After traversing to the apocalypse, I am extremely delighted as a Demon Cultivator Chapter 4 - Doing what a Demonic Cultivator should do, awake

Chapter 4: Doing what a Demonic Cultivator should do, awakening his powers.

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“But where can I get it? I can’t sell my things outside, it’s too eye-catching. So, I have to find a way for myself.”

“Maybe I should go for a robbery? After all, this is the Demonic Sect, and I am a demon cultivator. If I don’t engage in so demonic activities, it doesn’t align with my identity.”

Robbing also posed problems. Those with low cultivation levels didn’t have valuable items, and those with high cultivation levels were currently beyond Wu Ping’s ability to defeat.

“I rember Wu Feng has a storage bag…”

Wu Ping thought about Wu Feng, who ca from the Wu family. Unlike Wu Ping, Wu Feng cleverly attached himself to Wu Kongshegn’s thigh from a young age, and he received a storage bag eliminated by Wu Kongshegn.

Although small, it’s enough for Wu Ping to carry so food and zombie crystal nuclei. Moreover, Wu Feng and Wu Ping have a grudge.

Thinking of this, Wu Ping felt that that plan was feasible and suitable. He fully activated the soul-swallowing technique, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

This confird Wu Ping’s speculation—his talent and roots had improved. Although it was not a significant improvent, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy and converting it into spiritual power had increased.

Wu Ping threw a zombie crystal nucleus into his mouth, enhancing his physical fitness, roots, and understanding by a small amount. He broke through the shackles of the triple spirit guide, then the fourth level, and rushed to the fifth level. He stopped there, realising that going further would strain his ridians.

He sighed at the benefits of his improved talent but knew he couldn’t go further yet. Instead, he needed to use a raw soul to refine the mottled spiritual power in his body.

Despite the pain, Wu Ping was fascinated by the imnse power he felt. The temporary discomfort was a small price to pay, and it was sothing that could be repaired.

“It’s worth it!”

With a swift change in physique, he found himself again in the post-apocalyptic world. However, this ti, it was nightti. Unlike conventional doomsday films, the zombies in this realm weren’t just physically terrifying. They possessed enhanced senses of sll and hearing that grew more potent over ti. Wu Ping learned this from a man in the shelter.

For Wu Ping, these details were advantageous. Stronger zombies ant better effects from the nucleus in his body, strengthening his soul and allowing him to refine a more potent blood fla. The man in the shelter had ntioned that the stronger the zombies, the better the outco.

Having accumulated the spiritual power of the five-fold priming spirit, Wu Ping condensed over twenty raw souls into his soul-refining strear. This boosted his blood fla seeds to the size of a waterlon. Wu Ping no longer needed to expel blood fla seeds for sacrifice. He could summon and retract the blood fla directly with a re thought, significantly enhancing his combat prowess.

In the corner of a room, Wu Ping sat with hands open, revealing over twenty white zombie crystal nuclei. These nuclei had already greatly strengthened his physical body and innate abilities.

“Two zombie nuclei significantly enhanced my body and talents. I wonder how far my abilities and physique will improve with over twenty zombie nuclei inside ?” Wu Ping contemplated, anticipating the potential awakening of extraordinary powers.

“Probably quite powerful. Maybe I’ll even awaken unique abilities. Using cultivation thods against superhumans and facing cultivators with my enhanced abilities and formidable physique – the thought is exhilarating!”

Wu Ping grinned, stuffing all the zombie crystal nuclei into his belly.

Boom!

A resounding noise echoed in his mind, reminiscent of a cataclysmic explosion.

Wu Ping, who had been blown up, stood frozen in place. He would have noticed his flesh and blood seemingly harbouring countless insects squirming incessantly if he weren’t wearing clothes. His once slightly frail figure began to take on a more angular appearance, resembling perfectly carved marble. The cracks between each muscle seed as if it was cut deep by a knife. The face retained its youthfulness but lacked the chubby innocence, now appearing more rugged and profound.

Externally transford, Wu Ping’s bones beca as beautiful and transparent as jade on a deeper level.

In a trance, Wu Ping gradually regained consciousness. His abilities had awakened, and they could restrain the abilities of cultivators in all aspects—a power reminiscent of energy absorption seen in mutant movies like the Black Emperors.

Though the newly awakened ability was still weak, Wu Ping believed that with further developnt, it would beco a nightmare for other cultivators. Imagine hitting him, receiving no reaction, and then having the impact returned, only for the opponent to be unable to absorb it.

The thought alone excited Wu Ping. Moreover, he sensed changes in his body.