Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 290 - Offer

When the battle ended, the surroundings fell silent, and no one dared speak. They had just witnessed something that seemed like a legend: someone with lower cultivation defeating someone with higher cultivation.

Regardless of martial techniques, true essence, or the usage of divine power, Liu Wuxie had practically suppressed anyone in the third level of the True Core Realm.

“Damn it!” Ye Feng brandished his fist. No one could kill Liu Wuxie; even Wu Zheng was dead.

The faces of all the representatives from the Azure Lion Empire were filled with murderous intent. Only fifteen remained standing out of the thirty-odd who had joined the Battle of the Hundred Nations. Nine were eliminated, leaving just six to advance to the next round.

“Senior Brother Xiao, this kid has gone too far by killing several members of our Azure Lion Dynasty!” All eyes turned to Xiao Wenlai, the strongest member of their group.

“He won’t live long!” Xiao Wenlai said. He was also furious and would try everything to prevent Liu Wuxie from entering the cultivation world.

The room fell silent as everyone anticipated that Xiao Wenlai\'s involvement would seal Liu Wuxie\'s fate.

After leaving the stage, Liu Wuxie walked to his area to continue his cultivation, ignoring the surrounding discussion. He submerged into the world in his dantian, circulating the Desolate Devouring Art to devour the surrounding spiritual energy.

His cultivation finally consolidated a little after two battles. After all, his foundation had become unstable after making two breakthroughs in seven days. Thus, using battles was the best way to temper his cultivation.

The battle resumed, and the number of casualties increased. In severe cases, everyone in the ten arenas was heavily injured, losing the qualification to enter the cultivation world.

The scene was brutal, with everyone putting their lives on the line.

The battle ended at sunset, and everyone rested for a night before continuing the next day.

It was the same as Liu Wuxie had guessed, and only 240 people made it to the next round. For the next round, everyone would compete for the top hundred ranks.

This was the critical round, as success meant entering the cultivation world, while failure meant bidding farewell to the path of immortality. Everyone braced themselves for the next day’s battle.

This battle was destined to be intense, and casualties would continue to increase.

“Liu Wuxie, you have to seize the opportunity tomorrow. As long as you don’t run into opponents in the fourth level of the True Core Realm, entering the cultivation world won’t be an issue,” Fan Zhen whispered.

Securing an entry ticket to the cultivation world was important, and the rankings were secondary. After all, ranking first was almost the same as ranking one hundredth.

“It won’t be easy!” Liu Wuxie’s concern wasn’t just about entering the top hundred. He knew that the Azure Lion Empire wouldn’t let it slide after killing Wu Zheng.

“You’re worried that the Azure Lion Empire might target you?” Fan Zhen frowned. There were so many people from the Azure Lion Empire, and they wouldn’t let it slide easily.

“We’ll know tomorrow!” Liu Wuxie didn’t say much and closed his eyes to cultivate.

Fan Zhen departed, leaving Liu Wuxie to rest before the next day\'s battle.

The following day, everyone awoke from their cultivation sessions with anticipation etched on their faces. They had waited for this day for too long, and nervous energy permeated the atmosphere.

“The procedure will be the same as yesterday. Everyone will draw lots to determine your opponent!” Jiang Kaicheng said coldly, sweeping his gaze around. The box was prepared the previous night, and everyone received their number plate in less than fifteen minutes. Liu Wuxie was no exception either.

“Number eight!” Liu Wuxie took number eight, meaning he would be up for the first round. But he didn’t hurry to the arena and looked around for his opponent. With the Azure Lion Empire’s vengeful nature, he wondered if they would send experts to target him, aiming to sabotage his entry into the cultivation world.

Thus, Liu Wuxie waited till his number was called before going on the stage. This was to prevent those from the Azure Lion Empire from exchanging numbers secretly.

As Liu Wuxie landed steadily on the stage, he found himself facing a youth in his twenties whose cultivation was in the first level of the True Core Realm.

The youth smiled bitterly upon seeing Liu Wuxie. Knowing that Liu Wuxie had even defeated Wu Zheng and considering his own cultivation at the first level of the True Core Realm, he realized he wouldn\'t stand a chance against Liu Wuxie.

“Liu Wuxie, I’m Mo Yongfeng, the crown prince of the Southern Gold Dynasty. If you’re willing to give up your spot, I will appoint you as the next heir, allowing you to enjoy endless riches and glory,” Mo Yongfeng laid out his terms.

He knew his strength was no match for Liu Wuxie, so he made an irresistible offer: a nation’s throne.

“Is the Southern Gold Dynasty’s crown prince insane? He wants to give the throne away?” The crowd erupted into an uproar. Liu Wuxie was from the Great Yan Dynasty, and it was unthinkable for him to become the ruler of the Southern Gold Dynasty.

Mo Yongfeng had laid everything on the table just to enter the cultivation world. After all, the glamour of the mundane world was fleeting, and only in the cultivation world could one seek the path of immortality.

“I refuse!” Liu Wuxie replied. Even if someone offered him the entire mundane world, he would refuse the opportunity to enter the cultivation world. His goal wasn’t just the cultivation world but the celestial realm.

“Liu Wuxie, have you ever considered that even if you manage to defeat me and obtain the opportunity to enter the cultivation world, the Azure Lion Empire will let you go? They will surely try to kill you in the subsequent battles. Why not compromise to ensure mutual benefit?” Mo Yongfeng was blunt with his words.

Even if Liu Wuxie could defeat Mo Yongfeng, he would have to face the Azure Lion Empire. So, why not take a step back and take the throne of a mundane world? Not only could it benefit Mo Yongfeng, but it would also ensure Liu Wuxie’s life, an act of killing two birds with one stone.

It was no wonder Mo Yongfeng looked so confident. He had already planned out his words long ago. This was his offer regardless of who he had faced today.

“That’s my business, none of yours!” The Heretic Blade appeared in Liu Wuxie’s hands. He didn’t want to waste time chatting with Mo Yongfeng.

His reply naturally angered Mo Yongfeng, but he could do nothing because he couldn’t defeat Liu Wuxie.

“Liu Wuxie, you should give it a thought. There are countless beauties in the Southern Gold Dynasty. As long as you become the ruler, you can take your pick on whichever beauties you want.” Mo Yongfeng gritted his teeth and even spoke shameless words, drawing ridicule from the surroundings.

The Southern Gold Dynasty was an intermediate-grade nation that was way stronger than the Great Yan Dynasty. Giving up the spot of a ruler required great courage.

No one was stupid. If Mo Yongfeng could enter the cultivation world, it would take a few years for him to achieve some accomplishments. By then, the throne would still revert to the Mo Clan when he returned to the Southern Gold Dynasty.

It was no wonder why everyone in the surroundings sneered. Who was Mo Yongfeng trying to fool with his trickery? A three-year-old child?

The terms might sound tempting, but what if one could take the throne without the strength to back it up? In the end, the throne would still return to Mo Yongfeng.

Liu Wuxie was in disdain to explain and expose Mo Yongfeng’s pitiful trickery. With a grim face, he asked, “Are you done? You can get down now once you’re done!”

Putting away the Heretic Blade, Liu Wuxie unleashed a gust of wind with a palm strike. Mo Yongfeng couldn’t withstand any longer and was swept away by the gust, falling off the arena. With that, Liu Wuxie was the first to advance.

The envoys of the ten major sects looked at Liu Wuxie eagerly, wanting to recruit him.

“Kid, you’re strong. Join my Divine Sun Palace!” Jiang Kaicheng was the closest to Liu Wuxie and extended an invitation.

The ten major sects might vary in strength, but the differences were negligible. No one could threaten their position as long as their upper hierarchy remained intact. Even if they lost many lower-level disciples, it wouldn’t be enough to shake the foundation of their sect.

Everyone\'s face from the Azure Lion Empire changed. If Liu Wuxie accepted Jiang Kaicheng’s invitation, he would become a disciple of the Divine Sun Palace. This meant they would antagonize the Divine Sun Palace if they killed Liu Wuxie.

“Thanks for the invitation, but I need to consider!” Liu Wuxie cupped his fists together in gratitude. It required consideration on which sect to join, and he didn’t want to rush into it.

Liu Wuxie’s answer surprised everyone because everyone expected Liu Wuxie to accept the invitation immediately. After all, the representatives from the various empires would try to kill him otherwise.

No one here would dare to touch him if he accepted the Divine Sun Palace’s invitation.

Liu Wuxie’s direct invitation left Jiang Kaicheng at a loss for words. He hadn\'t anticipated such straightforwardness from Liu Wuxie and mistakenly thought that Liu Wuxie looked down on the Divine Sun Palace for being ranked last.

“Liu Wuxie, you dare reject my invitation?” Jiang Kaicheng felt humiliated upon being rejected, making his face grim.

Liu Wuxie stopped with a look of confusion. Didn’t he say he would consider it? So what was with Jiang Kaicheng’s hostility? Well, it was as expected of the cultivation world’s cruelty.

“Jiang Kaicheng, the ranking hasn’t ended yet. Aren’t you too anxious to extend your invitation? Or are you worried that your Divine Sun Palace won’t be able to get any good disciples?” A mocking voice came from afar as a chubby man walked over with a drumstick.

Liu Wuxie smiled at the sight of the chubby man. Over the past six months, he seemed to have a strong fate with chubby people.

Song Ling was chubby and ran into Li Shengsheng after joining the Imperial Academy, who was also chubby. Now, even the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s envoy was chubby.

“Fan Lin, what did you say?” Jiang Kaicheng roared. Fan Lin was right because few people would pick the Divine Sun Palace in each Battle of the Hundred Nations. The sects ranked at the forefront picked the talented fresh blood.

“Did I not make myself clear enough? He already made it clear he needed to consider. Yet, you want to threaten him? Man, I look down on you.” Fan Lin came to Liu Wuxie’s side and gave the latter an appreciative look as though they were acquaintances. This instantly left Liu Wuxie baffled.

He didn\'t recognize any of the ten envoys, so why did Fan Lin speak up for him? While everyone else remained indifferent, only Fan Lin spoke up for him.

“Liu Wuxie, I’ll remember you. I hope that you can make it to the end!” Jiang Kaicheng said, looking wary of Fan Lin. Could it be that this fatty possessed extraordinary strength?