Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1235 - Dragon Blood
Chapter 1235 – Dragon Blood
The three elders froze in shock. None of them had known what lay inside the porcelain bottle.
The instant Liu Wuxie pulled the stopper free, a violent aura erupted. A divine dragon surged forth, its roar shaking the air as dragon might flooded the surroundings. The oppressive might drove the three elders back, while its weight pinned nearby disciples and made them collapse.
Liu Wuxie swiftly snapped the stopper back into place. In that brief heartbeat, he had glimpsed the treasure inside—a single drop of blood essence.
“It’s the blood essence of a divine dragon,” Liu Wuxie murmured. His shock slowly faded, but his gaze turned sharp as he looked at the three elders. There was no Cannibal Valley option in the chamber, and the elders delivered the reward only after his training. He had a strong suspicion that something else was at play.
“Tell me—what’s with the Cannibal Valley?” Liu Wuxie asked. He wanted to know if someone had tried to kill him by sending him there deliberately.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Your time is up, and you should leave the Primordial Pagoda now,” the three elders replied quickly, their voices stiff, as if someone had stepped on their tails. They urged him to leave at once.
But their evasive tone only deepened Liu Wuxie’s curiosity. He refused to go until he had his answers.
“I checked the chamber myself. There’s no Cannibal Valley option on the selection menu. If you don’t explain this today, I’ll report it to the upper echelons. I believe the upper echelons will punish you three for it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Liu Wuxie said with a faint smile, his eyes fixed on them.
“Liu Wuxie, don’t push it! Not even the seventh floor has a reward like this. You should be grateful!” the right elder snapped, and Liu Wuxie’s tone wounded his pride.
Liu Wuxie’s suspicion hardened. His brush with death in the Cannibal Valley hadn’t been an accident; most people would have perished there.
“I believe this drop of divine dragon blood isn’t the Primordial Pagoda’s reward, is it?” Liu Wuxie said, smiling coldly. Since even the seventh floor couldn’t grant such a prize, someone must have given it to him in secret.
From their words alone, he already knew the truth. This was no ordinary reward. These three elders could never provide something as precious as divine dragon blood. But he needed to know whose hand had placed it in his possession.
“What do you want to know?” the three elders asked uneasily, realizing more disciples were gathering around. If word of the Cannibal Valley spread, the consequences would be disastrous for them.
“Tell me—who sent this reward?” Liu Wuxie pressed. He no longer cared about the Cannibal Valley itself, but he needed to know who had extended this hidden aid. Whoever gave it clearly intended to help him. His True Dragon Physique had reached a bottleneck, and this divine dragon blood would push it further. Moreover, its quality far surpassed the drop he had obtained before.
“I can tell you,” said the middle elder at last, his voice low, “but you must never mention the Cannibal Valley again.”
We can reveal the gift’s origin, but we must keep the Cannibal Valley a secret.
“I give you my promise,” Liu Wuxie answered. He had survived, and that was enough.
“Elder Long,” the middle elder whispered.
Liu Wuxie showed no surprise. His expression remained calm, as though he had already expected the answer. Only a descendant of the dragon clan could take out the blood essence of a divine dragon.
With that, the three elders turned and hurried away, not daring to linger.
Watching them leave, Liu Wuxie sank into thought. Why did Elder Long help me?
He couldn’t figure out the reason. Still, he resolved to pay Elder Long a proper visit when the chance arose; the value of this blood was too immense to ignore.
Returning to the first floor of the Primordial Pagoda, Liu Wuxie carefully stored the divine dragon blood away.
He still had two rewards left: three days in the Book Collection Pavilion, and personal guidance from a Primal Origin Realm elder. The second reward held no appeal. Few people were qualified to guide him, and it would only waste his time.
But trouble soon followed. A crowd trailed after him. The aura of the divine dragon blood had drawn attention, and hostile eyes locked onto him.
The divine dragon blood contained powerful laws of the dragon clan. Whether to temper the True Dragon Physique or refine the body itself, it was priceless.
The moment Liu Wuxie stepped out of the Primordial Pagoda, a group rushed to intercept him. Clearly, they had been waiting.
“Liu Wuxie, you’ve finally come out,” Zhou Chen sneered, blocking his path with five men at his back. Each radiated the strength of the eighth-level Origin Conversion Realm.
Zhou Chen had tried to seize Liu Wuxie’s place in the queue before, and Liu Wuxie injured him for his trouble. Now he had returned with reinforcements.
“You’re really persistent,” Liu Wuxie muttered, his voice flat. He had no time to waste. The Book Collection Pavilion awaited, and time was precious.
Meanwhile, his punishment for killing Deng Huaiguang loomed. He didn’t know what judgment awaited him, only that he hoped it wouldn’t be too severe.
“That brat obtained a drop of dragon’s blood! That’s a priceless treasure!” disciples whispered from the crowd. Fingers pointed, eyes burned with greed. Some even abandoned their training in the Primordial Pagoda to follow Liu Wuxie, waiting for a chance to strike.
Upon hearing that he carried divine dragon blood, Zhou Chen’s eyes also went red. He had never expected Liu Wuxie to obtain such a heaven-defying treasure.
“Liu Wuxie, hand over the divine dragon blood, and we’ll consider sparing your life,” Zhou Chen declared, changing his tone. He would let bygones be bygones if Liu Wuxie surrendered the prize.
They had to act quickly before inner disciples at the ninth-level Origin Conversion Realm appeared. The five men Zhou Chen brought were only at the eighth level.
“You people are getting on my nerves,” Liu Wuxie snapped. He vanished, leaving behind only an afterimage, and lashed out with his palm.
With a resounding smack, Zhou Chen flew like a broken kite and crashed to the ground, teeth scattering. No one had expected Liu Wuxie to strike first, cutting off Zhou Chen’s chance to speak.
The five men were stunned. Just yesterday, Zhou Chen had hired them for one hundred thousand astral stones to teach someone a lesson. Hearing the target was only at the Transcendent Realm, they had agreed without hesitation.
At first, they regretted it—split five ways, the reward wasn’t much. Upon learning that Liu Wuxie carried a dragon’s blood, however, their greed flared.
“Liu Wuxie, you’re courting death!” one of them spat, a sinister grin on his face. Their reputations would suffer if they attacked without reason. But now, since Liu Wuxie had injured Zhou Chen, they had the excuse they needed. Not only would they collect payment, they could seize the dragon’s blood as well.
“Cut the crap and come at me,” Liu Wuxie said coldly, reading their intent.
“You’re courting death!” they roared, furious that he disregarded them. Weapons flashed as sword and blade auras flooded toward Liu Wuxie.
“Liu Wuxie’s in danger now. He might be strong, but against five at the eighth level, he stands no chance,” an onlooker muttered. Few here knew of Liu Wuxie’s feat of killing Deng Huaiguang.
With their combined strength, those five could even challenge a ninth-level expert.
However, Liu Wuxie’s lips curved in mockery. In the blink of an eye, he vanished. The five attacks cut only empty air.
“Too slow!” his voice rang from the void, and no one could track it.
A foot appeared out of nowhere, smashing into one man’s back. The disciple hit the ground face-first, bones shattering, unable to rise.
The remaining four disciples blanched.
“His speed is surreal!” exclaimed several onlookers, their eyes wide. What they witnessed shook even experts at the higher levels of the Origin Conversion Realm.
“It’s like he can ignore the surrounding spatial laws, something not even those at the pinnacle of the Origin Conversion Realm could accomplish,” another muttered in disbelief.
Liu Wuxie had indeed disregarded spatial laws, using the Spatial Dao Art to shift freely within a meter. By the time the four disciples gathered their senses, he had already vanished. He knew he had to end the battle quickly; there was no point in dragging it out. His true goal wasn’t just victory but deterrence.
With so many eyes watching, he needed to crush these five with overwhelming force to ensure that no one else would dare to covet the dragon’s blood.
In the blink of an eye, Liu Wuxie unleashed four consecutive kicks. Each strike landed with bone-cracking precision, sending the four disciples flying like rag dolls. They hit the ground groaning, and the blows broke their bodies and crippled their cultivation for the time being.
The Heavenly Dragon Sect had long upheld its rule—no elder would intervene in a spar between disciples so long as the duel claimed no lives.
Liu Wuxie stood tall, his cold gaze sweeping across the gathered crowd. Not a single disciple dared meet his eyes. His stare carried the menace of a predator, and those who accidentally met it felt an icy chill creep into their bones.
The entire square fell silent. None dared move as Liu Wuxie turned and strode away openly, heading toward the Book Collection Pavilion. He had only three days to read as much as he could, and he intended to make the most of it.
Without points, returning here in the future would be difficult, missions to earn them were far too time-consuming, and his focus lay on leveraging the rewards from wilderness training to push his cultivation higher.
He followed the winding mountain path, crossing the ridges that separated the pavilion from the Primordial Pagoda.
“Liu Wuxie has gone to the Book Collection Pavilion. Let’s go take a look—and spread the news about the divine dragon blood,” several disciples whispered with venomous smiles. Since they couldn’t claim the treasure for themselves, they would make sure that Liu Wuxie could find no peace.
