A torrent of murderous intent burst forth from Liu Wuxie, forming a powerful gale that lashed against the surrounding walls.

Each shockwave emitted a dull echo in the chamber, and anyone could imagine how furious Liu Wuxie was, judging from the impact he released.

Liu Wuxie despised nothing more than being threatened by his family and friends. This wasn’t the first time he had encountered this situation in the past year. His murderous intent gradually subsided as he stood up.

Twelve days had passed outside, equivalent to one hundred and twenty days inside the cultivation chamber. After stabilizing his cultivation, he had successfully stepped into the Quasi-Heavenly Dipper Realm. This meant he was only one step away from entering the Heavenly Dipper Realm.

Two-thirds of his true essence was converted into heavenly dipper power, which was far more terrifying than those in the higher levels of the Heavenly Dipper Realm.

This meant there wasn’t much use for him to stay in the cultivation chamber because reaching the Heavenly Dipper Realm required an opportunity. That opportunity could be tomorrow, the day after, or even one month from now, and Liu Wuxie needed to figure out when.

"Since you are courting death, I’ll fulfill your wish!" Liu Wuxie walked over to the door and pressed the switch to open it.

After a single breath, the stone gate swung open, revealing Liu Wuxie to everyone. He retrieved his medal from the slot, noting that six thousand points had been deducted over the past twelve days. This wasn’t much, as he still had over ten thousand points remaining.

"Liu Wuxie, you’ve finally decided to come out!" Su Ji sneered. Duan Hong hadn’t come out yet and must have been in the critical moment of his breakthrough.

Their party had four people, and they weren’t afraid of Liu Wuxie. Even if they couldn’t kill him, they were confident of holding him off.

"You are all courting death!" Liu Wuxie’s voice was devoid of emotion, and his icy gaze sent a chill down Su Ji’s spine.

"Brother Liu, don’t worry about me. Leave quickly!" Weng Li lay on the ground with blood trickling down his lips, but he urged Liu Wuxie to leave.

"You want to leave? No way!" The other three youths formed a formation and surrounded Liu Wuxie. After all, Liu Wuxie had twenty thousand points, and he should have a considerable amount left after spending six thousand, enough for them to divide among themselves.

"Brother Weng, I’m sorry for involving you in this matter. I’ll kill them to avenge you." Liu Wuxie felt deeply apologetic. He hadn’t sought out Weng Li since joining the sect to avoid causing trouble for him, but he didn’t expect that Weng Li would still be dragged into this mess.

"Liu Wuxie, you can’t even protect yourself, let alone others. Die!" Aside from Su Ji, the other three youths attacked together. Their longswords enveloped Liu Wuxie as they unleashed their strongest attacks.

"You think garbage like you three can kill me? What a joke!" Liu Wuxie appeared motionless, but three afterimages charged at the three youths.

The three were sent flying, blood spilling into the air. The sound of bones cracking echoed, causing many onlookers to retreat in fear. It was unimaginable to cripple three people with a single move.

Su Ji trembled in fear and nearly ran away. As for the three, they hit the ground and wailed in pain. Their bones were utterly shattered, and they couldn’t heal from such injuries. Their dantians were also destroyed, leaving them completely crippled.

Liu Wuxie had also injected a hint of poison-attribute energy into their bodies, meaning they would die within three days.

Liu Wuxie naturally wouldn’t kill them outright because waiting for death was ten thousand times more cruel than an immediate death.

"He’s too terrifying. Is he a primordial beast?" Those gathered in the surroundings kept a safe distance of about fifty meters. Just the murderous intent of Liu Wuxie was enough to tear open the skin of an ordinary True Core Realm cultivator.

"Your turn!" After crippling the three, Liu Wuxie looked at Su Ji, his murderous intent piercing his brain.

"L-Liu Wuxie, I’ll kill your friend if you dare take another step forward!" Su Ji was frantic, unable to leave without Duan Hong’s orders, hoping to threaten Liu Wuxie by holding Weng Li hostage.

"You have successfully angered me!" Liu Wuxie clenched his fist, and a violent wave of energy surging forward swept all the stones on the ground toward him.

Right then, the gate to Duan Hong’s cultivation chamber opened up.

"Senior Brother Duan Hong, save me!" Su Ji cried for help. He knew he would die even if he killed Weng Li, and he only wanted to live.

"No one can save you today!" Liu Wuxie’s voice was like a blade stabbing into Su Ji’s heart, and he vanished with his palm striking the latter.

"Liu Wuxie, you dare?" Duan Hong roared. He would be humiliated if Liu Wuxie killed his lackey right in front of his eyes.

"There’s nothing in the world I don’t dare to do!" With a hint of mockery, Liu Wuxie’s palm was unstoppable, and it was too late for Duan Hong to save Su Ji now.

"Liu Wuxie, I’ll take someone with me, even if I have to die!" Su Ji realized his fate. His true essence was sealed, and he couldn’t breathe. He exerted force with his foot, aiming to stomp down on Weng Li’s chest.

"It’s futile. You can’t even lift a finger before me." A more terrifying energy manifested, forming into a blade that slashed down at Su Ji’s right leg.

Su Ji’s right leg was severed with a crack and turned to ashes. Su Ji let out a painful scream and lost his balance, causing him to fall backward.

Right then, Liu Wuxie’s palm descended and obliterated Su Ji’s body, not even leaving his corpse behind.

Duan Hong arrived right after Liu Wuxie had killed Su Ji, but it was already too late.

"Liu Wuxie, you dare kill my men? I’ll kill you!" Duan Hong was enraged. To have his lackey killed before him would be a fatal blow to his reputation and status in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

After all, Su Ji was Duan Hong’s lackey, loyal to him. Thus, Liu Wuxie’s act of killing him was unforgivable.

"I advise you to be rational. Do you think you can kill me? There are still ten days until the competition, and we can settle this then." Liu Wuxie lifted Weng Li, ignoring Duan Hong’s threat.

Killing Duan Hong was no different from squashing an ant, but Liu Wuxie didn’t want to reveal too much of his strength. He planned to use the competition to make a name for himself, and killing Duan Hong now wasn’t beneficial for his development.

The better he performed in the competition, the more attention he would attract from the sect.

"You want to leave so easily after killing someone? Dream on!" Duan Hong naturally wouldn’t listen to Liu Wuxie’s advice and lunged forward with his palm aimed at Liu Wuxie’s head.

"How stubborn!" Liu Wuxie was enraged and released an even more violent shockwave with a suffocating icy energy sealing the surroundings.

Duan Hong was hurled backward by a colossal ice fist, crashing onto the ground. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as a surge of blood rose in his throat, which he swallowed back down forcefully.

"Do you still want to fight?" Liu Wuxie looked at Duan Hong with a playful expression. The outcome was decided, and he would have no choice but to start a massacre if Duan Hong persisted.

Duan Hong’s face turned red and blue. His face was ugly, with a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest. If he couldn’t expel it, his foundation would be damaged, and this wasn’t the right time to fight.

"Liu Wuxie, mark my words! I’ll make sure you will beg for death during the competition!" Duan Hong said. Since Liu Wuxie was out, Duan Hong hurried into the black cultivation chamber because he would leave behind injuries if he didn’t treat himself in time.

Liu Wuxie had already grown tired of empty threats, so he ignored Duan Hong and helped Weng Li to a resting place.

"Take it!" Liu Wuxie took out a pill and fed it to Weng Li. The latter didn’t refuse, knowing Liu Wuxie was wealthy and didn’t lack resources.

After consuming the pills, Weng Li began to recover from his injuries quickly.

"Brother Liu, I’m sorry for hindering your cultivation." Weng Li was apologetic. If it weren’t for him, Liu Wuxie would still be making a breakthrough in the black cultivation chamber.

"This had nothing to do with you. Give me your medal!" Liu Wuxie shook his head. The latter was innocent and had been implicated because of him.

These people couldn’t do anything to him and tried to threaten him with his friend through all means necessary.

Weng Li handed his medal over, wondering what Liu Wuxie intended to do.

Liu Wuxie transferred two thousand points from his medal to Weng Li’s.

"Junior Brother Liu, you can’t do that!" Weng Li stood up in a hurry. With his current strength, it would take him a year to earn two thousand points, but Liu Wuxie gave it so easily, leaving him stunned.

"You’re too weak now, and these points are meant for you to improve your cultivation quickly. The cultivation chambers here are good, and you should stay here to cultivate for a while." Liu Wuxie patted Weng Li’s shoulder before taking out ten thousand spirit stones and some Azure Orgin Pills, placing them into an interspatial pouch, and handing them to Weng Li.

These were compensation for Weng Li, who was dragged into this matter because of him.

"Brother Liu, I don’t know how I can ever repay you," Weng Li said, his voice thick with emotion. Since entering the cultivation world, he had come to understand its harsh realities. It was far from the glamorous picture they had imagined, and Weng Li found himself contemplating a return to the mundane world.

However, he couldn’t return to the mundane world without reaching the Heavenly Phase Realm, and leaving without permission would mark him as a traitor.

These points and resources were invaluable to Liu Wuxie, yet they presented a crucial opportunity for Weng Li to rapidly advance and establish himself within the sect.

"Just focus on your cultivation!" Liu Wuxie patted Weng Li’s shoulders and sent him to the cultivation chamber before leaving.

After leaving this area, Liu Wuxie headed to the Mission Hall to receive 38,400 points. But he didn’t exchange anything this time and returned to his courtyard.

Before getting close to his courtyard, he saw a familiar figure standing outside. It was Jian Xing’er, and she was joyful upon seeing him.

She had visited several times during Liu Wuxie’s seclusion, only to find the doors closed each time.

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