Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 803 - All Killed

Liu Wuxie had no intention of making enemies immediately after joining the Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy. Since the agreement had been signed between White Dragon Peak and his senior brothers, he was willing to honor it—as long as White Dragon Peak upheld their end of the contract.

Take today as an example—he had made himself clear. Everyone would benefit if they continued their cooperation, and this year’s harvest would serve to offset the debt accumulated over the past three years.

"Brat, do you know who owns this field?" Li Shan said in a chilling tone, exuding overwhelming murderous intent.

"I have no interest in knowing," Liu Wuxie replied, his tone calm but firm. "If you want to continue this partnership, show some sincerity. Otherwise, get lost from Heavenly Gate Peak."

He had no desire for unnecessary trouble, but that didn’t mean he was afraid. No one could take what belonged to him.

He had big plans for this excellent field, and cultivating spiritual rice was just one part of them. He could also grow a variety of spiritual herbs in this field.

The Heavenly Dao Society would eventually relocate to the Central Plains. He could grow various spiritual herbs in this field to lay a strong foundation for their future development.

"Senior Brother Li, why argue with him? Since he's courting death by challenging White Dragon Peak, let's grant his wish," said the junior brothers standing behind Li Shan.

Most had recently joined the academy and were still at the pinnacle of the Nascent Transformation Realm.

On the other hand, Li Shan had joined the academy during the previous recruitment test and had already reached the True Profound Realm.

"That's right, I know him! He's Liu Wuxie, the new disciple who joined the academy this year. We can just kill him," one of the disciples sneered, recognizing Liu Wuxie.

With their numbers, they felt no fear. Liu Wuxie stood alone, and as for Jiang Le and the others, they weren’t even worth considering—defeating them would take no effort at all.

As new disciples, they didn’t dare to kill another disciple. But for Li Shan, a veteran with powerful backing, it was a different story—he had no reason to fear the consequences of killing Liu Wuxie.

A sinister glint flashed in Li Shan's eyes upon hearing that Liu Wuxie had recently joined the academy. He was initially worried that Liu Wuxie could be related to an influential figure in the academy, but all his hesitation vanished after learning that he was a new disciple.

"Boy, I'll ask you one last time—are you handing over the spiritual rice?" Li Shan asked as he approached Liu Wuxie, demanding the spiritual rice. Otherwise, he would have to take action personally, and the surrounding murderous intent grew denser.

"Li Shan, what Junior Brother Liu said is right. The spiritual rice belongs to us, to begin with, and we're only taking what's rightfully ours," Jiang Le declared, standing alongside his other junior brothers behind Liu Wuxie. They would naturally stand united.

"What a joke!" Li Shan scoffed. "Do you think a worthless lot like you can claim the spiritual rice? You won’t hand it over unless I teach you a lesson, huh?"

He was running out of time—he needed to return with the spiritual rice. With a wave of his hand, the disciples behind him stepped forward, preparing to strike.

"Just give them a beating!" Li Shan ordered. He had no intention of killing them unnecessarily, as this was the Heavenly Gate Peak, and killing them would provoke Elder Madman's wrath.

Three cultivators at the pinnacle of the Nascent Transformation Realm advanced toward Liu Wuxie, forcing him to fight alone, as Jiang Le and the others were in no condition to help.

"Liu Wuxie, don’t blame us for being ruthless!" one of them sneered, his murderous intent surging. Without hesitation, the three lunged forward, throwing a powerful punch aimed straight at Liu Wuxie's face.

"Get lost!" Liu Wuxie roared, raising his foot and delivering a powerful frontal kick.

With three resounding collisions, the three disciples were sent flying, crashing headfirst into the spiritual field. Blood splattered across the golden rice stalks as their bodies hit the ground with force.

The scene left everyone in shock, including Jiang Le and the others, who hadn't expected Liu Wuxie to be so powerful.

Li Shan's pupils shrank—he hadn't even seen how Liu Wuxie had attacked. The sudden display of power left everyone frozen, holding their breath. No one could comprehend how Liu Wuxie had managed to send the three disciples flying, but at that moment, they finally understood how he had accumulated three thousand points in the final stage.

"How dare you harm the disciples of the White Dragon Peak! You're dead!" Li Shan said as he approached Liu Wuxie, stopping five steps away. He planned to act personally and strike Liu Wuxie down, taking his life.

"I suggest you leave the Heavenly Gate Peak and don't force my hand," Liu Wuxie said coldly. If possible, he wouldn't mind killing them and ending it once and for all. He was prepared to kill if anyone dared to cause trouble in the Heavenly Gate Peak.

"Very well! You're the first person to speak to me in this manner. You can die now!" Li Shan roared and released a ferocious aura like an enraged lion. He unleashed powerful shockwaves that lifted dust and debris into the air.

An overwhelming aura at the True Profound Realm spread as a tide, enveloping Liu Wuxie like invisible chains that bound him to place.

As expected of a veteran disciple, he was much stronger than the likes of Gan Liang and Wang Linlong. After all, he had been nurtured by the Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy's system and had gone through countless life-and-death missions.

Liu Wuxie didn't dare to be careless and performed the Seven Dipper Steps, stepping sideways swiftly.

"Junior Brother, watch out!" Jiang Le called out.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the two parties had already clashed. Li Shan's attacks were fast, but Liu Wuxie's dodging speed was even quicker. As Li Shan kept missing his attacks, frustration began to set in. This also sparked Li Shan's murderous intent toward Liu Wuxie, as he would die if he couldn't return with the spiritual rice; he had no choice but to go all out.

A longsword materialized in his hand, and he swung it down at Liu Wuxie from an unpredictable angle. It was a spirit-grade martial technique from the Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy.

The pressure on Liu Wuxie intensified. He knew this wasn’t a sustainable situation—if the surrounding onlookers joined the fight, he would be at a severe disadvantage. Facing a True Profound Realm opponent had already pushed him to his limit.

His eyes turned cold, and the temperature around him plummeted. A chilling aura spread through the air as snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

"True Strike!" The Heretic Blade appeared in Liu Wuxie's grasp, and with a single swing, he unleashed a suffocating aura, his strike brimming with overwhelming force.

Li Shan shuddered at this sight and didn't know what power was beyond the True Profound Realm.

Liu Wuxie had reached the second-level Nascent Transformation Realm, with over four thousand strands of laws coursing through his body. In contrast, Li Shan barely possessed a thousand.

Though a thousand strands were impressive—enough to set him apart from ordinary cultivators—he was nothing compared to Liu Wuxie.

The Heretic Blade cut through the air with unstoppable force, appearing before Li Shan in an instant. A violent surge of laws erupted, pressing down on him with the weight of a collapsing mountain. They were worlds apart—one an eagle soaring through the sky, the other a rat scurrying on the ground.

Li Shan found himself bound by the frost aura, forcing him into a dead-end. He could only let out a desperate roar as he struggled to break free.

Then, the Demonic Purgatory Chains erupted from the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, writhing through the air before wrapping around him, locking him in place. He was immobilized.

And then—the blade fell.

Li Shan's body was cleaved into two. A cultivator at the first-level True Profound Realm was killed in one strike.

Jiang Le and the others froze in place. They couldn't believe someone at the True Profound Realm was killed by their junior brother.

"Run!" The remaining disciples turned to flee, desperate to spread word of what had happened.

"Going somewhere?" Ice arrows shot out, piercing their bodies in an instant. Before their primordial spirits could even escape, they were frozen solid—transformed into lifeless ice sculptures. A demonic flame ignited, reducing them to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Liu Wuxie had initially considered letting them go, allowing them to return to their master and convey the message. But Li Shan's actions had changed his mind.

If the other party were a reasonable person, they wouldn't have withheld their share for the past three years, and he would rather eliminate them than invite future disasters by letting them go.

Besides, there were no witnesses. By the time anyone learned the truth, days—or even months—would have passed.

Liu Wuxie had learned to read people's nature precisely through the years.

As for the mastermind behind Li Shan, Liu Wuxie couldn’t yet discern their true nature—but he knew one thing for certain: they wouldn’t keep their word. There was no point in reasoning with such people.

"Junior Brother... you're this powerful?!" Jiang Le was in awe. He didn't blame Liu Wuxie for killing Li Shan and his men, but he marveled at his junior brother's strength.

What was done was done, and they would face it together, even if there were consequences.

Jiang Le and Shen Rong’s unwavering support reaffirmed Liu Wuxie’s belief that loyalty still existed in this world. If it had been anyone else, they might have scolded him for his recklessness. But his senior brothers didn’t question him. They simply stood by his side—without hesitation. This was true brotherhood.

"Senior Brothers, let us return," Liu Wuxie said. He knew killing Li Shan and the other disciples only guaranteed a moment of peace, and it wouldn't take long before people came to the Heavenly Gate Peak to demand the spiritual rice.

His time was limited, and he needed to grow stronger—fast.

Yu Zhibai followed behind as the four returned to the Heavenly Gate Peak. Liu Wuxie divided the spiritual rice into six portions, saying, "We will take one portion each, and the remaining two will go to our master."

Liu Wuxie’s distribution was fair, with their master receiving two portions.

Jiang Le opened his mouth as if to protest but ultimately swallowed his words.

Liu Wuxie knew exactly what he wanted to say but chose not to address it. Offending White Dragon Peak meant hardship was inevitable—there was no need to dwell on it.

"Second Senior Brother, stop eating that filthy food and have this instead," Liu Wuxie said, storing the spiritual rice in an interspatial pouch for Yu Zhibai’s convenience.

"Thank you, Junior Brother," Yu Zhibai chuckled.