Chapter 847 - Departure

The massive hammer whistled through the air, flying straight for Lu Qiang's head.

Lu Funian sprung up from the ground in a desperate attempt to save his son, but it was too late.

Du Canghai was a veteran expert at the Spirit Profound Realm who possessed terrifying strength. Those he intended to kill couldn't escape his grasp.

Right in the critical moment, Liu Wuxie vanished from where he stood.

"Cut!" Liu Wuxie unleashed a blade aura—an ordinary strike without using the Golden Flame Strike, yet more than enough to deal with Du Canghai.

Du Canghai was enraged as he was moments away from killing Lu Funian and Lu Qiang, but someone had intervened and thwarted his plans. Forced to withdraw his hammer, he had no choice—if he continued his attack, he would be cut down by Liu Wuxie's blade aura.

After a brief moment of consideration, he chose self-preservation over his revenge. He could deal with Lu Funian and his son later. Swinging his hammer sideways, he moved to intercept the blade aura.

The moment the hammer and blade collided, a powerful shockwave erupted, sending ripples through the air and shaking everything in its surroundings as if the very ground might collapse.

Liu Wuxie was pushed back, hovering in the air with the Heretic Blade hanging low.

Lu Qiang, having narrowly escaped death, cast Liu Wuxie a grateful glance.

"Get down here!" Lu Funian rushed over, his voice booming with anger. "Stop making a fool of yourself and get lost!"

Lu Qiang didn't dare to disobey and hurried back to the ground.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze as Du Canghai's fury intensified. If another Spirit Profound Realm cultivator had stopped him, he might have let it go, but for someone at the Nascent Transformation Realm to interfere—it was outright disrespect.

"Brat, you're courting death!" Du Canghai roared, his murderous gaze locking onto Liu Wuxie as if he wanted to devour him whole.

Liu Wuxie frowned as he had only stopped him from killing the Lu Clan's father and son. There was no grudge between them.

But Du Canghai had no intention of letting him go. He didn't hesitate to swing his hammer at Liu Wuxie, displaying his ruthlessness.

"Young Master Liu, be careful!" Lu Funian called out; his voice filled with urgency. Though he didn't know much about Liu Wuxie's strength, the odds of someone at the Nascent Transformation Realm defeating someone at the Spirit Profound Realm were too low. He didn't hesitate to join the fray with his sword, attacking Du Canghai's back.

"Hmph, I'll deal with you after I kill this brat!" Du Canghai easily avoided Lu Funian's attack, and his hammer continued to strike at Liu Wuxie like a comet.

"Who's that kid trying to interfere in a fight at the Nascent Transformation Realm? Does he have a death wish?" A murmur spread through the crowd. They didn't recognize Liu Wuxie or know of his accomplishments. Judging by his cultivation, his action was no different from walking straight into his grave.

"There are always fools who don't know their limits, thinking they can challenge those with higher cultivation just because they have a few decent skills!" someone scoffed. Though battles across cultivation levels were not unheard of, the gap between the Nascent Transformation Realm and the Spirit Profound Realm was simply too vast. No one was optimistic about Liu Wuxie; they only saw arrogance and recklessness.

The hammer had already struck, and Liu Wuxie could not escape. This meant he could only fight back. Since Du Canghai wanted to die, Liu Wuxie would fulfill his wish.

Experts at the Spirit Profound Realm were like a treasure trove. It would greatly aid his cultivation if he could absorb the laws of the Spirit Profound Realm. Most importantly, they were often immensely wealthy.

Liu Wuxie had already exhausted five million spirit stones during his breakthrough to the ninth-level Nascent Transformation Realm, and his remaining resources were far from enough to support his advancement to the True Profound Realm.

As soon as he lifted the blade, Du Canghai's hand trembled. He recognized it instantly—this was a dao technique. His mind reeled in disbelief. How could someone at the Nascent Transformation Realm execute a dao technique?

"Golden Flame Strike!" Liu Wuxie went all out this time, infusing baleful energy into his strike. This made his attack even more terrifying, as it was shrouded in a thick red mist. The sheer pressure of his blade aura sent chills down the spines of the spectators, their legs trembling beneath them.

He knew he had to end the battle quickly, as the city was no longer suitable for him to stay.

"Frost Dao Art!" Liu Wuxie unleashed the second Dao technique after executing the Golden Flame Strike.

Du Canghai felt his movements slow dramatically. He was frozen in place, encased in ice, completely trapped.

Having just reached the ninth-level Nascent Transformation Realm, Liu Wuxie needed a battle to consolidate his foundation. Through Du Canghai, he not only planned to consolidate his cultivation, but he also planned to extract Du Canghai's laws and push himself toward the Quasi-True Profound Realm.

"Brat, who the hell are you, and how do you know so many dao techniques!" Du Canghai roared.

As a rogue cultivator, he had never mastered many Dao techniques and relied solely on the brute strength of his hammer.

In a true battle of Dao techniques, there was no doubt—he was at a severe disadvantage.

The two dao techniques unleashed by Liu Wuxie intimidated everyone in the surroundings, especially those who had mocked Liu Wuxie earlier. Their mouths were wide open. Whether Liu Wuxie could win, the Dao techniques were enough to suppress ninety-nine percent of the present cultivators.

Liu Wuxie said nothing and couldn't be bothered to share his identity with these clowns. His expression remained indifferent, and the Heretic Blade tore through the air and reached Du Canghai.

This was too terrifying, as Liu Wuxie was undoubtedly the first to wield such power at the Nascent Transformation Realm, possessing strength comparable to that of the Spirit Profound Realm.

A series of explosions occurred through the rapid compression of air, sending shockwaves with deafening blasts that forced many people to clutch their ears in pain. Who could have imagined that a cultivator at the Nascent Transformation Realm could unleash such power?

When the laws bore down like a colossal mountain, Du Canghai was stunned. He hadn't considered Liu Wuxie a threat from the start.

His hammer appeared before Liu Wuxie like a thunderbolt, but the ruthless Dao techniques and laws suppressed it.

Du Canghai's hammer was sent flying away, unable to resist the Golden Flame Strike's power. He was also frozen by the Frost Dao Art, restricting all of his movements.

"Patriarch Lu, get ready!" Liu Wuxie called out.

He had no intention of killing Du Canghai himself—he only needed to hold him down. He understood that Lu Funian had to deliver the final blow to free himself from his inner demons. Only then could his future cultivation progress smoothly.

Lu Funian had been waiting patiently for the right moment. Though he was weaker than Du Canghai, the gap between them wasn't insurmountable.

As Du Canghai's hammer was knocked away, Lu Funian seized the opportunity. His sword aura shot forward like a blinding ray, closing in on his enemy.

Now, under attack from both sides, Du Canghai was completely at a disadvantage.

"Lu Funian, how dare you launch a sneak attack on me?!" Du Canghai roared as he broke free from the Frost Dao Art's restraint. His combat strength had been significantly weakened after losing his hammer.

𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Du Canghai wanted to dodge to the side, but he was still a step too late as Lu Funian's sword aura struck him, severing an arm.

"Damn it!" Du Canghai roared. His combat strength had been further reduced after losing an arm, and only Lu Funian could deal with him alone.

As for the Golden Flame Strike, it had vanished to avoid inflicting further damage to the Lu Clan's buildings. That was the same for the Frost Dao Art as the surroundings returned to normal.

Right then, the hammer descended from the sky, smashing onto the street and creating a massive crater. The severed arm also vanished mysteriously, including the interspatial ring on its finger.

Liu Wuxie's appearance had turned the tide of battle, turning Du Canghai's advantage to a disadvantage.

Descending from the sky, Liu Wuxie walked into the crowd as though nothing had happened. The remaining battle had nothing to do with him, as it was a grudge between the Lu Clan and Du Canghai.

In the sky, Lu Funian and Du Canghai stood facing each other as blood dripped from Du Canghai's wound, leaving his face deathly pale.

"Du Canghai, I bet you never imagined this day would come!" Lu Funian stepped forward, his sword poised at Du Canghai's throat.

"I regret not killing you back then!" Du Canghai's eyes burned with hatred. His strength was less than one-third of what it had been in his prime after losing an arm, and he was now a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Without hesitation, Lu Funian raised his sword and swung down, unleashing a devastating sword aura that completely engulfed Du Canghai. And just like that, it was over.

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At the Lu Clan, everyone searched for Liu Wuxie, only to discover that he had disappeared without a trace. He had returned to the ground at some point—then vanished. Even after searching the entire city, they couldn't find him.

Far away, on the main road, Liu Wuxie streaked across the sky like a comet, his movement technique allowing him to cover a thousand meters with each step.

"I should be able to reach the Martial Astral Vein in just twelve days," Liu Wuxie murmured. He didn't want to get too entangled with the Lu Clan after defeating Du Canghai, as it would lead to more formalities and farewells.

He couldn't afford any delay, and there was no need for unnecessary formalities since he was leaving anyway. He traveled swiftly through the night after leaving, and it was no wonder the Lu Clan couldn't find him.

Passing through a mountain range, a majestic city appeared before Liu Wuxie, where he planned to rest for the night before taking the teleportation to leave the following day.

The Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy governed the southern region, while the Dragon Emperor Academy governed the northern region. The Dragon Emperor Academy influenced the city Liu Wuxie entered.

Like the Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy, the Dragon Emperor Academy also held a recruitment test every five years, following the same rules to gather prodigies from across the Central Plains.

"Heavenly City!" Liu Wuxie fell into deep thoughts when he looked at the characters on the city wall. He began to wonder if there was a heavenly path in this world.

He paid the entry fee with spirit stones and stepped into the city. Over the past few days, he had completely refined the laws from Du Canghai's severed arm and smoothly reached the Quasi-True Profound Realm.

Just as he had expected, Du Canghai was filthy rich and carried over ten million spirit stones with him, along with countless spiritual herbs and pills. Among them, just the Azure Yang Pills alone numbered in the tens of thousands.

When Liu Wuxie entered the city, he was greeted by a sense of antiquity. As he traveled north, he noticed that the environment—whether in wastelands or cities—was better preserved.

The laws of the cultivators here were more refined, and this had something to do with their environment.

The southern region was more developed, while the northern region maintained a more primitive state. This was neither good nor bad, as both had their merits.

Cultivation required constant progress, but retaining a more primitive state allowed one to comprehend the laws better. This resulted in stronger cultivation and physique, which equated to more formidable combat strength among the northern cultivators.