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

Chapter 25: The righteous destruction of relatives and the son of fire, the eternal magic green technique

“No, this He Jun’s father is He Baishan, the powerhouse of the soul realm!”

“What’s wrong? Let me ask you, if you are He Jun, and you really did this, you’re going to die anyway in front of so many of us. Do you dare to admit it?”

“Of course, I dare. It’s all dead anyway, and a good name and infamy are just names!”

“That’s right, then you can change your thinking. If you are He Jun and you did these things, you will definitely die today, but you are afraid of infamy on your back. Will you bite Wu Ping back?”

“If I thought of this, I would definitely!” The man affirmed.

“That’s right, either admit it or bite back, but He Jun didn’t say anything. Isn’t this very suspicious?”

“You mean, Master Wu has He Jun’s handle in his hand, but He Jun’s father, He Baishan, is a strong man in the soul realm, isn’t he?….”

“It seems that you have already guessed something. That’s right, Master Wu is not even afraid of He Baishan. Think about it.”

“But don’t talk nonsense about today’s affairs. Since Master Wu said that He Baishan did it, He Baishan did it. If anyone talks nonsense, when Master Wu comes to the door, he will bear the consequences alone.”

Everyone had thoughts in their hearts, understanding the unspoken truths. As for He Jun, it was none of their business if he died. However, some people couldn’t keep their mouths shut, leading to consequences like a patriarch cutting his son alive in Nanyang Mansion. The son had been spreading rumours that Wu Ping did the 100-mile serial slaughter in Water Town and that He Jun was just a scapegoat. The patriarch invited powerful figures to watch the ceremony, where he killed his son alive for the sake of the family’s safety.

The news of He Jun’s tragic death soon reached the Baishan Sect, and He Baishan, furious, shouted, “Wu Ping! You abused and killed my son, and you put such a big disaster on my son’s head. I am at odds with you!”

Wu Ping couldn’t hear these harsh words at that moment. He was sitting between the green mountains and waters, flipping through the ancient books in his hand—the Eternal Magic Green Tactics.

He read the following words in a book.

[People today don’t see the ancient moon. This month used to be like the ancients. I feel a lot of emotions. I don’t know why the exercises of the past are better than the current exercises. What is the truth of this? Could it be that today’s people are really worse than the ancients?]

Wu Ping thought the opposite of the writer, Seeing the towering magic tree and the two mountains, I feel it in my heart. Sitting quietly under the magic tree for thousands of years, once you get enlightenment, the Eternal Magic Green…

In simple terms, one person was not content. Why were ancient exercises, with a long history, stronger than the current ones? Was the wisdom of today’s people not as powerful as the ancients? He couldn’t accept it. Walking both the path of the ancients and the present, what did ancestors make the sacrifices if progress couldn’t surpass the ancients?

One day, he saw a towering tree between two mountains, and insights struck him. After sitting down and cultivating for thousands of years, he created the Eternal Magic Green Technique. However, his severe injuries delayed his achievements. He should have stood horizontally between heaven and earth without the heavens pulling him back.

The more Wu Ping read, the more frightened he became. The Eternal Magic Green Technique was terrifying. Using the half-soul as a seed, it bred a magic tree, nurtured with various flesh and blood as nutrients. The human and tree became one—powerful, even after death. Resurrection was possible through the stored half-soul in the magic tree.

Wu Ping was overwhelmed with impressions of the technique: oppressive, cruel, bloody, and powerful. He liked it very much! Soul-swallowing was no longer suitable. Wu Ping considered changing exercises as his realm increased, but the right one hadn’t come along.

Now, he found the Eternal Magic Green Technique, which was perfect for him. He understood He Jun’s motive to slaughter in Shuixiang, but the world wasn’t large enough. It was perfect in the doomsday world without the weakness of fragility before maturity. Flesh and blood were abundant, the time flow rate was tenfold, and there was no need to worry about aura with the spirit stone.

The technique also granted longevity, aligning with Wu Ping’s desire for a longer life. He realised he needed to accumulate more spirit stones for the magic tree’s voracious appetite.

“It seems I have to hurry up to earn spirit stones!” Wu Ping whispered. The magic tree would be a significant consumer, even after he left it to work on his behalf.

Wu Ping was elated, itching to get started. He contemplated planting the magic tree in the world of cultivating immortals but dismissed the idea. Revealing such a weakness to others would be foolish. He returned to the doomsday world to plant the tree first. With a swift movement, Wu Ping disappeared from his location.

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