Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 891 - Turning Into A Demon
Chapter 891 – Turning Into A Demon
All the disciples charged over, their weapons unsheathed, at Qing Shan’s command. These people had been loyal to Qing Mu for years, and their allegiance was unwavering.
Liu Wuxie was unfazed by dozens of attackers. They were only at the Heavenly Phase Realm and were no different from mere ants in his eyes.
“Die!” Liu Wuxie snorted, and the incoming disciples were frozen into lifeless sculptures with a flick of his finger. He had promised Jian Xing’er and Chen Ruoyan to restrain his bloodlust as much as possible.
Qing Mu shot to his feet, his expression turning grave after seeing Liu Wuxie kill dozens of disciples with a flick of his finger.
“Holy shit!” Qing Shan screamed as he collapsed to the ground in horror.
“Trash!” Liu Wuxie snorted in disdain. He couldn’t remember how many such pathetic worms he had killed in the past, and he unleashed a sword ray with another flick of his finger, severing Qing Shan’s right arm.
“ARGH!” Qing Shan screamed in agony as his entire right arm turned into a mist of blood. The pain was so excruciating that he lost consciousness.
However, Liu Wuxie infused a strand of true essence into him, ensuring he remained conscious. He had no intention of granting him an easy escape—he wanted him to suffer, to feel every ounce of pain, and to experience true torment.
“Grandfather, save me!” Qing Shan cried desperately, pleading Qing Mu to kill Liu Wuxie.
However, Qing Mu didn’t move as he realized that Liu Wuxie’s cultivation was much higher than his. Just the aura released by Liu Wuxie had left him frozen in place.
“Liu Wuxie, how ruthless can you be!” Qing Mu said, gritting his teeth. He regretted not killing Liu Wuxie in the past.
During the year Liu Wuxie had been gone, everyone assumed he had perished in the Central Plains. Yet, against all odds, he had returned—not only alive but with cultivation that had soared to unimaginable heights.
“Ruthless?” “Tell me, Qing Mu—when have I ever wronged you since joining the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion? Have I slain your kin? Have I done anything to harm you? Yet you have repeatedly sought to undermine me, all because of my talent. Isn’t it an irony for you to call me ruthless?”
However, Liu Wuxie’s murderous intent was brewing within him—the calmer he appeared on the surface, the more it raged inside. If he continued to suppress it, it would fester in his heart, becoming an obstacle in his cultivation.
Killing Qing Mu alone wouldn’t be enough to quell his fury. Yu Bu and all who had aided him had to die. The Heavenly Origin Sect, Azure Crimson Gate, Dugu Clan, Divine Sun Palace, and Indigo Cloud Gate had to be uprooted.
He intended to settle all the debts and slaughter until the rivers turned red. Killing Qing Mu was merely the beginning, not the end.
As a cold ray flashed, Qing Shan’s left arm exploded into a bloody mist, with his scream echoing through the hall.
Several curious disciples had gathered outside the hall, drawn by the commotion, yet none dared to step too close.
“Senior Brother Liu has returned!” the disciple on the left whispered.
“What terrifying power! Haven’t you noticed that Elder Qing Mu didn’t even dare to utter a word?” the disciple on the right murmured.
Though they spoke in hushed tones, their voices carried into the hall.
Qing Mu’s heart ached as he watched his grandson lose both arms, his face contorted with anguish.
Just as he tried to take a step forward, an oppressive aura erupted from Liu Wuxie that forced him back into his seat.
Qing Mu’s face turned ashen, and he knew he was finished. He knew no one could save him unless his master returned.
A cold ray flashed again, targeting Qing Shan’s right leg.
The entire limb was severed, but it didn’t turn into a blood mist and lay beside him.
“You demon! Kill me if you have the guts!” Qing Shan roared. The pain was too torturous with his limbs severed. Even if he could survive, he would spend the rest of his life as a cripple.
“You want to die? It won’t be that easy,” Liu Wuxie said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Pointing out with his finger again, he unleashed another cold ray that fell on Qing Shan’s left leg. With that, Qing Shan lay on the ground with no limbs, his blood dyeing the ground red.
“Liu Wuxie, I’m begging you, just kill him!” Qing Mu pleaded in a hoarse voice, not wanting to see his grandson suffer.
“Beg me?” Liu Wuxie smirked. “Shouldn’t you kneel if you’re truly begging someone?”
By now, even more disciples had gathered outside the hall, though none dared to step inside. Liu Wuxie was forcing Qing Mu to kneel before an audience—a humiliation worse than death.
“Okay, I’ll kneel!” Qing Mu rose from his seat and went down on his knees, kowtowing to Liu Wuxie.
He was once the renowned chief alchemist of the Treasure Pill Peak, basking in glory and enjoying unrivaled authority. Who would’ve thought he would grovel so pathetically before Liu Wuxie?
“Grandfather, don’t kneel to him! He won’t spare us anyway!” Qing Shan said, showing the last bit of his dignity. He knew he would eventually die, and he wanted to die with some dignity.
“Liu Wuxie, I’ve knelt. Can you give us a swift death now?” Qing Mu roared, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot.
“Why should I grant your wish just because you asked?” Liu Wuxie’s tone turned icy, plunging the hall’s temperature and covering the pillars in thin ice.
Jian Xing’er and Chen Ruoyan shivered in the cold.
“YOU DEMON! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” Qing Mu stood up and cursed.
“You’re right. I’ll become a demon today.”
Liu Wuxie admitted it without hesitation—today, he would abandon all morals and honor.
He was a man of flesh and blood with emotions. Who wouldn’t be furious if their family and friends were imprisoned and their women nearly defiled?
A cold ray pierced Qing Shan’s dantian, destroying it. Without the support of his true essence, Qing Shan’s face contorted in agony. He wanted to die, but he couldn’t even take his own life.
“My grandson, I’m sorry!” With a sudden, grief-stricken cry, Qing Mu drew his sword and charged forward, severing Qing Shan’s head in a single stroke. Blood sprayed across the hall as the lifeless head tumbled to the ground.
Liu Wuxie could have stopped Qing Mu—but he didn’t. He allowed it to happen on purpose. He wanted Qing Mu to live with the pain of killing his own kin.
Qing Shan’s body collapsed, freed from the pain.
Gasps echoed from the disciples outside the hall.
Liu Wuxie was the first to force Qing Mu to this extent.
After killing Qing Shan, Qing Mu raised his sword to his neck to kill himself. He would rather die than suffer further humiliation.
However, Liu Wuxie wouldn’t let him die so easily. If Qing Mu were to perish, it would be before the entire Heavenly Treasure Pavilion for all to witness.
Qing Mu froze, and his sword failed to pierce his neck.
“LIU WUXIE, WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” Qing Mu roared in despair. He had already chosen to take his own life, but why wouldn’t Liu Wuxie let him have a swift death?
“You’ll know in a while!” Liu Wuxie reached out to grab Qing Mu by the neck, lifting him off the ground as he left the hall.
“All disciples of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, listen up! Gather at the martial field!” Liu Wuxie’s voice reached every corner of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, shocking even the disciples in seclusion.
Such power was unimaginable. Then, Liu Wuxie headed toward the martial field with Jian Xing’er and Chen Ruoyan, and a large crowd of disciples followed behind.
Qing Mu’s head drooped low as he was carried out.
After Han Feizi brought Xu Yilin and others to the martial field, he lifted the restrictions placed on them.
A few hundred disciples had already gathered, a stark contrast to the tens of thousands the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion once boasted. The sect had fallen into a pitiful state—more than eighty percent of its disciples had abandoned it.
As more disciples trickled in, curiosity spread among them.
“What’s going on? Who called us here?” some murmured, confused by the sudden gathering.
“No idea. I heard Liu Wuxie has returned,” someone replied.
There weren’t many people who knew of Liu Wuxie’s return.
The two disciples Liu Wuxie had previously met ran around the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, spreading the news of his return and urging everyone to gather at the martial field.
“That’s impossible! He left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion a year ago. Could he really be back?” Many were skeptical, unwilling to believe the rumors.
“We’ll know soon.”
Two hours had passed since Liu Wuxie’s return, and now over a thousand disciples had assembled at the martial field, eager for answers.
From the distant mountain path, Liu Wuxie emerged, striding forward—with Qing Mu dangling helplessly in his grasp.
“Look! It’s really Liu Wuxie!” someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Over the past year, Liu Wuxie’s influence in the sect had increased instead of diminishing.
“What’s going on? Why is he carrying Elder Qing Mu like a helpless chick?” Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd as they took in the scene—Qing Mu, who was once a revered elder, was now a mere prisoner in Liu Wuxie’s grasp.
“Elder Qing Mu is at the high level of the Nascent Transformation Realm, but he’s helpless before Liu Wuxie!” Everyone was shocked.
A wave of shock rippled through the crowd. While the Nascent Transformation Realm wasn’t the peak of cultivation in the Southern Province, it was still among the strongest, standing at the very top of the pyramid.
“Could Liu Wuxie have reached the True Profound Realm?” Only an expert at the True Profound Realm could capture someone at the high level of the Nascent Transformation Realm.
“How is that possible? He’s only in his twenties—how could he have reached the True Profound Realm?” Many people shook their heads to dismiss that possibility. They would rather believe that Liu Wuxie had used tricks to capture Qing Mu instead.
Ignoring their chatter, Liu Wuxie walked toward the martial field’s center with Qing Mu in his hand.
The crowd parted automatically to let Liu Wuxie and the two ladies pass.
Only now did Xu Yilin and the others finally see Liu Wuxie.
“Wuxie, are you alright?” Xu Yilin asked with concern. He was afraid Liu Wuxie might develop a heart demon.
“I’m fine!” Liu Wuxie replied; his complexion improved. He casually threw Qing Mu to the ground. He had already sealed the latter’s cultivation, stripping him of his freedom to take his own life.
No disciples dared to meet his eyes when Liu Wuxie looked around the martial field.
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