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

“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 some 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 remember Wu Feng has a storage bag…”

Wu Ping thought about Wu Feng, who came 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 some 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 confirmed Wu Ping’s speculation—his talent and roots had improved. Although it was not a significant improvement, 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 meridians.

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 immense power he felt. The temporary discomfort was a small price to pay, and it was something 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 time, it was nighttime. Unlike conventional doomsday films, the zombies in this realm weren’t just physically terrifying. They possessed enhanced senses of smell and hearing that grew more potent over time. Wu Ping learned this from a man in the shelter.

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

Having accumulated the spiritual power of the five-fold priming spirit, Wu Ping condensed over twenty raw souls into his soul-refining streamer. This boosted his blood flame seeds to the size of a watermelon. Wu Ping no longer needed to expel blood flame seeds for sacrifice. He could summon and retract the blood flame directly with a mere 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 me?” Wu Ping contemplated, anticipating the potential awakening of extraordinary powers.

“Probably quite powerful. Maybe I’ll even awaken unique abilities. Using cultivation methods 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 seemed 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 transformed, Wu Ping’s bones became 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 development, it would become 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.