple for not accepting it."

With just one sentence, Ouyang Zhongmo became somewhat anxious.

"How about you become my disciple?"

The Three Immortals in the void:

Wu Ping: "Huh?"

"I said, how about you become my disciple?"

Wu Ping was dumbfounded.

So, after giving him so many things, he wanted him to become his disciple.

Wu Ping doesn't have this idea now. He doesn't lack techniques, and his cultivation is supported by the Demonic Tree. To put it bluntly, in a few years, even a dozen years, his cultivation will surpass his master.

That would be so awkward.

Seeing Wu Ping not speaking, Ouyang Zhongmo hurriedly said, "No need to bow, no need to bow. As long as you become my disciple, I will pass on all my skills to you. I know a lot, from alchemy to formations, I can do whatever you can think of, and even what you can't think of."

"In the future, I will also take care of your meals as a disciple. Let me tell you, in these aspects, within the entire Seven Blood Sect, I can rank second!"

"You won't lose out by becoming my disciple."

"Then who is the first?" Wu Ping asked casually.

"That would be my senior, the powerful one who watched me grow up, the sixth immortal in our Seven Blood Sect, the Heavenly Demon Lord!"

"But that's only temporary. I have already created millions of soul seeds, spread all over the place. Each soul seed is my life insurance and represents my next life. Eventually, one day, I will surpass the Heavenly Demon Lord!"

"And as long as I don't leave the Seven Blood Sect, no one can kill me. I can live peacefully for millions of years, hahaha, with stability, who can defeat me?"

Wu Ping:

The three Void Immortals: ...............

Wu Ping felt that something was still not right. He hadn't thought through this apprenticeship. He put down the things he was holding.

He bowed.

"Thank you, Elder, for your high regard. But I really haven't made up my mind. I won't take these things. Thank you again, Elder. Goodbye, Elder."

After Wu Ping finished speaking, he immediately rushed out.

"Hey, hey, hey! Come back! We can still talk!"

Feeling Wu Ping's aura rushing down the mountain, Ouyang Zhongmo felt somewhat helpless.

He reached out and took out a head without a skull, with the brain exposed.

He was scared and slapped his head.

His head instantly opened, and Ouyang Zhongmo threw the poisonous pill inside and said, "Go follow him."

The head instantly flew out.

The originally brightly lit hall immediately turned dark.

Those demons and monsters, only heard the sound of crying and wailing coming from the hall.

"Wuwuwu, did I do something wrong? I just wanted a successor wuwuwu....."

"I'm not ugly wuwuwu, it's those people outside who slandered my character... Why won't he become my disciple wuwuwuwuwu....."

"I don't want to live anymore wuwuwu....."

Thud.

"Stupid pillar, who the hell chose this material? Can't even kill a person wuwuwu. The head is fine but the pillar is broken. My head hurts a bit. Someone, go torture and skin the person who chose the pillar wuwuwuwuwu....."

......

Wu Ping, who was escaping down the mountain, suddenly felt something hanging on the hem of his clothes.

He turned his head to look!

Oh my goodness!

It scared him.

A human head!

A flying human head!

No eyes, no nose, no skull, just the white brain exposed, jumping up and down.

It bit firmly onto Wu Ping's clothes, making continuous whimpering sounds, like a little dog biting onto a slipper.

Wu Ping slapped it away with one hand.

He didn't put much strength into it, not to mention a creepy human head, even a mountain could be turned to ashes by him.

But even with such a terrifying slap.

He still didn't manage to knock it off.

It's like hitting a piece of cotton, all the force is absorbed by it.

There was a continuous sound of whimpering coming from the mouth.

Wu Ping stopped.

Grabbing this thing and pulling it down.

With a snap.

The head didn't come off, but the clothes were torn.

But he couldn't care less. This Human Demon Peak is too strange. He picked up the flying head and threw it heavily into the distance towards the sky.

As the head flew further and further, it gradually disappeared from sight.

Finally, a smile appeared on Wu Ping's face. "What the hell is this thing? I can't kill it no matter how much strength I use."

Just as he was wondering.

Suddenly, the whimpering sound rang in Wu Ping's ears again.

His head instantly became big.

"Why did it come back again..."

Wu Ping finally understood now. This thing seems to have no malicious intent, but he doesn't know why it keeps biting his clothes.

So he spoke up, hoping that this flying head could understand human language.

"You, stop, stop!!!"

A shout of anger.

The flying head finally stopped its excitement, no longer tearing at Wu Ping's clothes, but loosened its grip and looked up at him, sticking out its tongue and panting.

Just like a dog.

Wu Ping asked, "What do you want?"

Upon hearing this, the flying head opened its mouth and spat out the poisonous pills and tea leaves that Wu Ping hadn't taken away.

There was also a piece of paper inside.

"This thing is called Feitou Man. It has its own space inside its body, can hold things, hold people, and has excellent defensive power."

Wu Ping understood when he saw these things.

These strange little things were given to him by the elder.

They also came with poisonous pills and tea leaves.

Wu Ping had no choice. If he didn't accept them, this flying head demon would probably keep following him.

He turned around and bowed to Human Demon Peak.

Looking at the flying head demon on the ground.

Wu Ping couldn't help but think of the first time he met Ouyang Zhongmo. He said he needed to think for a moment, but ended up directly opening his own skull.

This flying head demon really had something in common with that elder.

He patted his waist belt.

The flying head demon jumped up and bit the snake tail wrapped around Wu Ping's waist.

It didn't hurt, but it angered the snake. It whipped its tail and threw the flying head demon off.

But in an instant, it came back and stared warily at the snake.

Wu Ping patted his waist belt, and it found the right position before carefully biting onto it, hanging on tightly as if it had become an accessory.

Looking at Wu Ping's current appearance.

A blood-red snake, with most of its body coiled around his waist, forming a circle, and its head hanging on his shoulder.

On the left side of his waist hung the strange-looking flying head demon, and on the right side hung the blood-red gourd carved by Lin Wanli.

All of this was paired with the exquisite, but slightly sinister, black and red robe.

With this appearance, although it couldn't be said that he was definitely a demonic cultivator, he definitely didn't look like a good person.

With these things hanging on him, Wu Ping flew back to Juxian City.

He found Lin Wanli, who was cultivating his sword, and asked, "Who is that elder?"

Lin Wanli looked at the flying head demon hanging on Wu Ping's waist and said, "He is the Ouyang Zhongmo I told you about."

"Why did he take me as his disciple? Did he have his eye on me a long time ago? What is it about me that attracts him?"

Wu Ping was puzzled. He had only been in the Seven Blood Sect for a short time.

Moreover, the last time he had questions about merit and cultivating divine seeds, it was Ouyang Zhongmo who clarified them for him.

Wu Ping speculated that he had been targeted a long time ago.

Lin Wanli nodded, "Yes, he has been targeting you since you started training. He wants to take you as his disciple."

"Although you have talent, are young, have high combat power, and are handsome, these are not the main reasons he wants to take you as his disciple."

Wu Ping forced a smile, "Thank you, please tell me the reason."

"Because he feels that you and he have similar ideas. He thinks you are a genius, especially in the use of soul cultivation. He believes that your souls are cultivated through his secret method."

"Especially that time when you summoned that fat soul with so many arms, it seemed naturally born. He has been studying these things for the past few hundred years and is fascinated by them, so he wants to take you as his disciple!"

"He doesn't have any disciples. If you agree, you will be his first and last disciple."

Wu Ping couldn't help but think about it.

He couldn't agree to become his disciple. How would he explain how he obtained these souls in the future? Should he say that he brought them from another world? Wouldn't that be a mess?

"What do you think? Should you consider it? He is one of the most mysterious and wealthy elders in our entire Seven Blood Sect. He is known for being able to survive any dangerous situation and has many hidden cards. People outside call him the Devil's Gate."

"Because no matter what kind of desperate situation, he always has a way out, and he keeps revealing one hidden card after another."

"Many powerful people can defeat Elder Ouyang Zhongmo, but they can't kill him. And he holds grudges. Do you know what he did to a sect master of a major sect?"

"What did he do?"

Wu Ping asked further.

Lin Wanli continued, "For two thousand years, yes, a full two thousand years, he didn't cultivate a single day. He specifically went to cause trouble for that sect, hunting down their disciples and..."

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Killing the elder of a certain family, then spending a hundred years disguising oneself, establishing an identity, even marrying and having children, and finally becoming the spiritual stone supplier for that family's sect."

"And then, one day a hundred years later, that family's sect celebrated its ten thousandth anniversary and needed a large amount of spiritual stones. He directly paid people to deliver the stones, but they were all poisoned. Over ten thousand disciples of that sect died from the poison."

"He also modified the grand formation of that sect, adding a potent medicine called "He Huan San" to the place where spiritual energy was converted. The sect suffered from the effects of the medicine for several years."

"Moreover, he even dug up the ancestral tomb of that family in order to accurately locate the ancestral tomb of the sect. He self-studied the art of Feng Shui and achieved the level of a grandmaster. In the end, he successfully dug up the ancestral tomb and spent several hundred years doing so."

"The most outrageous thing is that later on, when that sect abandoned half of its territory and invited several sects and families of similar size to the Seven Blood Sect to cause trouble for him and force the Seven Blood Sect to abdicate, he was one of the core elders of the demonic sect. How could the Seven Blood Sect possibly yield? If they wanted to fight, they would fight. As a result, the entire sect prepared for battle."

"And then he appeared again. Can you guess what he did?"

Ouyang Zhongmo couldn't figure it out and shook his head.

Lin Wanli explained, "He directly committed suicide in front of everyone. All the powerful figures watched him die, and everyone thought he was dead. In order to avoid implicating the Seven Blood Sect. But he had planted a seed beforehand and resurrected. Moreover, he resurrected in the family of the powerful figure who had first provoked him, becoming one of that powerful figure's descendants. And then..."

In secret, Lu cultivated a relationship with our Seven Blood Sect and caused the demise of that powerful individual.

That powerful individual still doesn't know that it was our Seven Blood Sect who sought revenge on Elder Ouyang. As a result, that powerful individual decided to seclude themselves and break through their own boundaries to duel with us. Elder Ouyang used a secret technique to find the location where they secluded themselves and every day, he would administer a colorless and tasteless poison, a slow-acting one.

His skill in concocting poison is exceptional, and the toxicity of the poison is slow-acting. He administered it for a full five hundred years until the accumulated toxicity within that powerful individual's body finally erupted.

To conceal his administration of the poison, he would go to the doorstep of that powerful individual every day, pretending to be a descendant of that powerful individual. Today, he would tell that powerful individual that someone from our sect was killed, and tomorrow, he would tell them that our sect's territory was seized.

He would speak while crying, wailing, and knocking his head on the ground.

A person who is secluded and closed off from the world should strive for tranquility. How could they endure all of this?

Under the convergence of all these circumstances, the ancient sect that had been passed down for thousands of years and the family of that powerful individual for tens of thousands of years were destroyed by Elder Ouyang.

Later, someone came to demand justice, and Elder Ouyang boldly declared that he could die if necessary.

No one dared to let him die because they didn't know if he would be reborn within their own family and spend another few thousand years plotting against them. No one could withstand that.

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