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Chapter 47
Chapter 47: Demon and Evil Twin Stars, did you kill again?
Early in the morning on the second day, Wu Ping opened his eyes and observed the three people lying side by side. Taking a deep breath, he couldn’t help but comment on the oversized bed. “No wonder this bed is so big… It turned out that I was going to lie down for four… And these three people are too wild. Actually told me to call them sisters… Outrageous. It’s a setup by someone who finally managed to get it done. It’s over, break the work.”
After a night of reflection, Wu Ping decided to accept the situation. “But after a night of time, Wu Ping also figured it out. Outsiders are outsiders, after all. The inner talents are a family. I will also try my best to do what he said. Forget it. Treat them well in the future. In the world of cultivating immortals, it is not that there are no medicinal treasures that last for a long time and fix the face.”
Wu Ping acknowledged the genuine feelings of the three, especially noticing Xu Feifei’s strong physical presence. “Wu Ping could see that these three people really liked themselves. Can feel it. Xu Feifei has the best physique and the strongest physical strength. Indeed, who doesn’t like riding a horse?”
However, the morning after brought amusing moments. Cao Ling slapped Wu Ping, muttering in her sleep, “Degenerate, degenerate, Wu Ping, how could you be like this…” This prompted Cao Ling to put her arm on Wu Ping, saying, ”Brother Wu~~” To which Wu Ping responded, “Ugh… Let’s sleep for a while.”
As the morning progressed, the trio bid farewell with laughter and playful comments. “Brother Wu remembers to come back to see us.” “Brother Wu, we will miss you.” “Brother Wu, you can’t steal food with your little sister next time.” And a particularly memorable one, “Brother Wu… um… I don’t have fishnet stockings.” Wu Ping, surprised, replied, “I know. See you next time. Keep an eye on the house, keep an eye on the tree. It won’t be long before I will be back. If anything happens, go to the tree and call me as soon as possible.”
As Wu Ping was about to leave, he was shocked by their sudden reversal. “Goodbye, brother.” “Sisters will miss you.” “My brother is in good health, and he can’t bear his first day.” Wu Ping almost staggered. “These three people are going to be reversed! Anti-bone! All have anti-bones! One hundred catties of weight, ninety-nine catties of anti-bone.”
In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, after leaving the Baishan Sect, Wu Ping and Wu Qi headed straight to the Golden Sect Prefecture. Once there, they inquired about the ghost market where the fence was sold, realising it only opened at night. Wu Ping and Wu Qi secured a room for themselves.
Upon returning to the room, Wu Ping felt the aura of walking between heaven and earth. Breaking through once again, he ascended to the fourth level of the soul. Reflecting on the perversion of the eternal Demnic Green Technique, Wu Ping couldn’t help but sigh.
With ample support from human effort and aura, the cultivation progress of this entity has skyrocketed. However, the majority of individuals do not experience such rapid advancement. Wu Ping was willing to expend spirit stones, opting to feed the magic tree rather than use them for personal cultivation. Secondly, there exists a notable disparity in the time flow rates between the two worlds—tenfold, to be precise. If the cultivation of ordinary individuals was likened to using a small straw to draw in the aura, then the magic tree functions as a formidable water pump. Factors in the tenfold difference in time flow rates were similar to ten high-powered water pumps working in unison. It was a situation that bred contentment.
Additionally, Wu Ping found satisfaction in the enhancements the zombie crystal nucleus brought about. He perceived no significant bottlenecks and felt his entire body was transparent. Even when faced with occasional obstacles or incomprehensible aspects, the magic tree within his sea of knowledge responded by emanating golden light from its leaves, facilitating understanding.
This phenomenon perplexed Wu Ping, attributing it to the disparities between worlds or a fortuitous mutation within the magic tree. He notes that the magic tree was planted by He Jun, who lacked these characteristics. Wu Ping often contemplated the magic tree in his sea of knowledge, sensing a peculiar fusion of two contrasting elements.
“Perhaps it’s due to the influence of zombies?” Wu Ping muses, pondering his experiences in the Doomsday Realm throughout the night. As dawn approaches, he opens the door to find Wu Qi standing guard with a sword.
“Why are you here?” Wu Ping inquired.
“I’m guarding the door to prevent anyone from disturbing you,” Wu Qi responded.
“Have you killed someone?” Wu Ping asked.
Wu Qi sniffed the air and admitted, “I’ve killed quite a few. Why didn’t you take me with you?”
“I didn’t kill many,” Wu Ping defended, wondering if the scent of blood clings to him due to his proximity to the magic tree. “Maybe it’s the smell. I didn’t notice it myself.”
“Take me with you next time,” Wu Qi insisted.
The two descended the stairs, and a meal was promptly served. Wu Qi shared the news that their exploits had reached Capital City, leading to the adoption of the moniker “Demon Evil Double Star.” Curious, Wu Ping examined a scroll showcasing their depiction.
“Why do you look extraordinary and handsome, but I don’t?” Wu Ping comments, scrutinising the image. “Am I ugly?”
Wu Qi reassured him, suggesting they confront the artist, but Wu Ping dismissed the idea, expressing a desire to focus on selling their loot. However, he remained puzzled by the “Demon Evil Double Star” choice and questioned why they weren’t given a more dignified appellation.Ne/w novel chapt𝒆rs are p/u/blished on no/vel(/bin(.)c/o/m
“You’re not old enough to be called a son at fourteen,” Wu Qi explained.
Wu Ping fell silent, acknowledging the truth in Wu Qi’s statement. As they prepared to leave, Wu Qi proposed visiting the Martial King’s Mansion in the Capital City, leaving Wu Ping to contemplate the idea.
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