After traversing to the apocalypse, I am extremely delighted as a Demon Cultivator - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: The Evil Soul Big Fish comparable to the 8th level of Soul Ascension

Wu Qi thought for a moment and said, “Yes, but you can’t kill him. I have to be the one to do it.”

“Alright, alright, go ahead and kill him. To be honest, I do have a grudge against him, but since you’re paying for it, I’ll let you handle it. By the way, what’s the specific cultivation level of this old guy?”

“According to the information, he should be at the seventh level of soul ascension. I might suffer some minor injuries if I kill him.”

“Killing a seventh-level soul ascension cultivator, and you’ll be injured? So much for claiming to be invincible in the sky,” Wu Ping said with a smile.

“You don’t understand. I won’t explain it to you.”

“Cut, just bragging. You can boast all you want.”

“I’m not bragging! I just can be invincible!”

“Where are you going?” Wu Qi asked.

“I’m going back to sleep. I haven’t slept well during this time. I’ll see you at the mountain sect tomorrow.” Wu Ping waved his hand at Wu Qi without looking back and disappeared from his vision.

Observing Wu Ping’s departure, Wu Qi took the booklet from his storage bag and sat on the spot.

[On the eighth day of the eighth month in the Spirit Calendar, the weather cleared up at the Blood Rain Sect’s rear mountain, at the Earth Flame Spring Eye. There, I had the fortune to meet a friend named Wu Ping. His cultivation level is slightly higher than mine, his combat power is slightly stronger, and his physical body is slightly more robust. However, his swordsmanship surpasses mine by far. Strangely, it seems like he doesn’t focus on sword cultivation. Hmm… I often reflect on myself three times a day, why am I weaker than him? The answer is that I haven’t killed enough. I still need to work harder. Today, many interesting things happened… One is my friend Wu Ping, who is similar to my hobbies and likes to kill people… The second is that the patriarch is old, and the dead wood cannot be carved. My friends and I use the secret method of penance in the spring. If it is cultivated, will it not be a good story? However, he expelled me from Wu Ping…]

He spent the entire afternoon writing in a foreign language. Early the next morning, Wu Ping arrived at the mountain gate, and Wu Qi was already waiting.

“Good morning,” greeted Wu Ping.

Responding puzzledly, Wu Qi said, “Good morning… are you alright?”

“Do you have a flying artefact?” Wu Ping asked.

“Don’t you have one?”

“No, I’m relatively poor and can’t afford it.”

“Why don’t you grab one? I have a lot of things that I’ve grabbed.”

Wu Ping’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “Why didn’t I think of that? It makes sense!”

“You learn fast.”

“Indeed, there must be a master in the trio.”

Hearing this, Wu Qi quickly picked up his small notebook and began jotting down the quote. Wu Ping leaned over to see, finding it amusing.

“What are you remembering?”

“I think this sentence is very classic and makes sense. I will write it down and use it for storytelling in the future!”

Wu Ping couldn’t help but shake his head. This person was indeed something else.

After completing his writing, Wu Qi produced a flying carpet. They both sat up and embarked on their journey towards the Baishan Sect. Along the way, they were engrossed in their tasks – one refining his soul and the other recollecting things in his small notebook.

“Why do your kind have such peculiar shapes?” Wu Qi questioned with a frown. In Wu Ping’s hand, a third-level zombie soul with slender, sharp tentacles gnashed its teeth and claws, engaged in a fierce battle over the law of the dead soul.

Wu Qi looked bewildered and anxious. “What kind of soul is this supposed to be?”

“The world is vast, and your knowledge is limited. You need to broaden your horizons,” Wu Ping nonchalantly remarked, diverting attention.

Wu Qi listened attentively, even reflecting on himself. “Indeed, it seems I haven’t explored enough.”

“Yes, it’s commendable to have such self-awareness. Reading ten thousand books is better than travelling thousands of miles,” Wu Ping responded with another well-known saying.

Wu Qi busied himself with thoughts. Wu Ping noticed something – this person seemed to have numerous questions and was adorable. However, whenever Wu Qi became bothersome with his inquiries, Wu Ping simply countered with a philosophical statement or an ancient poem from Blue Star, effectively silencing him for a while. This discovery brought a sense of satisfaction to Wu Ping, who had found Wu Qi’s mute switch.

During their journey, Wu Qi was perplexed. Where were these living souls that Wu Ping possessed coming from? Not to mention their quantity, they were all fierce and terrifying in appearance. What baffled Wu Qi even more was the casual unveiling of a massive fish-like soul measuring 20 to 30 meters!

He muttered in a daze, “Fish… Can fish have souls, too?”

Wu Ping tilted his head, saying, “Who said fish don’t have souls?”

“But isn’t the soul exclusive to humans?” Wu Qi questioned, adhering to common knowledge.

Wu Ping sneered, “Why do you confine it to being a fish? Why define a being by its race?”

“But it looks like a fish,” Wu Qi insisted.

“Don’t speak nonsense if you don’t understand. Although it looks like a fish, I’m telling you it’s not a fish. Have you ever seen a fish with a living soul?”

“Okay, okay. You focus on your soul refinement, don’t disturb me,” Wu Qi conceded.

Wu Ping resumed his activities, and the enormous fish seamlessly merged with the laws in his hands. The Wu Qi surrounding him deepened, and soon, the fish emitted a roar that didn’t sound like a fish: “Roar!”

“Hahahahahahaha, it’s done!” Wu Ping triumphantly declared, revealing his soul streamer.

The surrounding Wu Qi converged as over a thousand evil spirits flew out of the soul streamer, led by the gigantic fish, soaring into the sky.

In awe, Wu Qi held his pen, his hand trembling slightly. This experience reshaped his worldview completely.

“So, the soul-refining streamer isn’t just an ordinary magical item. This fish resembles a monk of the eighth level or higher, yet it’s still a soul entity with over a thousand spirits under its command…,” Wu Qi marvelled, jotting down the scene in his notebook.

He couldn’t witness these extraordinary spectacles, but Wu Ping allowed him to see and hear them. In his diary:

[Spiritual Calendar*********， On August 11th, it was sunny, and my dear friend Wu Ping opened my eyes today. It is really a wonder in the world. Fish have a living soul, and the secret method is refined to obtain the eight-fold evil spirits of the soul… the evil fish, soaring in the sky, is really majestic and domineering. I can’t do it, but my riding skills are acceptable. I am envious and want to call on my best friend. Let’s try it……].