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Chapter 6 - Revenge is going to be paid, okay, okay, you say that, right?

Anyway, being a demon cultivator, why bother cultivating demons with so much consideration?

Having gained clarity, Wu Ping stood up and walked out of the hut. Each breath of the mountain’s fresh air made Wu Ping sigh at its purity.

Much better than the apocalyptic world. Stretching lazily, Wu Ping moved his muscles. Having risen early, he wasn’t concerned about Wu Feng’s absence.

Wu Ping had walked this path many times, always seeking money. Yet, people refused and even threatened him with violence. Wu Ping might fulfil his request this time, regardless of whether he got the money.

Wu Feng was prepared for the impending confrontation. Compared to Wu Ping’s small wooden hut, Wu Feng’s was larger, with even a yard. Being a genius’s lackey had its advantages.

Boom! The wooden fence shattered under Wu Ping’s foot.

Wu Feng, still sleeping, was abruptly awakened by the loud noise. Hurrying to dress, he opened the door and scolded, “Who’s disturbing your father’s sleep? Today, your father will make you regret it.”

As Wu Feng opened the door, he saw Wu Ping approaching and the damaged courtyard wall behind him.

Wu Feng frowned, “Wu Ping, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing? I’m here for the money. Your father lent you twenty taels last month and ten taels when you left the Wu family. Over the years, I’ve lent you dozens of taels. Today, your father is here to collect. One spirit stone, pay up!”

Though surprised by Wu Ping’s boldness, upon hearing the demand for a spirit stone, Wu Feng jumped, pointing exaggeratedly, “A spirit stone, how dare you!”

“One piece of lower-grade spirit stone is worth at least a thousand taels. I’ve lent you less than a hundred taels, and you dare ask for a spirit stone!”

“But I don’t charge interest for borrowing money,” Wu Ping casually responded.

“But there’s no interest that high,” protested Wu Feng.

Wait, why was he haggling with him?

Wu Feng suddenly responded. He never intended to repay it.

I must be asleep by myself.

Damn Wu Ping, ruining my good dream and still wanting my money and spirit stones. Truly shameless.

“My interest is calculated this way. Spare me your nonsense. I’ll ask you one question: Will you pay or not?”

Wu Feng crossed his waist with both hands, “Enough of your nonsense. Anyone who dares to challenge me, Wu Feng, today, you won’t leave with your life if you don’t pay. Don’t blame me for being ruthless if you don’t go now. When we start fighting, don’t cry.”

They bullied Wu Ping from childhood to adulthood. He still doesn’t believe it. Today, Wu Ping could turn the tables.

“Alright, alright, you said it, right?”

Wu Ping smiled and reached out. His movement was so swift that Wu Feng couldn’t dodge. Directly caught by Wu Ping, he was slammed to the ground.

Bang!!!

The wooden planks on the hut’s floor shattered. Since he said that, Wu Ping wasn’t bothered by more words.

Wu Feng’s eyes sparkled with pain. Blood dripped from his mouth and nose, and even his forehead had a long cut.

“Good, good, Wu~ Wu Ping, you dare to attack me like this, good, good.”

Just as he struggled to get up, Wu Ping punched him again. A dull thud hit Wu Feng’s head. He was knocked back to the ground.

Eyes rolled back, showing whites. Of course, it wasn’t over. After years of being bullied, Wu Ping was full of resentment. He wouldn’t let Wu Feng off. His foot came down with four clicks. Wu Feng’s hands and feet were broken. The intense pain instantly woke him up.

“Ah!!!”

“Wu Ping!!! You’ll regret this. Today, you humiliate me, and I will revenge this insult!”

“I am now under the protection of Young Master Wu Kongsheng. Just wait!”

Still, talking tough?

He was confident Wu Ping wouldn’t dare to kill him within the Sect. He lifted Wu Feng and ripped off his waist pouch.

“This is a good find, barely covering the money you owe me. From now on, you and I will settle the score.”

Wu Feng finally understood. Today, Wu Ping came prepared!

He had been eyeing Wu Feng’s pouch. That’s why he mentioned a spirit stone.

He understood now. But before Wu Feng could unleash his angry tirade, Wu Ping interrupted, “Although the financial debt is settled, you, a dog’s thing, dare to insult me. Today, I’ll give you a lesson!”

Wu Feng was thrown up, weightless, and then slammed down.

“Ah!”

Wu Ping stood up and kicked Wu Feng as he fell, blood spraying in the air, portraying a king’s demeanour against the foe. He landed with a thud, unconscious.

“Spit! Garbage, trying to speak in classical Chinese with me.”

Wu Ping checked the pouch. It was about half a cubic meter, containing various bottles and jars, mostly healing items. But there was an unexpected delight – half an unused broken spirit stone. And some money, not much, a few hundred taels. But it was enough.

Did he make a profit?

Laughing three times, Wu Ping left in style.

As for the unconscious Wu Feng? Who cares?

There were plenty of spectators, and Wu Feng was Wu Kongsheng’s lackey. Someone would save him. With the pouch hanging on his waist, Wu Ping walked away.

“The fragrant things that don’t cost money are the best, matching my clothes.”

Wu Ping left happily after placing his soul-refining banners and the secrets of the soul-swallowing blood flame technique inside.

Indeed, being a demonic cultivator was good. Though it could be life-threatening, there were no strict rules.

No money? Just rob.

As long as there was strength. In a righteous sect, he would likely face severe punishment. Walking towards the mission hall, Wu Ping felt the wind becoming lively.