Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 132 - All Killed

Liu Wuxie didn’t need to seek them out; they came to him of their own accord. This saved him the hassle of tracking them down. After all, if the remnants of the two clans weren’t eradicated, they could potentially cause problems for the Xu Clan. Liu Wuxie wasn’t a benevolent person; he understood that cultivation was akin to defying the heavens, and if he wanted to eliminate a problem, he had to uproot it completely.

“Liu Wuxie, today you will die! Surrender quietly, and we will consider sparing you from the torture!” Another disciple of the Tian Clan stepped forward, demanding Liu Wuxie’s surrender. After all, the odds seemed stacked against Liu Wuxie with ten opponents.

Elder Gu was still within the Flame Sun Cave, and it was too late to intervene as there wasn’t anyone else in the surroundings besides the ten of them. This meant that the academy wouldn’t find out even if he killed these people.

“So, you all want to kill me? If you’re brave enough, follow me!” Liu Wuxie didn’t want to engage in a fight here, so he darted off towards the mountain behind him. The group of ten, led by Wan Zhuoran, quickly pursued him. They shared Liu Wuxie’s sentiment—it was best to move away from the Imperial Academy’s jurisdiction if they intended to kill him.

Liu Wuxie slowed down on purpose because ordinary cultivators in the Marrow Cleansing Realm couldn’t keep up with his current Seven Dipper Steps, not to mention that Wan Zhuoran’s group was only in the Xiantian Realm. He maneuvered through the woods for an hour before finally exiting the Imperial Academy’s jurisdiction. He arrived at a deserted area, a place seldom visited by people. When he halted, it wasn’t long before Wan Zhuoran’s group encircled him again.

“The scenery here is pretty good, and this place is perfect to be your grave!” Tian Yi sneered. After killing Liu Wuxie, they could receive the backing of the Xue Clan. A few decades from now, the two clans would be able to rise again.

The other disciples from the two clans sneered. Liu Wuxie had saved them the trouble by coming here.

“You’re right. The scenery here is pretty good, but it’s a pity you all aren’t qualified to be buried here.” Liu Wuxie’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. He had no intention of giving them a proper burial, and he shot forth.

“Let’s go!” Without intending to waste more time, those from the two clans confidently made their move simultaneously, eager to claim Liu Wuxie’s life.

A blade appeared in Liu Wuxie’s hand, unleashing a terrifying blade aura that formed into a light screen, enveloping the ten in it.

“Shit!” Wan Zhuoran yelled. He didn’t expect Liu Wuxie to be so strong. He clearly remembered that when he last met Liu Wuxie in the Wan Clan’s colosseum, Liu Wuxie was a mere fly that he could squash with one hand. If it weren’t for Master Huo, Liu Wuxie would’ve died then. Thus, he was taken aback to see Liu Wuxie’s strength far surpassing their expectations.

Having never met Liu Wuxie before, Tian Yi wasn’t familiar with him. Based on his memories, he only remembered that Liu Wuxie was a cripple and prodigal. But he hadn’t expected someone he once looked down upon to exceed his imagination within two months, reaching a level beyond their grasp.

Before they could even think, Liu Wuxie’s blade was like a reaper’s scythe, claiming their lives. Blood began splashing around as the blade aura severed five people’s necks. But that wasn’t the end because the bodies of those five began to shrivel, reducing to a pile of skin with everything devoured by Liu Wuxie.

The terrifying scene had Wan Zhuoran’s group petrified, their desire to turn and flee thwarted by trembling legs that refused to move due to their fear of Liu Wuxie.

“You’re a demon!” Five people died in just one exchange. Didn’t Xue Pinzhi say that Liu Wuxie was only in the fifth-level Xiantian Realm? There were ten of them, and the weakest was in the sixth-level Xiantian Realm.

“Trash people like you want to kill me? Today, I’ll kill all of you, ensuring that the Wan and Tian Clans are completely erased from this world!” The short blade in Liu Wuxie’s hand dripped with blood, and each word from him sounded like the whisper of a demon, making Wan Zhuoran shudder involuntarily.

The remaining five stepped backward. They were intimidated by Liu Wuxie as his methods of killing were too terrifying. The five deceased people had disappeared with a single strike, leaving behind merely a pile of skin. Even if the Imperial Academy came to investigate, they wouldn’t find any news about them.

“Tian Yi, bring out our spiritual artifacts!” Wan Zhuoran’s eyes flashed with a hint of madness, wanting to take Liu Wuxie down with them. A spiritual artifact appeared in both their hands. Back then, Xue Yu also had a spiritual artifact.

Liu Wuxie’s blade was only an ordinary weapon and couldn’t be considered a spiritual artifact. He had previously battled Xue Changqing, who possessed a spiritual artifact, and Liu Wuxie had narrowly escaped harm. When Wan Zhuoran and Tian Yi unveiled their spiritual artifacts, a potent aura radiated in all directions.

“It’s a waste to have such weapons in your hands!” Liu Wuxie was fearless even if they took out spiritual artifacts. He could easily take their lives with his soul energy if he wanted without using his weapon. If he could sell those spiritual artifacts, he could exchange them for gold coins and credits for him to cultivate in the academy.

“Enough with the chatter. Let’s get him!” Tian Yi bellowed, his sword creating afterimages in the air. This was the power of spiritual artifacts—they could be amplified with true essence. An ordinary weapon would explode if true essence was infused into it.

Throughout his battles, Liu Wuxie seldom relied on his true essence to kill. Instead, he depended on his speed and unique blade technique to claim lives.

I have to upgrade my blade soon! Liu Wuxie pondered to himself. The resources in Azure Billow City were limited, but the Imperial City offered ample resources, provided he had enough spirit stones.

There were multiple options for obtaining a spiritual artifact in the Imperial Academy. He could either request a master blacksmith to refine one using credits or use the forging chamber in the academy to forge a weapon for himself, which cost relatively fewer credits.

However, if one lacked proficiency in the fire attribute, they couldn’t forge a weapon on their own. This was why ninety percent of the students would request a master blacksmith to forge their spiritual artifact.

It was a different story for Wan Zhuoran and Tian Yi as their spiritual artifacts were provided to them by the Xue Clan to ensure Liu Wuxie’s death. However, before the spiritual artifacts could even get close, Liu Wuxie vanished, causing their attacks to miss their mark. They were unable to keep up with Liu Wuxie’s swift movements.

“Perish!” With no desire to prolong the confrontation, Liu Wuxie’s blade split into five, striking the remaining five individuals. They were frozen in place when Liu Wuxie’s blade hit them. After all, even a cultivator in the Marrow Cleansing Realm was no match for Liu Wuxie.

Their bodies began to shrivel, and in just two breaths, the remaining five were dead. Before Wan Zhuoran’s death, he let out a scream, “I can’t accept this!”

Wan Zhuoran’s voice soon stopped. His figure disappeared, leaving behind a pile of skin on the ground.

After dealing with everyone, Liu Wuxie collected their interspatial pouches. He then reached out and tapped, covering the ten piles of skins on the ground with a layer of frost. As a breeze swept past, the skins gradually disintegrated into the air.

Liu Wuxie began to sort out the interspatial pouches. Each interspatial pouch was worth 1,000,000 gold coins, making this a lucrative haul for him. There weren’t many spirit stones; he only gathered over two hundred spirit stones after searching through the ten pouches.

Then again, that wasn’t surprising as they were merely Earth Grade students. The monthly resources they could receive were too meager, especially for Wan Zhuoran and Tian Yi. After losing the backing of their clans, the resources they received each month had significantly dwindled.

Before the Wan and Tian Clans were wiped out, the clans would provide them with a large amount of gold coins monthly. However, because the two clans were erased, they didn’t receive any resources from their clans.

Ten thousand gold coins were equivalent to a credit. Liu Wuxie could sell ten interspatial pouches, including the eight he had previously obtained, for 18,000,000 gold coins. If he exchanged all the gold coins for credits, he could amass over a hundred credits and repay the credits he owed to Li Shengsheng. He had borrowed 50 credits from Li Shengsheng when he had incapacitated five people in the dining hall.

After Liu Wuxie was done with everything, he returned to the Imperial Academy. There were only a few days left until the new year, and more students were returning from outside to celebrate the occasion.

At the end of each year, the Imperial Academy would host a banquet where all students had to participate in an inter-class exchange. To put it bluntly, it was to assess the cultivation of each student.

Liu Wuxie had just joined the academy, and this exchange had nothing to do with him as it was mainly between the senior students. What he had to do now was to sell all the interspatial pouches and convert them into credits.

Only with credits could he rent the forging chamber and resources to reforge his blade, and he also needed credits to refine pills. He had consumed all of his Origin Yang Pill and Heavenly Spirit Pill. Without the pills, his cultivation speed would slow down. A year might seem long, but it was just the blink of an eye for cultivators.

The Xue Clan considered him to be a threat. So, how could they leave him alone for a year? Liu Wuxie anticipated the Xue Clan would keep attacking him continuously, and he would only be able to protect himself if he could reach the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

For the time being, only those at the higher levels of the Marrow Cleansing Realm posed a threat to him, and they wouldn’t act against him immediately due to concerns about their identities. This would afford him some time to cultivate, preparing for the day when the Xue Clan would stop at nothing to eliminate him, regardless of the consequences.

When Liu Wuxie returned to the Imperial Academy, he ran into many people along the way, most of whom he didn’t know. Returning to his courtyard, he checked on Song Ling’s cultivation. In just ten days, Song Ling had rapidly progressed and reached the ninth level of the Houtian Realm.

Song Ling had been too lazy before in Azure Billow City. He had the protection of his clan, living in a comfortable environment. This was why Song Ling didn’t cultivate much. But the recent incident had greatly impacted him, and he knew that he could only be bullied by others if he still didn’t cultivate.

“Big Brother, my father sent someone to deliver these. He said he couldn’t come in person to express his gratitude, so he sent these instead, hoping they would be of use to you.” On the day Song Ling withdrew from advanced class three, Song Ling sent a pigeon to report what happened in the academy to the clan.

Upon receiving Song Ling’s letter, Song Tianhao had immediately mobilized the clan's resources and got someone to deliver many precious herbs. After all, it wasn’t a secret that Liu Wuxie was an alchemist; this was the best way the Song Clan could assist him.

Liu Wuxie understood Song Tianhao’s intentions. With such an abundance of herbs, Liu Wuxie would naturally use them to refine pills. He would undoubtedly share some with Song Ling since Song Tianhao had provided the herbs. While Song Tianhao might be giving these herbs to him, he was also doing his utmost to support his son.