After traversing to the apocalypse, I am extremely delighted as a Demon Cultivator Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Lake mutant Beast, does this thing actually have a living soul?

Cao Ke exclaid with a racing heart. When she spoke, Wu Ping suddenly felt a need to understand. It turned out that he had misjudged the situation. This school wasn’t small, yet he hadn’t encountered any mutant creatures. The reason beca apparent – they had all been devoured by the entities within.

Wu Ping was eager to witness the novel’s inhabitants inside. With a swift motion, spiritualist strears materialised in his hands. A gentle shake dispersed black mist, revealing a tyrant erging from it, standing by Wu Ping like a guardian.

“Let’s go, stir up whatever is inside,” Wu Ping commanded, and the tyrant promptly descended to the ground and soared into the air. It crashed forcefully into the lake, resembling a cannonball hitting its mark.

Boom!

Wu Ping looked on with a puzzled expression. The thod seed effective, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it lacked intelligence. Before he could finish contemplating it, the lake erupted into turmoil. Under the moonlight, a massive black catfish, likely over 20 ters long, leapt out of the water, thrashing wildly before plunging back, creating waves.

Wu Ping wore an incredulous expression. “Does this creature also possess a living soul?” He wondered if he had misread the situation. A living soul was acceptable for a zombie, but a giant catfish? Unfathomable.

His doubts turned into excitent as he realised the potential. If this creature could be refined into a soul-refining strear, it would beco an invincible commander-in-chief soul. Despite its imposing size, Wu Ping saw an opportunity.

Refining the soul strear was simple – collecting raw souls and refining the commander-in-chief. It was similar to building an army hierarchy. From the lowest-level magic weapon to the best, each promotion required filling it with souls. The simplicity of the materials and thod contrasted with the high growth potential.

Wu Ping marvelled at the ingenuity behind this creation and couldn’t help but ponder who had devised it. He was thrilled at the possibilities, but the sheer size of the catfish presented a challenge.

Unable to contain his anticipation, Wu Ping addressed Cao Ke, “Step back.” She complied, taking a few steps away.

Inhaling deeply, Wu Ping’s body swelled, and a mont later, a fiery dragon burst forth from his mouth. The sight surprised Cao Ke, not only because Wu Ping could breathe fire but also because his every move defied her understanding. She even speculated that he might be a Taoist due to his control over ghosts.

Wu Ping would probably find her guess amusing. “Sorry, I’m not a Taoist priest. I’m a cultivator,” he might say.

Returning to the present, the blood fla ignited, and water vapour enveloped the surroundings. The lake seed to boil, with bubbles bursting forth as the inhabitants couldn’t stay subrged any longer. They leapt out with a bang.

Cao Ke, still bewildered, exclaid, “Are these Three Flas really that hot?”

Wu Ping chuckled, “You should read fewer novels.”

As the blood fla burned, the water vapor filled the air, and the lake continued to bubble, releasing the mysterious inhabitants into the open. Wu Ping swiftly plucked the green onions from the dry land and engaged the massive catfish head-on.

Punch!

Boom!

The sheer force of the blow created ripples in the water, propelling the catfish onto the shore. Wu Ping, undeterred, raised himself and pressed a hand onto the catfish’s head, extracting its living soul with the aura from his body.

“It’s quite a catch. Co out!” Wu Ping exclaid, eliciting astonishnt from Cao Ke.

She imagined a monk exclaiming loudly, “Is this what you call a living soul? Whose soul is over 20 ters long? It’s enormous!”

Grinning with satisfaction, Wu Ping envisioned the potential of refining this colossal living soul into a formidable weapon. The intensity and concentration of the soul surpassed those of ordinary soul ascension realms.

Wu Ping envisioned riding this creature, no longer confined to the water’s edge. He chuckled at the thought of feasting on his enemies, emphasising his ruthless intent to eliminate threats without hesitation.

With a triumphant laugh, he declared, “Carry it, let’s go.”

However, the realisation dawned on him that the tyrant might struggle with the task. The massive catfish, weighing tens of tons, remained immovable despite the tyrant’s attempts.

Tyrant: Are you okay?

Frustrated, Wu Ping took matters into his own hands, berating the tyrant, “Waste! I can’t carry it. I’ll turn you into a donkey if you don’t grow up. I’m warning you!”

To Cao Ke’s horror, Wu Ping effortlessly lifted the unyielding catfish, earning her bewildered gaze. The sight led her to a startling conclusion—Wu Ping might not be a Taoist but a Hexagonal Warrior, combining his ghostly prowess with extraordinary physical strength.

Yet, Wu Ping’s smaller stature caused the catfish to sag and drag on the ground as he carried it.

“Grass!” Wu Ping exclaid, perhaps frustrated by the situation. He grabbed the soul-refining strear, prompting evil spirits to spill out like an army of ants, aiding him in lifting the massive catfish.

Frustrated, he muttered, “Don’t bite, don’t bite! Can’t you understand words? Don’t bite, damn it!”