After traversing to the apocalypse, I am extremely delighted as a Demon Cultivator Chapter 12 - The disciple of Qingfeng who was scared out of his wits.

Chapter 12: The disciple of Qingfeng who was scared out of his wits.

Where’s this regular demon cultivation? Just mentioning the soul-refining streamer Wu Ping unfolded made him quite popular among the outer disciples of the Blood Rain Sect.

Well, darn it! Why hadn’t we seen such a figure in the Blood Rain Sect? As for Wu Ping, he only brought out the soul-refining streamer to give me a boost. He didn’t even need to take action, just a sweep. If he couldn’t handle such a simple task, he would probably be rewarded with a thick skin.

That was not how people should behave. Wushuang Qing, with a different mindset, said, “You’re not worthy of my brother Wuping to fight you in the end. Just his demonic weapon, the soul-refining streamer, crafted by slaughtering thousands!”

“Your opponent today is me!” Wushuang Qing thought straightforwardly, intending to let this person return to Qingfeng Sect, promptly bringing back Wu Ping’s information. Then, he planned to send someone to intercept Wu Ping as soon as possible.

But these words exploded in the ears of the Deng and Zhang families. “We only have 800 people in the Zhang family. This spells disaster for us!”

“With such a demon, our foundation for hundreds of years is in jeopardy!”

“Blood Rain Sect Wu Ping, I won’t forget your name, even if I become a ghost!”

“Hope you have a living soul. It’ll be your honour to be drawn into the soul-refining streamer by Brother Wu!”

In the sky, Du Yucui looked excitedly at Wu Ping after he shot the speaker with a flying sword. Initially, the Zhang family could resist this, but their morale is shattered.

The children of the Deng family, fueled with determination, were massacred. Wushuangqing and Zou Qiwen joined the fight at the sixth level of spirit introduction, with Zou Qiwen touching the seventh level threshold. However, because of Wu Ping’s presence, they didn’t dare to fully engage in the fight, and their original strength waned. Wushuang Qing became irritable, wondering why he hadn’t noticed before that this Qingfeng Sect disciple was holding back so much.

She had already eased up, but this person kept retreating! Wu Ping swept through the air, gaining the upper hand repeatedly, not making it too obvious.

Now, why didn’t she notice earlier? Why was this Qingfeng Sect disciple putting in so much effort?

Zou Qiwen’s body underwent repeated decorations, frustrating Wushuang Qing, who almost yelled, “Are you a pig brain!?” She wanted to release Zou Qiwen now, but the pressure from Wu Ping on the side made it impossible.

With the continuous assaults and the mounting pressure from Wu Ping, it all became the last straw that broke the camel’s back. Under the intense pressure, Zou Qiwen finally broke through. The aura of heaven and earth rebelled instantly, signalling Zou Qiwen’s imminent breakthrough.

After Han Guang slashed down a disciple of Li’s family, he shouted, “Brother Wu, hurry up, this person is about to break through!” Wushuangqing felt joy, realising her efforts weren’t in vain.

Facing the onslaught of the Deng family’s father and son, Li Renjie laughed wildly, declaring, “You’re all going to die. Today, you’ll pay for the blood of my Li family!”

Seeing this, Wu Ping knew he couldn’t stay idle any longer. Things could take a turn for the worse if he didn’t intervene. Violently pulling out the soul-refining streamer, Wu Ping waved his mana. It was the first time he used the soul-refining streamer crafted from a zombie soul in actual combat. Black clouds rolled in, and an overwhelming sense of oppression filled the air.

“Roar!”

Repeated roars emanated from the soul-refining streamers. The patterns on the cloth seemed alive, with evil ghosts and zombies ready to surge forth. Everyone present was stunned. They had seen soul-refining streamers before, but none exhibited such power.

Before the ghosts emerged, the ferocity and resentment were evident, surpassing the ordinary soul-refining spirits. If Wu Ping knew what people were thinking, he would say, “Nonsense! We’re refining the souls of zombies. Of course, there’s enough resentment and cruelty. Even when these living souls’ masters were alive, they were top-tier flesh-eating beings.”

How many people in the Demon Sect consume the flesh and blood of the living? Under the overwhelming power, it felt like the world’s end was approaching. The entire Zhang family echoed with their roars as zombies and ghosts emerged.

In the midst of this, Zou Qiwen, overwhelmed by terror, spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with horror and fear. Wu Ping’s soul-refining streamer had shaken his Taoist heart to the core. His face turned pale, and he turned and fled in a panic. As an outer disciple on a mission, he didn’t want to die yet. He had a promising future ahead.

Seeing him run away left everyone dumbfounded. Wu Ping, puzzled, let out a confused ‘Huh?’ sound. At that moment, Han Guang ascended into the sky, raising his knife high and swiftly cleaving Zou Qiwen in half from bottom to top. Zou Qiwen, already frightened, couldn’t escape. Han Guang’s cultivation was weaker than his, and blood sprayed into the air.

“Hahahaha, happy, happy!” Han Guang laughed triumphantly, his body covered in blood, yet the oppression from Wu Ping, surrounded by zombies and evil spirits, remained more powerful.

“A great victory in this battle is in sight. Deng Jiaerlang is dead!” Deng Shuangjiang declared, completely unhinged. With the Qingfeng Sect disciple dead, the Li family had no reason to fear. The massacre continued, and the sky was ablaze.

Du Yucui, beside him, looked at Wu Ping with admiration. It was like being tied up by a murderer who didn’t kill but didn’t treat hostages well. Despite the abnormal treatment, hostages might fall in love with the murderer. This was how Du Yucui felt now.

As for Wu Ping, he felt this matter was perplexing. His brows furrowed as he seemed to have done something, although he couldn’t pinpoint what. Even shaking his head, he questioned why this person died when he seemingly did nothing.

Wushuang Qing gazed at Wu Ping with a complex expression and said, “This son is the great demon!”