READ WEBNOVEL Chapter 39: My name is Wu Qi. I’ve killed 98,326 people.
The two master and apprentice pairs instantly composed themselves.
“I’ve seen Protector Lin,” Elder Qin greeted.
Lin Wanli nodded slightly, prompting Xuexuan to urgently tug at her master’s sleeve.
Elder Qin inquired, “I don’t know what Lin means. I have been so humiliated in vain, and I am not allowed to be a master to stand up for it?” Lin Wanli’s eyes remained indifferent: “It’s not allowed.”
Elder Qin’s voice escalated: “Protector Lin, you are a bit too deceiving. Although my Qin family is defeated, my Qin Xue is still alive. Does Protector Lin want to use power to oppress me? I might as well go to the sect and have Protector Lin personally inquire about the orphans of the Qin family. I, Qin Xue, can be humiliated!?”
Lin Wanli pulled the corner of his mouth: “Using the reputation of the Qin family to intimidate me? If your Qin family was strong, why was it destroyed? What if I bullied you today? What can you do with me?”
“You and I are fighting. I can kill you without drawing my sword. If you mention the Qin family, I will have tens of thousands of disciples up and down the peak. Can you handle it? The Qin family? It’s just relying on that old affection, depending on the breath of others to survive.”
“You!”
“You say one more thing, and the corpses will be separated in an instant.”
Qin Xue’s anger was extinguished instantly. The person before her was from the Punishment Peak, the youngest of the three Lin Style brothers. She couldn’t afford to provoke him.
“By the way, didn’t you want to send your disciple to the Seven Blood Sect? I’m afraid going through formal channels won’t work, so find another way.”
Elder Qin’s breathing stagnated: “Why?”
A distant voice answered her with one sentence: “It’s just a waste. I won’t allow it.”
And Lin Wanli was gone.
Boom! Qin Xue, in extreme anger, smashed the wooden table beside her.
“Lin Wanli, you are deceiving too much!”
A sword aura flew in, cutting off a strand of her hair. Qin Xue felt a chill. Another point more, and she would have died on the spot. She dared not scold any more.
Unable to enter the Seven Blood Sect, Xuexuan was anxious. “What should the Master do? What should I do? I can’t enter the sect anymore.”
“Xuan’er, don’t panic; the teacher will find a way.” Qin Xue looked into the distance, her mind drifting.
At the same time, she harboured hatred towards Wu Ping. Although Lin Wanli couldn’t afford it, she was Wu Ping’s disciple. The master and apprentice shared similar attitudes.
Unaware of the new hostility, Wu Ping felt the comfortable temperature from the magma and exclaimed, “Comfortable…” Initially cautious, he realised the magma was no different from hot water.
“It seems I still underestimated the strength of my body.” Wu Ping attempted to use a towel as he spoke, but it instantly burned to ash.
Wu Ping chuckled, “I don’t know if Protector Lin will be surprised when he sees my progress in cultivation.”
Leaning against the stone, Wu Ping submerged most of his body into the magma, murmuring to himself.
“I have to say that the zombie crystal nucleus is truly a remarkable thing. In the future, I’ll have to find ways to enhance my strength and bring back some for Cao Ke and Xu Feifei. Strengthening them will help kill more zombies and secure crystal nuclei for ourselves,” Wu Ping pondered.
Suddenly, footsteps approached from the side, prompting Wu Ping to turn and look. A young man dressed in white, holding a long sword, stood not far away, observing him.
The young man walked in and glanced at Wu Ping in the magma. After silence, he organised his thoughts and asked, “Who are you?”
“You don’t know,” Wu Ping replied without looking back.
“How do you know I don’t know if you don’t say it?”
“Then look at me. Do you recognise me?”
“I really don’t know you.”
“Isn’t that enough? Is something the matter? It’s okay, don’t bother me while I bathe.”
“Something’s not right.”
“If you have something to say, say it.”
“I also want to practice.”
“It’s so wide here. Just pick a position for yourself.”
“Good.”
The sound of unwrapping clothes followed from behind Wu Ping’s head. There was a rumble, and the young man jumped into the magma pool, joining Wu Ping.
The two stared at each other, and the awkward atmosphere prompted the teenager to break the silence. “What’s your name?”
“Wu Ping.”
“My name is Wu Qi.”
“I’ve heard of it but haven’t seen you,” Wu Ping replied promptly.
Wu Qi didn’t find it strange and tried to initiate a conversation. “You’ve killed a lot of people.”
“I’ve heard you’ve killed a lot too.”
“It seems so. Wait a minute.”
Wu Qi swam to the shore and took a booklet from his storage bag. Reading from it, he said, “I… I killed 98,326 of them. The last ones were Zhou Chaoyuan and Chen Ziguang.”
Flipping through the booklet, he continued, “I am an inner disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, at the one-level of soul ascension. During the battle, I took two breaths and made two sword strikes. My evaluation of this killing is slightly flawed.”
Wu Qi’s words made Wu Ping chuckle. “You’re quite interesting. Do you record every kill in your notebook?”
Closing the booklet, Wu Qi explained, “Almost. My father is a storyteller, and I developed this habit from collecting materials with him. If, one day, I stop practising swords and cultivating immortals, I’ll go into storytelling. By then, I should have enough to talk about for a lifetime.”
“Didn’t you remember a lot? Is it all in your storage bag?” Wu Ping inquired.
Wu Qi shook his head, “No, I had someone refine this book, and I can write a lot.”
“Why keep such a good record and not focus on cultivating? I heard you’re strong and have good qualifications. Isn’t that a waste?” Wu Ping asked.
Wu Qi’s surprising response came: “Since the day I started practising, I knew I would be invincible in the sky. By then, I’d be unbeatable with no opponents and no fun. So, I’ll go to school.”
He smiled at Wu Ping and said, “You really act aloof.”
Wu Qi replied, “Thank you for your compliment.”