thenovelthief [125] The Heroes Of Nanshan Bullied Me Because I Was Old And Weak, And The Hating Spider Openly Carr
[125] The Heroes Of Nanshan Bullied Me Because I Was Old And Weak, And The Hating Spider Openly Carr
Upon hearing the girl's words, Wu Ping was stunned. He didn't know what to think. He had seen quite a few people in his life, but he had never heard such heartfelt words before.
"In fact, I may have a wish," Wu Ping said.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I won't tell you, because wishes lose their power once spoken," he replied with a laugh.
"Brother Wu Ping!!" she exclaimed.
"Hahaha."
As the night grew deeper, Wu Ping's name spread through the Twelve Caves of Nanshan with a terrifying momentum.
At the age of fifteen, with terrifying combat power and the cultivation of a first-generation divine seed, Wu Ping became famous.
People approached the disciples of the Seven Blood Sect who had come with Wu Ping, seeking information about him.
At first, the disciples of Human Demon Peak were cautious. But when they heard that Wu Ping's divine seed suppressed the entire field and defeated the Twelve Grotto-Heaven's proud elites in just a few moves, their tongues were loosened.
Their words flowed like a torrent, unceasingly. They revealed one thing after another that Wu Ping had done, which were not really secrets and could always be found out.
And Wu Ping didn't have any secrets that were known to outsiders.
With this news, the Twelve Caves of Nanshan were once again in an uproar.
This was simply the existence of a monster!
Now they finally understood why Wu Ping's physical body was so terrifying.
So it turned out that he had been holding back before.
No matter how strong the physical cultivation methods of the Twelve Caves of Nanshan were, they couldn't compare to the Vajra cultivation of a Buddha who specialized in the physical body.
And he was also a living Buddha, a reincarnated spiritual child.
Ten spiritual children died at Wu Ping's hands, and one was exchanged for three hundred thousand points.
The death of the Spirit Palace's spiritual child is truly unjust.
I heard the details, Wu Ping, with the cultivation of the Nine Layers of the Spirit Palace, intervened in the battle of the Dalai Lama's spiritual child. With one punch each, Wu Ping stood firm, and the Dalai Lama's spiritual child was directly hit into the mountains and then smashed into the ground.
In Wu Ping's hands, he seemed like a child.
Even the heavenly tribulation avoided Wu Ping. Is he really a demonic cultivator?
Who doesn't know that in the entire cultivation world, the heavenly tribulation favors demonic cultivators the most? If you don't encounter a demonic cultivator, it's fine, but if you do, it's a fight to the death.
But the heavenly tribulation didn't strike Wu Ping.
This is the unique favor of the heavens!
No wonder people dare to say that geniuses are just the threshold for him. To truly be able to fight against him, one must be a monster or a genius among geniuses.
Only then can one truly enjoy the pleasure of a battle.
Since his debut, he has been advancing triumphantly without a single defeat.
The souls under his command are all renowned figures in their respective regions.
There are even cultivators from the Twelve Caves of the Southern Mountains who admire Wu Ping as their idol.
What do you call someone who only knows brute force and lacks refinement? A brute!
What do you call someone who only knows killing and lacks cultivation? A butcher!
And what about someone like Wu Ping?
He is the most elegant rising star of the Seven Blood Sect, shining under the demonic path, the Demon Star among them.
With Wu Ping's existence, who dares to say that demonic cultivators are just ignorant of transformation and refinement? Although this world judges superiority based on the size of one's fists, when combined with other shining points and a powerful fist, the radiance emitted will illuminate the vast night sky for billions of miles.
The sea knows no bounds, the sky is my shore; I climb to the summit, becoming the peak.
The great roc soars with the wind for a day, soaring straight up for ninety thousand miles.
In the prime of life, one should enjoy oneself to the fullest, never let the golden goblet be empty when facing the moon.
Even those who don't understand poetry and music can write a good character!
Without understanding the meaning, it still stirs up a surge of hot-blooded aspirations.
When you look at a demonic cultivator who kills, you only fear him and think he is a rough person who might draw his sword against you in the next second. But when you look at a refined demonic cultivator who also kills, you can't help but think he is elegant.
There is a kind of 'beauty' that is full of fatal temptation.
It makes people unable to resist falling into it.
The last lingering melody of the song leaves behind so much longing and admiration for the young cultivators of the Twelve Caves of the Southern Mountains.
"A divine blood python coils around, with human heads hanging from the waist, blood-stained clothes as if freshly dyed, surpassing countless arrogant beings."
"Oh, how marvelous, the exquisite details of this melody, especially in this third part, blood-stained clothes as if freshly dyed, seamlessly connecting the previous and the next, like the tasteless white water suddenly turning into a sweet and refreshing drink, quenching an extraordinary thirst."
"The sun rises three poles high, a faint mist lingers between the mountains and rivers."
Wu Ping sleeps among the flower branches.
Snow-like petals flutter down.
Li Tong gently teases his face with a stalk of dogtail grass.
"Wu Ping, wake up, the grand assembly is about to begin. If you keep sleeping, you'll miss it."
Wu Ping, with sleepy eyes, slowly opens his eyes.
He stretches lazily.
A gentle aura emanates.
The wind blows, creating ripples in the sea of flowers. The scenery here is truly beautiful.
The voice of a young boy travels through the sea of flowers.
"The sun rises three poles high, I sleep alone, who is the immortal?"
Li Tong tilts his head. "Who is the immortal?"
Wu Ping laughs. "I am the immortal."
"So, Wu Ping is an immortal?" Li Tong asks.
"I came from beyond the heavens, destined to be in this world. If I'm not an immortal, then who is?" Wu Ping thinks to himself.
He stands up. "Let's go, let's go watch the grand assembly."
Floating towards the sea of flowers, Wu Ping can't bear to destroy this unseen beauty.
He can't help but look back, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
"I wonder when I can come back and see this again."
"If Wu Ping likes it, you can stay in the Southern Mountains every day and sleep in the sea of flowers every day," Li Tong says.
As he says this, a blush appears on Li Tong's face.
However, Wu Ping doesn't notice.
"There will be a chance in the future."
At the Dan Poison Pharmacology Competition.
Wu Ping and Li Tong arrive.
However, they belong to different factions, and Li Tong is a participant while Wu Ping is just a spectator.
So they separate.
Wu Ping sits next to Ouyang Zhongmo in the spectator's seat.
Just looking at Ouyang Zhongmo's face, he asked with some confusion, "Master, were you beaten?"
His face was bruised and swollen.
The bruises on his face had not yet faded.
Ouyang Zhongmo cursed in his heart.
Damn old poison.
Angry and ashamed, he used his magical powers to hit someone, but the bruises couldn't be healed.
"No, no, I just made a mistake while manipulating spiritual energy. My cultivation is still much higher than yours. The mysteries in the secret techniques I've practiced are endless. It's not surprising to create such a scene, not surprising."
Anyway, he couldn't admit in front of Wu Ping that he had been beaten.
Listening to these words, Wu Ping felt a sense of familiarity.
Last time, in the Seven Blood Sect Sutra Pavilion, it seemed that he also encountered an elder who made a mistake while manipulating spiritual energy.
But that one seemed to be more serious.
Left hand six, right hand seven, crooked mouth and slanted eyes.
Indeed, demonic cultivation secret techniques are much more dangerous than orthodox techniques.
Everything was ready.
With the command of the elder presiding over the Twelve Elders of Nanshan, the competition of toxicology officially began.
The general details of the competition are as follows: random medicinal materials are provided, and the two sides take turns poisoning and detoxifying, competing in their knowledge of toxicology.
First, a disciple from Human Demon Peak came out to set an example.
The fight was quite exciting.
Back and forth, Wu Ping witnessed a lot.
His understanding of toxicology also deepened.
Learning is gaining.
In the study of toxicology, Wu Ping was only a beginner, while everyone competing in toxicology here had made achievements in the field of toxicology.
Their competition was quite shocking to Wu Ping.
He was like a dry sponge, constantly absorbing the endless source of knowledge from the outside.
But compared to fighting, the competition in toxicology was a bit boring.
And it took a long time.
The intricacies of it, sometimes, couldn't be figured out in a short period of time.
This competition lasted for five days.
But that wasn't the most shocking part.
The most exciting part is not the battle between Human Demon Peak and the Twelve Caves of the Southern Mountain.
But Wu Ping.
He didn't want to attract so much attention.
But there was no other way.
The flow of time in the Immortal Cultivation World and the Doomsday World is in a ratio of one to ten.
Five days in the Immortal Cultivation World is equivalent to fifty days in the Doomsday World.
And now, the spiritual essence that nourishes the Demonic Tree is the Ling marrow, and what Wu Ping left behind is not insignificant.
So, the next day at noon, Wu Ping felt that he was about to break through.
He didn't want to affect others' battles.
He decisively activated a spiritual energy shield to envelop his whole body.
Then he quietly broke through to the sixth level of the Dragon Gate.
The spiritual energy shield dispersed, and everyone was astonished.
Looking at the battle of alchemical medicine, breaking through the realm of cultivation?
What does this have to do with each other?
People were puzzled, thinking that this might be a freak.
But that's not all.
On the fourth and a half day, Wu Ping was about to break through again.
There was no other way, he could only activate the spiritual energy shield again.
After it dispersed.
The cultivation level of the seventh level of the Dragon Gate was revealed on his body.
There was no movement, but the invisible showing off was the most deadly.
Many people only felt that a few days ago, Wu Ping was only at the fifth level of the Dragon Gate. How did he reach the sixth level of the Dragon Gate now? Did he break through?
They lowered their heads and thought, then raised their heads: wasn't he just at the sixth level of the Dragon Gate? How did he become the seventh level of the Dragon Gate now!?
When they break through, they have to carefully prepare spiritual materials, prepare spiritual stones and Ling marrow, prepare formations, find a safe and quiet place, and slowly break through without rushing.
But why does Wu Ping break through just like that!?
The crowd was numb.
To the point that during this period of time, these people would look at the battles on the stage and then look at Wu Ping.
To see if his realm has changed.
When they saw that his realm was still at the seventh level of the Dragon Gate, they breathed a sigh of relief.
But there was also some regret, why didn't he break through to the eighth level of the Dragon Gate?
Will there be a direct Dragon Transformation in the Twelve Caves of Nanshan?
Feeling the pervasive gazes all over his body, Wu Ping felt somewhat uncomfortable.
He had already tried to keep a low profile.
Yet he still stole the limelight of the competition.
If possible, he also wanted to leave.
But it's a matter of etiquette. If someone invites you to watch the ceremony, as a junior, can you just leave?
It's not like these powerful figures are all sitting still like Mount Tai.
They don't even move.
Fortunately, the continuation won't be too long.
Otherwise, Wu Ping really wouldn't be able to sit still.
On the fifth day.
The competition on the field entered a heated stage.
Other disciples exited.
On the competition stage, only the transformed "Quan Fei" Ran Qingqing, modified by Ouyang Zhongmo, and Li Tong remained.
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Truly worthy of inheriting the title of the Poison Ancestor.
Li Tong completely held his own against two opponents.
Ouyang Zhongmo didn't expect this outcome either.
Wu Ping couldn't help but be curious about how his master would respond next.
The current Ouyang Zhongmo was somewhat panicked. If possible, he could instantly end this competition.
But the result would be that Quan Fei would have to bring out an understanding and things that didn't belong to his level.
The powerful figures from the Twelve Caves of Nanshan present were not fools.
Among the three people on the stage, only Quan Fei didn't have a special physique.
What makes you think you can?
There's something fishy at first glance.
Ouyang Zhongmo couldn't afford to lose face, especially with his disciple by his side.
He could only control Quan Fei's defeat.
Leaving only Ran Qingqing and Li Tong in a strong confrontation.
At this moment.
The two of them glanced at Wu Ping at the same time.
Both of them understood that they had a connection with Wu Ping.
For a moment, there was a taste of a battlefield.
Countless precious medicinal herbs turned into liquid in their hands, constantly transforming into various forms as they attacked and defended against each other.
For example, when Ran Qingqing raised her hand, the liquid condensed into a fierce tiger and pounced. Li Tong waved his hand, and the liquid in front of him turned into a spider, leaping towards the tiger to attack.
The way of mutual restraint, the relationship of pharmacological control, was constantly being performed in their hands.
"I'm sorry, Li Tong, but I must win this battle."
Purple patterns quietly climbed up Ran Qingqing's body.
A dizzying and strange fragrance wafted over.
This is Ran Qingqing's physique, the Poisonous Body that can absorb all poisons in the world and enhance the effects of toxic medicine.
"Qingqing, I wanted to say the same thing."
A black hand tainted with poison appeared from Li Tong's hand and intertwined with her fair palm.
Suddenly, Li Tong's momentum and posture changed.
This is the successor who inherited the name of the Poison Ancestor!
She is the poison of the world, the number one on the list of the most toxic!
The poison mist rose between the two, squeezing each other, and the formation on the battle stage lit up, preventing the leakage of their poison mist.
For a moment, it was difficult to determine who was superior.
After a moment, a loud explosion sounded.
The spectators couldn't help but feel anxious.
The poison mist slowly dissipated, and both of them had pale faces.
The various spiritual medicines in front of them were destroyed, contaminated with poison, and could no longer be used.
Seeing this, the elders of the Twelve Caves of Nanshan distributed pills to the two.
In a loud voice, it was announced, "The final battle ends in a draw!!!"
"The total score, Human Demon Peak wins!!!"
Although the two had a draw, Elder Ouyang Zhongmo still scored a lot of points with his manipulation of Quan Fei.
Unexpectedly, the key to victory was still in Quan Fei's hands.
Ouyang Zhongmo had a smile on his face, moving his injuries, feeling both pain and happiness.
Continuously clasping his hands, he said, "Oh, I'm sorry for the concession, it's really embarrassing. It's so difficult not to win, isn't it, old poison? Oh, I won again. Hey, it's really hard not to win."
Li Chong's face turned dark, and he whispered, "Old monster, don't force me to beat you when you're happiest!"
"Hahaha, you want to hit me, you want to hit me, I'm just itching, you want to hit me."
Li Zhong endured and refrained from throwing a punch. He wanted to give him a black eye. Although the Human Demon Peak team won collectively, Li Tong did not win or lose in her fight. She thought she couldn't enter the Snake Tomb. Who knew Li Tong would come over and say, "Qingqing, you're amazing. If it weren't for me asking for the blessing of the Poison Ancestor, you might have lost. You used your own abilities, and even asked for the Poison Ancestor's help. This round, consider it your win. The Twelve Caves of Nanshan will fulfill their promise to you. Qingqing, please rest well tonight and come with me to the Snake Tomb tomorrow."
Ran Qingqing was pleasantly surprised. She really didn't expect that even an ordinary person like herself could enter the Snake Family.
"Thank you, Tongtong."
"Don't mention it, Qingqing."
In the blink of an eye, the two who were just fighting fiercely for victory became like sisters.
Wu Ping couldn't understand it.
In the meantime, Ouyang Zhongmo should have returned to the Seven Blood Sect after obtaining the item. But there were some unexpected changes. Several elders took action together and directly suppressed him, forcibly throwing him into a stone cave along with Elder Hengzhu.
"The heroes of Nanshan Mountain dare to bully me, an old and feeble man. Elder Hengzhu shamelessly took me into the cave!"
"Disciple, save me, save me!"
Wu Ping watched from outside the stone cave as Ouyang Zhongmo was dragged by Elder Hengzhu to the depths of the cave, leaving behind finger marks on the ground.
The screams before the door closed were truly heart-wrenching and tear-inducing for those who heard them.
Wu Ping's face was helpless. "Master, you should enjoy your peaceful life. After all, not everyone can wait for someone for thousands of years."
He would have to find himself another master's wife.
While the master enjoyed his peaceful life in the cave, the master's sister and Tongtong were unable to come out of the Snake Tomb, and the junior brothers were enjoying the hospitality of the Twelve Caves of Nanshan.
What could Wu Ping do? He could only go along and enjoy himself.
Finally, after half a month of playing, his cultivation reached the peak of the Dragon Gate realm. He found a secluded place and in a flash, Wu Ping returned to the world of the apocalypse. Dragon Transformation realm, he had arrived!
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