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

Chapter 56: Beheading to toast, this glass of wine to you

“The child knows that the mother must not ask about this matter. Father, you can put away the money.”

These silver tickets were all gifts from others, or Wu Ping came to worship the mountain Sect. After all, it was a sect and strong in the territory of the Chuyang Dynasty. How could there be less money? Raising a sect’s money and raising parents who were ordinary people, not to mention a lifetime, were two and three lifetimes, and they couldn’t spend it all. Even if it was over, there were still three emperors. He had to sit on the throne. If he didn’t take care of his parents, he would be slaughtered, the sun and the moon would be replaced by a new day, the new emperor would ascend to the throne, and the people would call for a long life. The wind and water turned around, and whoever was the emperor was the same. There was only Immortal Cultivator in Wu Ping’s eyes. The skyrocketing cultivation base was Wu Ping’s confidence. Even if it didn’t work, what about the future? It was just a matter of how long you waited.

Father Wu nodded and put away the silver ticket given by Wu Ping.

“My father is not your mother. You can do whatever you want. Your father is old, but his mind is never old. My son Wu Ping is regarded as immortal and will be proud of you for his father!”

Wu Ping bowed his head. Spend time with your family until noon. Wu Ping and Wu Qi walked out of the house. Under the rain, he walked out slowly.

Wu Ping is going to kill people! It’s also a prestige. If you don’t make a prestige, I’m afraid everyone will miss his parents. This is also one of the reasons why Wu Ping insisted on destroying the worship of the Mountain Sect.

But walk to the corner of the street. Someone stopped Wu Ping.

“Could the three emperors be trying to stop me today?” Wu Ping asked.

“How could it be? Brother Wu is in the same boat as me. How could I stop you two? but today is not a good time. The Martial King’s Mansion cannot make a big fuss.”

“Why?”

“Because my father is still there. If Wu Ping kills people in the palace of King Wu, he will violate my father’s law. There are several sea soul masters in the palace. It is not a wise move to do it at this time. Wu Ping is not in a hurry and waits for twenty. The success of what we are planning is to be a courtier and a courtier. It is just a word from me to keep it clean.”

“Up and down the Wuwang Palace can be slaughtered at that time, and I will bear all the incidents. What does Brother Wu think?”

“Moreover, I will make proper arrangements for Brother Wu’s parents in the future. Brother Wu can rest assured that the pursuit of immortality is that if I become emperor, I will give my uncle and aunt a hereditary share.”

Master of Soul Sea… Wu Ping thought for a while, this is indeed what he should wait for. If the Royal Family really ran into it, several Soul Sea masters might cause Wu Ping trouble.

As we all know, Wu Ping doesn’t like trouble the most. Of course, whether you can beat it is another matter. The problem is that once such a thing happens, there is only one way left for Wu Ping, the Royal Family, to kill the sky! So as not to cause any future problems. It’s easy to kill, but what about the mess? Who will clean up? Just wait. It’s not a few days anyway. And Wu Ping, regardless of whether these three Emperors are the Second Hu Hai or Admiral Tian Ce, can at least be human. Faint and bright ruler, it’s good to have benefits with him, Wu Ping.

“It’s really irritating, then as the Three Emperors said, the Martial Family will be destroyed on the 20th.”

“Hahahahahaha, thank you, Brother Wu, for giving me face. Today, I will set up a banquet at Laifeng Pavilion and invite two of you to meet with my guests. Brother Wu, Brother Wu, can you give me a face?”

The Three Emperors invited.

“Then let’s go.”

Wu Qi was a little regretful and couldn’t do it again.

……..

Laifeng Pavilion…

Sit with three or five individuals. They were all skilled and influential players, well-known in the realm.

“Humph, the younger generation, the Demon Fiend Twin Stars, dares to keep us waiting. That yellow-mouthed kid doesn’t know how to respect his elders.”

“Wooden Hunchback, quit your blustering. Why not teach it a lesson when it arrives late?”

The cultivator named Wooden Hunchback, true to his name, appeared ugly and hunched over, holding a cane with a hostile expression.

“Surnamed Zhao, despite your attempts to sow discord, I’ll play along. It’s just two youngsters. My Wooden Hunchback enjoys feasting on hearts, and these kids’ hearts are tender. If they behave, fine. If not, I’ll show them my might!”

Someone nearby sneered, “You killed He Baishan? Can you handle this duo?”

“That’s just a baseless rumour from outsiders. He Baishan was weak and deserving of death. I’ve been renowned for ages; I won’t bother with someone like him. Yet, he ended up dying at the hands of these two kids.”

“It’s ironic that you’re inadvertently helping them gain fame. They’ve been living off scraps for decades.”

“Those two are geniuses. Common sense doesn’t apply. You should hold your tongue.”

“Zhao, I’ll play along despite your attempts to sow discord. It’s just two youngsters. My Wooden Hunchback enjoys feasting on hearts, and these kids’ hearts and livers are the most tender. If they behave, fine. If not, I’ll show them my might!”

“It still requires His Royal Highness the Three Emperors to personally extend the invitation. I’ve never waited for three or five people to this extent.”

Understanding dawns upon hearing this—envy, bitterness. The lack of such treatment here fuels dissatisfaction in Wu Ping and Wu Qi, particularly due to their youth.

As the conversation continued spiritedly, a voice from outside interrupted, “The Three Emperors have arrived; no more idle talk.”

Everyone’s expressions instantly shifted back to normal as the door creaked open. The Three Emperors’ laughter echoed, bringing good wine inherited from the middle reaches of the Tianhe River.

“Today, I brought the excellent wine my father gave me. It’s from the great country in the middle reaches of the Tianhe River, like a fairy brew. Brother Wu, you must indulge later.”

Despite the age gap, Wu Ping and Wu Qi felt uncomfortable being repeatedly called “brother.” Nevertheless, they held their composure as good hosts.

Wu Ping led as the Three Emperors entered, followed by Wu Qi. Wu Ping, naturally handsome, drew attention.

People rose to greet them, silently acknowledging, “Your Highness.”

The Three Emperors warmly welcomed, “Don’t be formal. Have a seat. Today, I’ll properly introduce you. You must have heard of them—Wu Ping and Wu Qi, the newcomers from the Blood Rain Sect.”

Externally, they were introduced as newcomers, avoiding the notorious title of Demon and Evil Twin Stars.

“And this is the Sect Master of the Flying Sword Sect, Sha Zhengqing, a master with a flying sword in hand.”

“Lian Yinshan and Lu Ying.”

“Representing Bada Water Walled City, the Divine Ape in the Water, Yuan Bashan.”

“The Flying Tiger of Parallel State, Lian Hu.”

“Mota Peak’s Peak Master, Mu Tuosheng.”

The detailed introductions, however, didn’t sit well with everyone. The wooden hunchback couldn’t resist a taunt, “We’ve been waiting for a while. Shouldn’t the latecomers penalise themselves?”

Wu Ping, uninterested until now, raised an eyebrow. Slowly, he spoke, “Since I entered, your gaze has been fixed on me as if you want to cut me down. Tsk…you’re starting to irritate me.”

“If you don’t like it, kill me,” Wu Qi added impatiently.

A flash of red light followed a swift, sword-like sound, and the man’s head was airborne. Bamboo chopsticks, propelled with force, impaled the head on a middle beam.

“This glass is for you.” Wu Ping’s wine glass soared, smashing into the head, wine pouring into the open mouth, down the broken throat, and dripping onto the floor.

Wow…