Asking Nicely

"Wait!" Wang Cheng suddenly exclaimed.

Without Liu Ping needing to make a move, he reiterated, "Damaging private property is a serious crime. I urge you not to engage in such behavior, I will tell you what you want to know."

"Go on," Liu Ping replied.

"What specifically do you want to know?" Wang Cheng asked.

"We just discussed... this," Liu Ping began but then paused abruptly.

Liu Ping fell silent abruptly, his movements swift as he maneuvered Broken Blade for a strike. Several of Wang Cheng's fingers were severed, and a stone concealed in his hand was propelled through the air.

Liu Ping observed the strange runes engraved on the stone, noting their subtle light fluctuations. Faint light phantoms materialized around the stone.

Upon closer inspection, the runes resembled a serpentine figure swaying from side to side.

Without dwelling on the nature of the phenomenon, he swiftly grasped Broken Blade in his hand and unleashed a powerful strike with all his might.

The blade of light flashed by.

ka cha!

The stone shattered, breaking into seven or eight pieces of rubble that cascaded to the ground.

As the stone shattered, the previously condensed phantom gradually faded and quickly vanished.

"Damn!"

Wang Cheng cursed angrily as scales rapidly covered both of his arms, his entire head transforming into that of a beast with bared fangs.

Struggling to rise from the ground.

As the blade light flashed again, Wang Cheng collapsed to the ground once more.

Broken Blade was pressed against his chest, pinning him down, rendering him unable to move even the slightest.

The broken blade pierced deeper into his chest, securing him to the ground, rendering him immobile.

Wang Cheng let out a sharp howl of pain, his voice filled with anger and frustration. "This living corpse is something I acquired at great cost. It's Mine!. If you destroy it, I Will Make Sure The Whole World Will Come For You!"

Liu Ping remained calm.

He crouched down, gently patting the face of his opponent. "Trash," he remarked, "You made so many aggressive statements just now, but in the end, thats all you can do."

Wang Cheng's voice turned cold. " Huh, don't you think—"

But before he could finish his sentence, his voice was abruptly cut off.

—Bang!

He watched as a colossal fist hurtled toward him, striking his face with such force that Wang Cheng's entire visage contorted and deformed upon impact.

Liu Ping tightened his grip on his opponent, his other hand clenched into a fist. cursing him as punch after punch was rooted squarely into Wang Cheng's face.

"You like playing with the dead huh?"

"Getting summoned here to play rough with me?"

"Acting all high and mighty thinking you're something?"

"I've shown you nothing but good will and you still decide to die by my hands."

Flesh and blood flew in all directions.

As Liu Ping unleashed his assault, he found himself unable to restrain his actions. After several dozen breaths of exertion, he began to feel a slight fatigue. Raising his hand—

Snapped!

Wang Cheng received a severe slap, followed by being forcefully pulled up by the collar.

"Wha—"

He let out a long scream.

Though the broken blade remained lodged in his chest, his entire being was lifted several feet off the ground.

Liu Ping paused, letting out a brief howl before speaking softly once more: "No matter who you are, I used to be a cultivator, and I left that life behind. So What do you want from me?"

Wang Cheng's head still swollen like a pig's head, managed to utter in a strong voice: "Pitiful mortal, I am—"

Thump!

With a swift and forceful kick, Liu Ping sent Wang Cheng tumbling into the mud, eventually landing in a pit meant for the dead.

"Apologies..."

In the icy darkness of the rainy night, Liu Ping retrieved Broken Blade from the ground, allowing the rain to wash away the bloodstains, cleaning the blade.

" My whole life, I've tried to act with virtue and tried to be good, unless...."

"Unless someone forced my hand."

With that, he sheathed the broken blade and extended his hand.

Spirit Fire.

The flames wrapped around his hand, casting a warm glow and illuminating the surroundings once more.

Approaching Wang Cheng, Liu Ping stepped onto his chest and reached out, tightly grasping the flames.

The flame suddenly surged, transforming into a raging inferno.

Wang Cheng realized the dire situation and began to howl desperately: "Stop! I'll tell you whatever you want to know, just stop!"

"I want to know about resurrection," Liu Ping demanded.

"I can tell you, but you must not destroy this corpse!" Wang Cheng pleaded.

"Speak," Liu Ping commanded.

Wang Cheng gasped for air a few times before speaking: "In this world, when someone dies, their soul no longer belongs to them—"

"Then who does it belong to?" Liu Ping asked, intrigued.

"Of course, it belongs to the masters. Slaves like me can only obtain one or two souls," Wang Cheng explained.

A silence enveloped the surroundings.

Liu Ping stood motionless, a chill running down his spine, rendering the sounds of wind and rain around him inaudible.

"How can this be?!" he exclaimed in disbelief.

"What the F*ck is this place?" he shouted loudly.

Wang Cheng's eyes turned a sinister shade of green, and a twisted grin spread across his face, extending all the way to the base of his ears.

"You've already figured it out, so why ask?" Wang Cheng's voice dripped with malice.

As Wang Cheng spoke, before Liu Ping's eyes, lines of burning characters swiftly emerged in the void.

[On the surface, this sequence remains inactive, with all its power sealed. However, as the current situation is unforeseen this sequence will activate the law of causality in secret to investigate]

[The current world rule is: death.]

[Through this, it can be determined.]

[—This is a world after all beings have died.]

[Reminder]

[This is the world of death!]

[Please continue to explore all the unknown secrets.]

The world of death.

It dawned on him that he was already dead.

Liu Ping was stunned, forgetting to breathe for a moment.

—No!

Suddenly, he recalled something and swiftly turned his gaze toward the void.

There, he noticed a new change in the small, flickering line in the corner:

[Necessary caution paid off.]

[Current status: alive (hidden).]

[Attention: With the power of the divine pill, the transformation of life has been fully completed, and you have been resurrected in this realm of death!]

"I'm alive—"

In this world of death!

Liu Ping turned his head abruptly, only to witness Wang Cheng swiftly chanting a perplexing spell, sending shivers down his spine.

In no time, the earth began to tremble.

Mounds emerged one after another on the flat ground, followed by coffins being pushed open, one after the other.

The densely packed corpses crawled out one after another.

Frenziedly, these corpses gathered together, merging into massive, writhing bodies.

Liu Ping's pupils contracted suddenly.

This was an unprecedented monster!

Wang Cheng laughed maniacally. "Hahahaha! A mere soul dares to oppose me! Let me show you now—"

Its voice got abruptly cut off.

Liu Ping swiftly severed its head, delivering a powerful kick to send it flying, then bobserved the huge monster.

By now, the monster had already taken shape.

few dozen corpses tightly compressed its face, vaguely outlining its eye sockets and mouth.

The monster reached out and caught Wang Cheng's head holding it in its palm.

Wang Cheng's head looked at the monster with a flattering smile and said, "My lord, as soon as I noticed the abnormality, I sent you a message."

The monster gasped heavily, a rumbling voice echoed "Failure... not allowed..."

Wang Cheng's face contorted in desperation. "My lord—no, I located him, I will—"

Ignoring Wang Cheng's pleas for mercy, the monster seized Wang Cheng's head and forcefully bit into it.

Crunch—

An almost imperceptible soft noise followed, and Wang Cheng's voice abruptly ceased.

The monster chewed for a moment, then lowered its head, gazing down at Liu Ping, and asked:

"So... what are you?"

Liu Ping sighed, then raised his hand and sliced his finger with the broken blade.

"Some times, I ask myself the same question," Liu Ping remarked.

The monster responded sternly, "If you do not answer, I will devour you and make sure your soul will endure eternal agony."

Without uttering a word, Liu Ping's hands moved like shadows as he quickly inscribed something onto the broken blade.

A moment passed.

—— Secret Art · Evil Executing Blade. This is a Secret Blade Art that, given Liu Ping's current level of cultivation, he is unable to fully unleash its true power. Despite this, there was still a significant aura emanating from Broken Blade. This could only mean one thing—

"It's been a while since I've seen something as wicked as you, I can't suppress the Evil Executing Blade's desire to cut you down," Liu Ping remarked with emotion.

The monster gazed at the Broken Blade, emitting a low growl from its throat, then began to move forward with heavy footsteps.

As the monster advanced, the ground beneath it trembled slightly.

Liu Ping gripped the broken blade tightly, swiftly adjusting his breath.

His new body after rebirth was indeed full of potential, but regardless, he currently only possessed the cultivation base of Qi refining.

The confrontation with the demon, coupled with the newly condensed evil sword, had depleted all his energy. Now, he could only rely on his skills to fight for his life.

Liu Ping casually shifted his feet in place, stabilizing his figure slightly, one foot in front of the other, then suddenly transformed into a rushing afterimage, darting forward.

He charged head-on toward the monster!

Both sides collided.

The monster remained steadfast in its position, unleashing a thunderous roar.

Its body, covered in dense and numerous faces, emitted sharp and soul-rending screams in unison.

It was as if an invisible force struck Liu Ping ——

He soared through the air like a cannonball from the impact, colliding with tombstone after tombstone, creating a resounding rumble and leaving a crater in the ground.

"Bah."

Liu Ping threw up some blood foam, struggling to rise from the ground. He climbed out of the crater and inspected the wounds on his body.

Blood continued to gush from his wounds, some bones were dislocated while others were broken.

Liu Ping first straightened the dislocated bones, then stared at the distant, towering monster, and muttered to himself,

"...Could it be that there's a technique I'm unaware of? Has the world truly changed?"

The monster quickened its pace, advancing towards Liu Ping, and growled menacingly: "Don't think about it too much. You'll soon become my snack, and your soul will squirm in my stomach for eternity!"

Liu Ping declared, "A tempting offer. But I need more time to think about it."

He remained in his stance, swiftly executing a secret technique with both hands.

The monster suddenly froze in place.

It struggled to break free, only to realize that its body was completely immobilized.

There was a moment of stillness.

"What i—"

All the faces on the monster's body lifted at once, unleashing a chorus of sorrowful and piercing cries.

One after another, corpses tumbled from the monster's body, transforming into pools of smoky blood on the ground.

The monster's body fell apart, ceasing to exist.

Dang lang!

The Broken Blade fell from within the monster's body to the ground, emitting a clear sound.

The Evil Executing Blade excelled at eradicating all evil and filth in the world.

The blade shattered the monster's body—from within.

In that first clash, Liu Ping seized the opportunity to plunge the blade into the monster's body.

Exhaustion evident on his face, Liu Ping approached to retrieve the Broken Blade, collapsing onto the ground.

"Feeling like an oil lamp running out of oil... sucks..."

 Brows furrowed, he was about to catch his breath when suddenly—

Something reached out from underneath, gripping his neck tightly.

Liu Ping struggled and scanned his surroundings.

He saw hands breaking through the soil and protruding from the ground.

If one were to look down from the sky at this moment, they would see the earth covered in outstretched hands.

Rows upon rows of densely packed arms covered every inch of the ground, extending as far as the eye could see.