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

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

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

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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.

“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.