Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 430 - Qing Mu and Yi Xuan

A purple-robed man ran out shortly after Liu Wuxie entered the Martial Hall.

“Did you really see Liu Wuxie enter the Martial Hall with your own eyes?” an elder inquired, gazing at the clouds from a solitary peak on the Treasure Pill Peak. A purple-robed man had just hurried over from the Martial Hall to deliver the news.

“I witnessed it with my own eyes. After making arrangements for his companions, he entered the seventh level himself and should’ve started his training by now.” The purple-robe man bowed like a servant with two hands before his chest.

“Which mode did he pick?” This was the old man’s primary concern.

“Deathmatch!” the purple-robed youth replied. He had specifically checked the chamber after Liu Wuxie had entered it. Green indicated simulation combat, red indicated deathmatch, and the gate to Liu Wuxie’s chamber was displayed in red.

“This is your reward. Keep a close eye on him.” The old man took a porcelain bottle from his bosom and tossed it to the youth’s feet. The latter excitedly picked up.

“Thank you, Elder Qing Mu!” The youth picked up the porcelain bottle and bowed. He soon retreated and left the old man alone on this peak.

“Liu Wuxie, you dared ruin my plans?! You will Die today!” Qing Mu said with a sinister smile and vanished, heading towards the Martial Hall.

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After Liu Wuxie entered the cultivation chamber, he was faced with a sword aura descending from the sky. The person standing before him donned ordinary green clothes, and he released the sword aura.

Liu Wuxie didn’t dare to be careless and furiously swung the Heretic Blade, shattering the sword aura into pieces.

The two stared at each other because they had to fight to the death unless one side conceded in a deathmatch.

“You’re only in the fourth-level Heavenly Dipper Realm, but you dare come to the seventh level?” The green-clad youth was surprised, which soon turned into joy. He assumed Liu Wuxie had entered by mistake.

“Who says someone in the fourth-level Heavenly Dipper Realm can’t reach the seventh level?” Liu Wuxie ignored the youth and continued to attack, performing the Fatality Blade Art to seal the youth’s path of retreat.

“You’re courting death!” the youth roared angrily, feeling deeply insulted by Liu Wuxie’s words. He was in the eighth-level Heavenly Dipper Realm, but someone in the fourth level dared provoke him.

He shook his sword, creating sword flowers. Despite his cultivation, this youth wasn’t weak and as strong as Ma Shiyan, meaning he had extraordinary combat strength.

Anyone who picked the deathmatch was ruthless because it would lead to their death if they weren’t careful in the martial hall.

The youth didn’t recognize Liu Wuxie because there were over ten thousand inner disciples. Although everyone had heard of Liu Wuxie and his accomplishments, not all of them had seen him.

Murderous intent radiated from the youth. After spending days in the Martial Hall, he had made significant progress, reaching the eighth level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm and perfecting his martial techniques. This had filled him with confidence.

The chambers in the Martial Hall were randomized, and no one knew their next opponent. A new adversary was assigned once they defeated the current one.

The green-robed youth had killed a fellow disciple in the seventh-level Heavenly Dipper Realm recently before he was teleported to Liu Wuxie’s chamber.

As their weapons clashed, Liu Wuxie wasn’t in a hurry. The Fatality Blade Art kept transforming, and his opponent couldn’t break through his defenses.

This changed the green-robed youth’s face, and he realized that Liu Wuxie’s strength was far more than it seemed.

“Brat, I have underestimated you, but it’s more interesting this way!” The green-robed youth let out a sinister laughter and unleashed ten sword auras.

A terrifying sword aura enveloped the entire chamber in a wave. The chamber was massive, and even Nascent Transformation Realm elders wouldn’t feel constrained to fight here.

“You think you can kill me? What a joke!” If Liu Wuxie hadn’t taken it easy to hone his martial technique, he would’ve killed his opponent with one strike. In addition to tempering his blade technique, he also had to hone the Frost Finger, Primordial Astral Fist, and Soul Spear.

He had reached perfect mastery in the Nine Heavenly Crane Dance, which smoothly integrated into his martial techniques.

The Heretic Blade suddenly changed like a tidal wave, shattering all the incoming sword auras. The blade aura also poured like a waterfall, shocking the green-robed youth.

He had already underestimated Liu Wuxie’s strength but didn’t expect the latter to become so powerful. As it was too late to pull back his attack, the youth gripped his sword with both hands, and a determined look appeared on his face. Suffocating sword aura roared and slashed at Liu Wuxie’s limbs.

“Turning sword aura into rain, this is getting more interesting!” Liu Wuxie smiled devilishly and sent the Heretic Blade flying out, which drew a beautiful arc in mid-air.

When the Heretic Blade flew out, the green-clad youth sensed danger because the blade was flying at him in a tricky trajectory. They both wielded spiritual treasures, but the green-clad youth’s longsword couldn’t compete with Liu Wuxie’s blade.

"Sixth Fatality Form!" After reaching the fourth level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm, Liu Wuxie could now unleash the sixth form of the Fatality Blade Art. Unlike the previous forms, the Sixth Fatality Form allowed him to throw his blade and control it with his mind to kill his enemy from a distance.

This meant this attack could decapitate his opponent from a distance away.

An even more unbelievable scene unfolded with the blade divided into multiple blades, and no one could discern which was real.

In reality, each afterimage was lethal. The later forms of the Fatality Blade Art would increase in lethality, and the sword rain exploded, unable to withstand the Heretic Blade’s pressure.

The green-clad youth realized the imminent danger. Having dominated the Martial Hall for days, he now faced a formidable opponent.

Just as he was about to admit defeat, the Heretic Blade descended, forming a cage of blade aura. In the next instant, the green-clad youth was sliced into pieces, his blood splattering on the ground.

The Heretic Blade returned to Liu Wuxie’s hand, and despite the gory scene, he maintained an emotionless expression.

“The Martial Hall is a decent place, although it consumes a lot of points. It’s more thrilling than fighting with profound beasts.” Many disciples, lacking sufficient points, had to travel to the Scarlet Sun Mountain Range to train, where they hunted profound beasts to refine their martial techniques.

When Liu Wuxie fought the green-clad youth, a mysterious person arrived in the Martial Hall. The hall was composed of multiple spiritual arrays, overseen by several elders who maintained them.

Three elders sat in the Martial Hall’s central control system, which was a large chamber. When someone arrived, the three elders opened their eyes and looked over.

After all, no one could enter the Martial Hall’s central control system as they wished, not even experts in the Astral River Realm. Under normal circumstances, the Martial Hall could function without issues unless someone intentionally damaged the spiritual arrays.

Most of the time, the three elders remained in seclusion, with one person taking turns to oversee.

“Qing Mu, what brings you here?” The elder seated in the center had a withered structure.

“I came to ask a favor of you three.” Elder Qing Mu sat before the three elders, smiling as he took a jar of wine and some dishes from his interspatial ring.

The chamber was instantly filled with the aroma of wine and food.

“Qing Mu, just speak your mind if you have anything. We’ve abstained from ordinary food for a long time, so put it away.” After reaching the Nascent Transformation Realm, despite the appeal, they no longer required ordinary food. After all, ordinary food contained a lot of impurities, and they have to refine the impurities each time they consume food.

Mortals ate food, while immortals consumed pills. As cultivators, they naturally consumed Fasting Pills to meet their needs.

“I need your help to kill someone!” Qing Mu put the food away and disclosed his request for their help in assassinating a disciple within the Martial Hall.

The three controlled spiritual arrays, and with a slight alteration, they could easily send high-level disciples into the chambers of low-level disciples.

“Qing Mu, how dare you try and use the Martial Hall to kill someone?!” The elder in the center was enraged as he looked at Qing Mu.

The elder on the left signaled Qing Mu, which was enough to prove their close relationship.

“Elder Yi Xuan, please calm down. Deaths occur daily in the Martial Hall, and no one will know if someone dies,” Elder Qing Mu said with a smile. He feared Elder Yi Xuan the most out of the three, who was known for his righteousness with cultivation close to the True Profound Realm.

The other two had a decently good relationship with Elder Qing Mu but didn’t express their opinions.

“Deaths are common in the Martial Hall, but an accident has never occurred before. Please leave, or you will have to face my wrath!” Elder Yi Xuan said, enraged, and urged Qing Mu to leave immediately. If Elder Qing Mu weren’t an Alchemy Elder of the Treasure Pill Peak, he would’ve given Qing Mu a slap by now.

They were all elders, but Yi Xuan was much stronger than Qing Mu.

The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was known for its alchemy in the Southern Province. They would export pills and sell them to various cities in exchange for resources.

This meant the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s status would plummet if they lost this income. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was barely ranked in the middle regarding martial strength. As for alchemy, the Azure Crimson Gate has surpassed them in recent years.

Thus, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion invested heavily in nurturing alchemists, and each alchemist was crucial to the Pavilion.

Elder Yi Xuan might have been enraged but was unlikely to take action against Qing Mu. At most, he would scold him and demand his departure, as the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion couldn't afford to lose any alchemists.

“Elder Yi Xuan, let’s hear Qing Mu out before making a decision,” the elder on the left suggested, attempting to calm Yi Xuan’s anger. “Since he’s here, he must be aware that tampering with the Martial Hall could lead to punishment by the sect master.”

They wouldn’t mind helping Qing Mu if it were an ordinary disciple. After all, Qing Mu was an alchemist with a high status in the Treasure Pill Peak, and there were no cons in maintaining a good relationship with him.

Ninth-grade pills were rare; even the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s elders couldn’t get many of them. However, they could purchase some privately if they had a good relationship with a certain alchemist.

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