Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 871 - Soaring Dragon

Liu Wuxie was familiar with the basic rules, so he headed straight to the third floor after entering. Someone guarded each floor to ensure no one ventured where they shouldn't.

The deacon on the third floor had already anticipated Liu Wuxie's arrival.

Upon entering the third floor, Liu Wuxie was taken aback by the sheer number of spirit-grade martial techniques stored there. True disciples often had to risk their lives to earn enough points to exchange for even a single technique, yet an entire stockpile lay before him.

Though he had only two hours, that was more than enough time to skim through thousands of books. He had no intention of cultivating them all, but absorbing their knowledge could only benefit him.

Liu Wuxie picked up the first book and began flipping through it. It was a fist technique.

Though it wasn't particularly helpful, reading the information could enhance his understanding of fist techniques.

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When he began to flip through the books, the deacon responsible for the third floor looked displeased. Most disciples would act with caution and reverence on this floor, but Liu Wuxie flipped through them as though he were browsing the market.

"Boy, don't you know the rules here?" the deacon finally voiced his impatience.

"What rules?" Liu Wuxie looked up and asked. This was the first time he heard that there were rules in the Martial Pavilion. Was he supposed to sit still to read the materials?

However, Liu Wuxie held back from arguing as he wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Hurry up and pick a technique. Record it and leave immediately," the deacon said.

He wasn't targeting Liu Wuxie, but it would be too late by the time Liu Wuxie found the technique he wanted if he continued to flip through the books in this manner. He only spoke out of goodwill, and he even let out a snort when he finished.

"I appreciate your goodwill, but I know what I'm doing," Liu Wuxie replied. He continued to flip through the books and ignored the deacon.

The blatant disregard further enraged the deacon.

"Boy, did you not hear me? Pick one quickly and leave!" the deacon bellowed, his patience wearing thin. The relentless sound of pages flipping grated on his nerves.

Liu Wuxie had browsed through dozens of books in a few minutes before placing them back on the shelf.

"I don't recall there's such a rule in the Martial Pavilion," Liu Wuxie said, his gaze turning cold. He didn't want trouble but was infuriated by the deacon's repeated provocations.

"My words are the rules here. You have ten minutes to pick a book and leave," the deacon said, delivering his final ultimatum.

"I refuse. I'd like to see how you make me leave today," Liu Wuxie said with a hint of disdain in his eyes. The deacon was only at the Spirit Profound Realm and probably didn't have a high position to become a deacon.

The academy's elders were at the high levels of the Spirit Profound Realm, and some senior elders were at the Earth Profound Realm.

Those at the low levels of the Spirit Profound Realm could only become ordinary deacons. Moreover, guarding this place did not grant them access to the books. If they were caught reading them, their cultivation would be crippled, and they would be expelled from the academy.

Ignoring the deacon's furious glare, Liu Wuxie continued to flip through the books.

"You're courting death!" The deacon lost it and struck Liu Wuxie with his palm.

The Martial Pavilion was vast, with ample open space at its center—an area where disciples could practice after reading and familiarizing themselves with techniques.

However, it had now become a battlefield for the two of them.

"You're the one courting death!" Liu Wuxie released an outburst of aura that resembled a ferocious tiger, charging at the deacon.

He had just read a few fist techniques, and it was perfect for him to test them out.

When their attacks clashed, a shockwave swept out as Liu Wuxie merely staggered slightly while the deacon was sent flying by the punch.

"What a joke!" Liu Wuxie sneered and returned to the books, ignoring the deacon.

Time was limited, and he wanted to read all the materials.

The deacon stood frozen, unsure if he should unleash another attack. Liu Wuxie's earlier display of power had left him shaken.

"I don't want to cause any trouble and have not violated any rules. If you dare attack again, don't blame me for being ruthless," Liu Wuxie warned with a cold glare.

The deacon couldn't argue logically, and he couldn't win against Liu Wuxie. There were no rules that forbade his actions. He wanted to suppress Liu Wuxie forcefully, but he failed and was sent flying.

News of the incident naturally reached the elder responsible for guarding the pavilion, but no one intervened. The academy operated under the law of the strong preying on the weak, and deacons ranked lower than disciples—there was no reason for anyone to stand up for him.

Without further interruptions, Liu Wuxie's reading speed increased dramatically. He finished the majority of the books in an hour, and his memories of their contents were imprinted on his mind.

When he was out, he could try merging the techniques into the Golden Flame Strike and Annihilation Fist to increase their lethality.

"There aren't enough movement techniques here!" Liu Wuxie muttered as he had read through most of the books.

He had also found the Phantom Shift, but its level wasn't very high, as it focused on a short burst of speed. This meant there was a clear flaw, as death would come even faster if someone stood in his way.

Liu Wuxie continued to flip through the books, leaving the deacon furious, but he could do nothing about it.

Fortunately, two hours were almost up, and the deacon's lips curled into a cold smile, seeing that Liu Wuxie still hadn't chosen a technique.

After all, there wasn't enough time left to memorize a complete martial technique, and the thought of it delighted the deacon. This meant Liu Wuxie would've spent his points in vain.

However, he didn't know that Liu Wuxie had memorized all the martial techniques on the third floor.

When Liu Wuxie finished reading the last book, he let out a sigh of disappointment. The book contained ten movement techniques, each with strengths and weaknesses.

Though he could refine and perfect them if given time, it would be too time-consuming, and time was what he needed most.

Quantity was meaningless if the techniques didn't fit his style.

Suddenly, Liu Wuxie's gaze fixed on a corner when he scanned the surroundings. He quickly walked over and muttered, "Mhm? There's another book here. How did I miss it earlier?"

This book was kept in the most inconspicuous corner of the shelf. It was covered in dust and almost merged with the wood. No one would notice it unless they searched carefully.

He picked the ancient book up gently, afraid it would crumble when he touched it. However, it felt surprisingly cold in his hands, surprising him.

Ordinary books couldn't possibly exude cold air, which made this book, in particular, unusual.

"This is dragon hide!" Liu Wuxie gasped as he flipped through the book. It was breathtaking that this book's cover was made of dragon hide.

He couldn't imagine who could strip a dragon of its hide and use it as a book's cover.

This book wasn't thick and only had about a dozen pages. But these few pages were priceless, and Liu Wuxie didn't know why it was left there.

Seeing no title on the cover, Liu Wuxie began to flip through the book and saw a portrait of a dragon soaring to the sky.

"Soaring Dragon!" Liu Wuxie murmured. This was a supreme dragon clan's movement technique.

When executed, the user would soar into the clouds like a divine dragon. This was more than just a movement technique—it allowed the practitioner to harness the power of a divine dragon itself.

Unlike ordinary techniques, this was a fusion of martial arts and movement techniques. Not only did it enhance speed and agility, but it also allowed the user to infuse their own martial techniques into it, amplifying its power.

For instance, if Liu Wuxie fused this movement technique with the Golden Flame Strike, its effectiveness would double.

As he continued to flip through the pages, each page contained a vivid portrait of a divine dragon.

"Marvelous!" Liu Wuxie exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with admiration. Only someone who had witnessed a true dragon clan firsthand could have crafted such an exquisite technique. He couldn't understand why it had been left abandoned in a corner for years.

"The cultivator of this technique must possess a divine dragon's body!"

This meant that ordinary people, no matter how talented, could not cultivate this technique. It was no wonder it had been forgotten in a corner—despite its immense value, it was useless to most.

Though he couldn't practice it yet, every move and stance was engraved into Liu Wuxie's soul sea. He would have to comprehend for a long time, even for the first move.

This movement technique contained vast knowledge and was too comprehensive. Not only was it a movement technique, but it also contained comprehension of space and the physique, ranging from the circulation of true essence to the transformation of the bones.

It would take him a long time to comprehend it, but there was no time left.

The deacon was already heading in his direction, and he quickly threw the book into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron. After all, the dragon hide held immeasurable value, and he could only unleash its full potential by absorbing it, as leaving it there would be a waste.

Besides, he was the only one in the academy capable of practicing it.

The demonic flame swiftly engulfed the dragon hide, revealing a breathtaking scene. Divine dragons surged within the cauldron, their majestic forms twisting and soaring as if the book's illustrations had truly come to life.

This was unbelievable, as the phantoms of the divine dragons repeatedly demonstrated the technique, allowing Liu Wuxie to observe and memorize the moves. But it was a pity that his current cultivation was too low, and it would be impressive if he could perform the first move.