After traversing to the apocalypse, I am extremely delighted as a Demon Cultivator - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Du Yucui’s change of attitude, inexplicably received gifts from Wu Ping

Deng Shuangjiang was plump, and his face was wrinkled when he smiled.

Wushuangqing nodded, “Master Deng, will my disciple arrive first?”

“No holy sect disciple has arrived first,” Deng Shuangjiang replied, glancing at the three of Wushuang Qing.

Wushuangqing wondered, “Isn’t the Blood Rain Sect supposed to have four disciples according to the message? Why only three?”

But he didn’t dare to ask more, as disciples of demonic cultivation generally have a bad temper.

He chuckled, “The banquet is ready. I’ll stay with my son to guard the gate and await the remaining holy disciples. Please, masters, go ahead.”

The three had no choice but to enter the hall and take their seats, introducing themselves to each other.

Deng Shuangjiang learned that Wu Ping was the missing Blood Rain Sect disciple.

He speculated, “Experts usually make a grand entrance. Wu Ping must be formidable, explaining why they arrived first.”

“Is it okay if we start without Wu Ping?” He tentatively asked, wanting to confirm his guess.

Du Yucui firmly responded, “No way!”

Everyone looked at her, and she added, “Let’s wait for him. Wu Ping should be here soon.”

Du Yucui’s mind replayed the words of Han Guang and Wushuangqing along the way, making her anxious.

She thought, “I might have spoken too much, but in this situation, I must apologise.”

“If they start without waiting for Wu Ping and he arrives later, it might lead to trouble.”

“Wushuang Qing and Han Guang only irritated Wu Ping for the first time, but this will be my second time.”

“I can’t risk being alone and encountering Wu Ping…”

“No, no, no!”

“We’re all fellow disciples. Let’s wait for him to eat together. I’m not very hungry yet. What do you think, Sister Wushuang, Brother Han?” Du Yucui suggested.

“I’m not hungry either. Let’s wait for him,” Wushuang Qing agreed.

“Everyone is from the same sect. There’s no reason to eat first,” added Han Guang.

Deng Shuangjiang was even more convinced of his guess.

“This Wu Ping must be a powerhouse!”

Without him, the three didn’t dare to touch their chopsticks. Despite their polite words, the atmosphere of the Demonic Sect would never allow such camaraderie. It was all a facade!

The Demon Sect values strength. They must fear Wu Ping!

That’s right! It seems I need to build a good relationship with Wu Ping.

“The guest is here!” A shout came from outside.

Deng Shuangjiang immediately stood up. He couldn’t recognise his son’s voice, and the enthusiastic shout must be the last Blood Rain Sect disciple, Wu Ping, arriving.

He walked out to welcome.

At the door, Wu Ping saw a plump man in traditional attire trotting towards him from a distance.

“Hahaha, Master Wu, please inform your subordinates to wait. The journey was long, and you must be tired. The rooms are prepared for a banquet. Hurry, follow me into the house,” Deng Shuangjiang said respectfully.

Wu Ping was puzzled.

Was the attitude this good? Could it be because he was wearing the Blood Rain Sect’s identity?

“Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“I am Deng Shuangjiang, the head of the Deng family. Your fellow disciples have arrived, and they informed me.”

Wu Ping understood. It was the three Wushuang Qing who had arrived.

“Let’s go. I’m also hungry.”

Wu Ping was indeed hungry, having slept and not eaten anything today. As he was about to step in, Deng Shuangjiang approached and discreetly handed him a silver ticket and two spirit stones.

Wu Ping looked puzzled.

“Hehehe, concerning the Zhang family matter, I hope Master Wu can pay more attention.”

Deng Shuangjiang smiled brightly.

It seemed that Wu Ping was indeed a formidable person. The attitude towards the Zhang family affair was indifferent.

Receiving the gifts, Wu Ping casually said, “You can rest assured about that.”

Wu Ping sat next to Du Yucui.

Du Yucui stood up instantly, “Wu…Brother Wu, please take a seat here.”

Wu Ping was confused.

What was going on with these people? Wasn’t this woman defiant just now?

He looked dissatisfied.

Why did she suddenly change her attitude? Could there be a conspiracy?

Although he thought so, Wu Ping still sat next to Du Yucui.

Du Yucui raised her glass and said, “Regarding what happened before, my junior sister offended you. Today, I apologise to Brother Wu. If there’s any offence, please forgive us.”

Strange! Very strange!

This development was wrong. According to the novel’s plot, wasn’t she going to mock him? Could there be poison in the wine?

“The past is over, and I didn’t take it to heart. You don’t have to worry. I’m not a petty person. I won’t drink the wine. Let’s discuss business first,” Du Yucui said happily.

Deng Shuangjiang’s eyes turned, appreciating the authority and professionalism displayed by Wu Ping. It was clear who held the higher status and stronger mana among the Blood Rain Sect disciples.

Seeing the improved relations between Wu Ping and Du Yucui, Wushuang Qing and Han Guang also breathed a sigh of relief. But Deng Shuangjiang saw it differently, attributing it to Wu Ping’s imposing presence.

He’s quite clever!

“If Brother Wu wants to talk business first, Master Deng, please proceed.”

Du Yucui, at this moment, seemed like Wu Ping’s fangirl sitting beside him. That fawning attitude made Wu Ping uncomfortable. He felt that something was off.