Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1249 - Robbery
Chapter 1249 – Robbery
Xu Guang dangled helplessly in the dragon’s claw, unable to move. From a distance, disciples of the Heavenly Martial Institute watched with grim satisfaction; their long-brewing resentment toward Xu Guang finally found release. The other outer sect deacons melted into hiding; no one dared to defend him.
“Liu Wuxie, please don’t kill me! I was wrong! I’ll give you all my astral stones!” Xu Guang begged, his voice cracking with terror.
“Too late,” Liu Wuxie replied, his tone flat and devoid of mercy. He tightened his grip; the dragon’s claw contracted.
Xu Guang’s screams echoed across the courtyard as blood burst from his five orifices. Bones splintered, organs crushed—the sight made the onlookers recoil. If Xu Guang somehow survived, it would only be to linger in agony for a short while.
“Ding Yi, shouldn’t we have intervened and persuaded him against doing that?” one elder from the Heavenly Martial Institute asked, but nobody moved. Intervening meant becoming Liu Wuxie’s enemy, and no one wished to take that risk.
“Persuade him?” Ding Yi said with a bitter smile. “You wouldn’t suggest that if you knew what Xu Guang had done to him.”
The elders often ignored Xu Guang’s abuses; this time, he had collided with someone who refused to tolerate even a speck of injustice.
With one final squeeze, the dragon’s claw demolished Xu Guang, reducing him to a cloud of blood. The metallic stench of iron spread, making some bystanders retch. Origin Conversion laws streamed through the dragon’s claws into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, nourishing the desolate world.
The two inner disciples watched in horror; their bodies trembled.
“Your turn next,” Liu Wuxie said without emotion. Killing Xu Guang had always been part of his plan. From the day he entered the Heavenly Dragon Sect, Xu Guang had been trailing him with murderous intent, and his continued existence would have forever warped Liu Wuxie’s dao heart.
The dragon’s claws shifted and snatched the two inner disciples. They strained and screamed but could not break free. With a deafening crack, both were torn apart and turned into blood clouds like Xu Guang.
Hisses and shocked murmurs rippled through the crowd. No one could accept that Liu Wuxie had murdered an outer-sect deacon and two inner disciples so openly. Even the inner disciples who had gathered nearby stood frozen, eyes wide.
“I’m afraid no one can be a match for Liu Wuxie aside from the very top-ranked inner disciples,” an inner disciple observed. Many had once dreamed of robbing Liu Wuxie of his treasures; now, after this display, none would risk provoking him. The pattern was clear: those who pushed him in the past month had paid with their lives. Mu Heng and Shen Yue avoided showing their faces, fearing they might be next.
Liu Wuxie strode over to check He Yingwu’s injuries.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’ll live,” He Yingwu replied with a grin. He felt genuine joy: Liu Wuxie had become terrifyingly strong.
“Rest today. Come with me to Mount Dragon City tomorrow,” Liu Wuxie instructed. He laid a sealing spiritual array around the courtyard to bar intruders. He Yingwu’s wounds began to heal rapidly after he consumed pills.
At dawn, the pair departed the Heavenly Dragon Sect. Communication Talismans throughout the sect flared—Liu Wuxie’s departure had caused an uproar.
Duan Li, who had been lurking in Mount Dragon City for a month waiting for a chance to kill Liu Wuxie, finally received the news he wanted. Experts from the Sky Cloud Star and the Tranquil Meteor Star also began to stir in the shadows.
“Wuxie, is it really a good idea for us to head to Mount Dragon City now?” He Yingwu asked in a concerned tone as they traveled along. He wasn’t worried for himself, but for Liu Wuxie’s safety.
He knew dangers lurked everywhere, with many people thirsting for their deaths. Leaving the Heavenly Dragon Sect would mean relinquishing its protection and exposing oneself to pursuit.
After all, no one would dare to touch them in the Heavenly Dragon Sect, not even experts from the Sky Cloud Star and the Tranquil Meteor Star.
“I won’t be able to progress if I stay in the Heavenly Dragon Sect,” Liu Wuxie admitted, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness. “I’ve already burned through all the newcomer rewards. If I want to accelerate my cultivation, I need another way.”
His meteoric rise depended on the rewards for new disciples. Now that they were gone, he was just another outer disciple.
A seventh-grade spiritual pill required astronomical points, and refining one himself demanded rare herbs he couldn’t obtain with astral stones. Even missions required leaving the sect; he couldn’t remain cloistered forever.
He Yingwu fell silent. Liu Wuxie was right. Remaining within the sect ensured safety but shackled their development. Worse, if the upper echelons saw no future in Liu Wuxie, their leniency would evaporate. The sect had overlooked his killings only because of the potential they saw in him.
“What are we going to do in Mount Dragon City?” He Yingwu finally asked. Since Liu Wuxie had already decided, he would follow without hesitation.
“Earn resources,” Liu Wuxie said firmly. “I want to push both our cultivations to the high levels of the Origin Conversion Realm within a month.”
The sheer ambition in his words left He Yingwu dumbstruck. That would mean a breakthrough every two or three days, an impossible pace for ordinary cultivators. Yet, after everything he had seen, he couldn’t bring himself to doubt Liu Wuxie. In the few short months since entering the astral domain, Liu Wuxie had already accomplished miracles beyond counting.
Liu Wuxie also explained the Myriad Race Ceremony. He had to compete for Han Feizi’s sake, not only to secure a high ranking but also to gain enough benefits to compel the sect into building an interstellar teleportation array. He shared little else, but He Yingwu could tell a deeper plan was already forming in his heart.
“We’re not going to rob others again, are we?” He Yingwu asked, half-joking, half-wary. Other than plundering, he couldn’t imagine how they could amass the resources needed for such rapid cultivation.
The Heavenly Dragon Sect had countless outer disciples, but they would need decades to climb to the high levels of the Origin Conversion Realm. Yet, Liu Wuxie intended to complete that within one month, and it was no wonder why He Yingwu would look the way he did.
It was fortunate that Elder Long was unaware of Liu Wuxie’s intentions. Otherwise, he would have scolded him for being too ambitious.
“Robbing?” Liu Wuxie held his chin in thought. “You could put it that way, but we’re going to target the elites instead. As for those beneath the Primal Origin Realm, I can’t even be bothered with them.”
His words made He Yingwu stumble and nearly drop to his knees. He couldn’t imagine what Liu Wuxie was planning. Was he really going to rob Void Realm experts? On the Indigo Bamboo Star, cultivators at the Void Realm were already considered powerful. Yet, from Liu Wuxie’s tone, the Primal Origin Realm was merely the starting line. T
In other words, he would probably target even Earth Immortals or cultivators at the Heaven Gaze Realm.
The Earth Immortal Realm lay beyond the Void Realm, where cultivators carried a trace of immortal laws within their bodies. After reaching that level, they could be considered true powerhouses in the Indigo Bamboo Star.
“Wuxie, hold on! My legs are numb!” He Yingwu exclaimed, his knees buckling from the shock of Liu Wuxie’s words.
“There are many ways to rob, and brute force is the lowest,” Liu Wuxie continued calmly. “The highest form is to persuade the other party to surrender their resources willingly. That’s the stunt we’ll pull in Mount Dragon City.”
Dawn hadn’t fully arrived, and they took a brief rest on the empty road.
“Is there even a difference?” He Yingwu asked, baffled. This was the first time he had ever heard robbery ranked in categories.
“Of course, there’s a difference,” Liu Wuxie explained. “The lowest form only breeds hatred and feuds, while the highest leaves the other party content to hand over their treasures.”
He Yingwu rolled his eyes. Robbery was robbery, no matter how Liu Wuxie tried to dress it up. Who in their right mind would happily give away their treasures? Still, he couldn’t deny the excitement that stirred within him. He wanted to see how Liu Wuxie would coax experts into surrendering their wealth voluntarily.
After their brief rest, they pushed on through the mountain range. Mount Dragon City gradually emerged on the horizon. Along the way, they changed disguises repeatedly, taking every precaution to avoid recognition. He Yingwu’s skills proved invaluable in this.
By midday, the two finally entered Mount Dragon City. It wasn’t their first visit here. They had stayed only a single night before, but this time, they intended to remain for an entire month.
“Wuxie, where are we going now?” He Yingwu asked. He still didn’t know what Liu Wuxie planned, and the thought of them starting daylight robbery unsettled him.
“We’re heading to Eastern Street to find someone,” Liu Wuxie replied with a devilish smile. “The two of us alone aren’t enough for my plan. We’ll need helpers.”
He trusted Elder Long’s recommendation. If this person were Elder Long’s friend, they couldn’t possibly be ordinary. That thought filled Liu Wuxie with eager anticipation.
