Chapter 35: Kill Wu Feng, want to kill Wu Kongsheng

The scent of blood, evil spirits, and a murderous aura surrounded Wu Ping, but he was
unfazed. He was accustomed to the chaotic and zombie-infested world of the Doomsday
Realm, where death was common. The heavy atmosphere did not bother him, much like how
one might not notice their own sweat after a workout. However, those around him perceived
him differently. They felt they were facing a mighty beast, solely due to Wu Ping’s
overwhelming presence.

Several onlookers, dressed as inner disciples, observed Wu Ping’s departure and couldn’t
help but comment on his aura.

“This is another kind of character.”

“I expected to see something interesting but didn’t anticipate encountering such an ominous
figure. This isn’t just a star. He could be named the Killing Star or the Evil Star. He might
surpass the second brother, Wu Qi.”

“You’re overthinking it. I’ve been at the inner door for a long time, and Brother Wu Qi was
the one we witnessed rising. He didn’t kill as many people outside as Wu Ping. The bloody
aura around him is almost fully formed.”

“I’m starting to doubt if I’m still practising demon cultivation. Compared to Wu Ping, I feel
like I’m a good person. At least, I’ve killed less than one-tenth of his tally.”

“Wu Ping is ruthless. It won’t be long before he gets promoted to the inner gate. The
encounter between the Evil Star and the Magic Star is intriguing!”

Upon reaching the sect, Wu Ping encountered Wu Kongsheng, who approached angrily but
hesitated upon closer inspection. The strong smell of blood emanating from Wu Ping was
overwhelming, leaving Wu Kongsheng intimidated.

“You…”

“What’s wrong?” Wu Ping raised an eyebrow.

“If you dare to return, I’ll make you taste my Brother Kongsheng’s power today!” Wu Feng
threatened, limping towards Wu Ping, visibly angry.

Wu Ping, unfazed, raised his hand and slammed it to the ground, causing Wu Feng to faint
instantly with broken bones and severe internal injuries.

“Wu Ping, are you going too far!?” Wu Kongsheng, holding a white jade bottle, summoned
the courage to confront Wu Ping.

“Indeed, I’m going too far. Any objections?” Wu Ping replied fearlessly. Being in the realm
of soul ascension and soon to be an inner disciple, he had little regard for an outer disciple
like Wu Kongsheng.

“Wu Ping! It depends on the owner to beat the dog!” Wu Kongsheng exclaimed.
Wu Ping raised his foot and crushed Wu Feng’s head with a click.

“You’re mistaken. It’s not about beating a dog or killing a dog. How about you?” Wu Ping
retorted.

“Well, well, Wu Ping, daring to harm a fellow disciple openly. Today, I will apprehend you
and bring you to the law enforcement hall for punishment!”

Urged by the aura, Wu Kongsheng attempted to use the power of magic against Wu Ping,
with the white jade bottle in his hand about to fall. However, having crushed Wu Kongsheng
physically in cultivation and experience, Wu Ping was not about to let him take the initiative.

With a swift motion, Wu Ping raised his hand, and the white jade bottle in Wu Kongsheng’s
grasp fell into his hand. “The middle-grade magic weapon, the soul-calling bottle, is a good
thing,” Wu Ping remarked. The soul bottle had a similar effect to the purple-gold-red gourd
in Journey to the West. The user could inhale their soul by calling the other party’s name.
This was a self-defence tool his father gave Wu Kongsheng in the Blood Rain Sect.

Wu Ping had the perfect solution for such a magic weapon – his soul-refining streamer. It
was not only easy to dissipate but also prone to being shredded and devoured by the zombies
and evil spirits within it. Now that he had the soul-calling bottle, he could conveniently refine
the living souls he encountered without worry.

Wu Kongsheng, desperate, demanded, “Give it back to me!” Wu Ping, looking mocking,

“This is my treasure bottle, Wu Ping. Give it back, and I won’t pursue today’s events,” Wu
Kongsheng pleaded.

Wu Ping scoffed, “Nonsense. This is mine. When did it become yours? Why do you want to
snatch my magic weapon? You’re audacious, daring to snatch the same magic weapon in
daylight. Prepare to pay with your life!”

Wu Ping didn’t want to waste time arguing. He knew keeping such a person around might
lead to trouble, and it was better to conclude matters today. Wu Kongsheng continued to
plead, but Wu Ping dismissed his pleas.

With a mana surge, Wu Ping prepared to unleash a lethal attack. However, a commanding
voice rang out before he could do so: “Stop!”

A white palm print shattered Wu Ping’s mana and struck him directly. Remarkably, Wu Ping
didn’t evade or dodge. The palm print hit him like a gentle breeze, leaving his clothes intact.
Wu Ping gracefully landed, positioning himself in front of Wu Kongsheng.

Onlookers exclaimed, “Sister Xue is here!”

The crowd speculated on why Senior Sister Xue would protect Wu Kongsheng. They soon
learned that Wu Kongsheng was favoured by Elder Qin and had the opportunity to become a
named disciple. Sister Xue, a direct disciple of Elder Qin, naturally stepped in to protect him.
As the unfolding scene garnered attention, some wondered what sparks would fly between
the fierce Wu Ping and the seasoned Senior Sister Xuexuan. Amidst the discussion, concerns
were raised about Wu Ping’s fate after killing a fellow disciple, possibly facing consequences
in the law enforcement hall.

However, a new possibility emerged in the conversation: what if Wu Ping broke through the
realm of soul ascension? Scepticism arose, as many believed Wu Ping, having entered the
Blood Rain Sect not long ago, couldn’t possibly surpass the more seasoned Wu Kongsheng in
terms of talent.