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

Chapter 27: Make an example of a chicken, wear a pipa bone, and hang it up

Each time they uttered a word, their hearts quivered.

“Don’t… Stop kidding. Who do you think you are?”

Boom!

Suddenly, the tyrant commander stood behind them. His hand slammed down, pressing the two firmly onto the table. The conference table cracked with each inch, and Cao Ke and her group knew Wu Ping wasn’t joking.

“Are you kidding me? Do you think I’m joking with you?” Wu Ping rose and approached. The pressed bald man tried to resist, but stone skin grew. However, the tyrant’s power was no joke, especially after Wu Ping’s refining. The two couldn’t move.

Wu Ping grabbed the bald man’s sturdy arm, about the same as an average person’s waist, and twisted it violently. A teeth-sour click echoed.

“Brother, we were wrong. We shouldn’t have entered your territory. You can show us a way out, and we’ll follow your wishes. Tell us how to go, and we’ll go,” begged the bald man, his screams joining those of the other.

Wu Ping remained silent, breaking the limbs of both one by one. The screams echoed, and dark clouds of oppression filled the window. Regret filled the two captives’ minds. They pondered why they had entered this school and why they hadn’t left. The familiar figure of the Tyrant, with its iconic cyan face, further intensified their despair.

Twisting their limbs, the tyrant carried one in each hand. Despite this, Wu Ping paid no attention. Today, he had been insulted by someone named He Jun, and now, he had no mercy left.

“Oh, by the way, deal with those two. Cao Ke, Cao Ling, bring their brothers over, but those who don’t come will be killed on the spot.”

“Yes,” Cao Ling agreed first. She held her breath, ready for the confrontation. With Wu Ping back, there would be no holding back in the battle ahead.

………

In the first-floor lobby of the teaching building:

“We were wrong, sorry! Brother, we’ve learned our lesson. Please let us go.”

“We don’t dare anymore, Brother Wu, please.”

“I don’t want to die. I’m a second-level awakener. Cao Ke, I can do whatever they can do. I’m better than them. Brother, let me go. I still have a wife and children. I haven’t found them yet.”

“Wu Ping, I’m cursing you. What are you pretending to do? Kill me immediately if you have the guts. Don’t mess around with these things. You dare not kill me!”

Begging for mercy, playing victim, surrendering, and insulting – the two tried every approach they could think of. However, Wu Ping remained seated, unmoved, on the stool beside them. Nearby, a large iron pot burned fiercely, and onlookers admired Wu Ping, their attitude one of ultimate worship.

Wu Ping smiled, instructing, “Add more firewood. The more the water boils, the better.”

Not long after, Xu Feifei approached, reporting, “That person has already been dealt with.”

“How did you do it?”

“Just… I bent two steel bars, tied them with iron chains, placed their lute bones on them, and hung them on the outer wall of the building. I can watch TV like this… that’s how it’s done.”

Xu Feifei, despite being brave, found herself nervous and stammering in front of Wu Ping. Sweating profusely, she explained, “I watched a TV series. They say there must be penalties and rewards in the art of Yuxia, and traitors must be made an example of. I thought killing them outright wouldn’t be effective. Hanging them up allows others to see them every day. Even if they die, their bodies will air-dry to serve as a warning. I… I smashed their teeth and sewed up their mouths with a stapler so they can’t bark…”

Impressed, Wu Ping glanced at Xu Feifei. Her clever ideas and ability to control subordinates showcased her talent. He commended her, “Yes, I greatly appreciate your efforts.”

“Really?” Xu Feifei’s eyes lit up, and she smiled.

Cao Ke returned with the younger brothers of the bald man, blood evident on them. The sight of their eldest brother’s hands and feet folded and tied to a pillar shocked the newcomers. When they saw the cauldron, some broke down, and panic spread.

“I’m not going in, I’m not going in!”

“Let me go, I’ll never come back, let me go!”

The crowd grew noisy, and Cao Ling’s murderous nature flared. She acted decisively, using sharp wooden roots to penetrate those who refused to enter, turning them into “sugar gourds.”

“You may live if you go in, but you’ll die if you don’t go in!” Cao Ke stated, glancing at her sister. She couldn’t help but worry that her explosive sister would adopt Wu Ping’s methods and character, resorting to killing if disagreed.