Fantasy: One Effort, Ten Thousand Times Critical Hit Harvest!

Chapter 5: This Junior Brother Is Quite Ruthless!

Luo Mu felt a bit helpless as he looked at the broken branch beneath his feet.

He had forgotten that he was still holding the heavy package in his hand; otherwise, he wouldn’t have stepped on it directly and broken it.

“I didn’t expect there to actually be a demonic sect traitor in the academy.”

Luo Mu murmured to himself.

In the past, he had only heard others speak of such things, but now he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, imperial power was naturally supreme, followed by sects, and finally these demonic sect forces and foreign tribes.

The demonic sects thrived on chaos, spreading evil doctrines everywhere, disturbing the rule of the dynasty, and were naturally targeted for purging.

However, like a centipede that refuses to die, the demonic sects would always find a way to resurrect themselves, leading to a long-standing stalemate between the two sides.

“Junior Brother, run!”

Cheng Qingman shouted loudly.

Seeing someone approach earlier had given her hope, but when she saw it was merely an Outer Palace student in the ninth layer of the Body Refinement Realm, her heart sank.

Even though the demonic cultivator had already been severely injured by her, someone at the ninth layer of Body Refinement couldn’t possibly handle him.

“Run? We’ll die together!”

The Inner Palace disciple rushed at Luo Mu.

For someone in the ninth layer of Body Refinement, he could easily kill him with one palm.

True Aperture Realm… Luo Mu felt as though his blood was boiling.

Perhaps it was because his skill had boosted his courage.

His mastery of the sword gave him confidence, and at that moment, he wasn’t afraid.

He had only one thought in mind: Strike!

With that in mind, Luo Mu threw down the package and drew his sword.

“Ridiculous!”

The Inner Palace disciple nearly laughed out loud upon seeing Luo Mu draw his sword instead of running.

But the next moment, his laughter froze, replaced by shock and fear.

“Absolute Death!”

Boom!

A ten-meter-long grey sword light slashed through the air, slicing the air apart and heading straight for the disciple.

The Inner Palace disciple instinctively raised his sword to block, but—

Crack!

The blade shattered instantly, and the sword light sliced into his shoulder.

“Ah!”

He screamed as his right arm flew off, blood gushing like a fountain.

Even though he was a True Aperture Realm martial artist, he instinctively dodged, so only his right arm was severed.

“What sword technique is this?!”

Blood dripped from the Inner Palace disciple’s mouth as he stared at Luo Mu in disbelief.

How could a mere ninth-layer Body Refinement cultivator possess such a powerful sword technique?

It was strong enough to threaten, even kill, a newly ascended True Aperture Realm martial artist.

Even if he hadn’t been injured, his chances of winning against such a technique would have been low—let alone now.

Luo Mu didn’t respond. Or rather, he didn’t bother to respond.

He kicked off, charging toward the disciple.

The Inner Palace disciple was in a terrible state. This was the perfect time to strike a man while he was down—any wasted words would just squander the opportunity!

“You!”

The disciple was both shocked and enraged.

How had the tables turned so quickly?

He, the hunter, had now become the prey!

And his opponent was merely a ninth-layer Body Refinement cultivator!

“Absolute Death!”

The sword light was sharp and relentless, slicing through the air like snow.

In the past half-month, Luo Mu’s combat experience had grown considerably, and his use of the sword had become more precise and ruthless.

Each strike aimed for a vital point.

The Inner Palace disciple continued to retreat, his body accumulating more wounds.

The thick aura of death infiltrated his body, consuming his life force with every passing moment.

Given enough time, he would only grow weaker and weaker.

“Die!”

Suddenly, the disciple’s expression turned vicious.

He spat a mouthful of pitch-black blood at Luo Mu.

But Luo Mu had been on guard the entire time. He tilted his head, dodging the attack, and closed in.

With one swift motion, he drove his sword into the disciple’s mouth, piercing through the back of his head.

Ssszzz…

The blood that spilled onto the ground immediately corroded a large patch of grass, releasing a foul stench.

In one of his miscellaneous classes, the teachers had specifically mentioned the common methods used by demonic cultivators:

The first was ambush,

The second, poison.

And… Poisoning was the most common.

Every part of their body could be infused with poison, even their saliva could be lethal.

“Being cautious really paid off,” Luo Mu let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

It seemed his earlier judgment was correct.

Mastery of his sword technique indeed allowed him to contend with a newly ascended True Aperture Realm martial artist.

No—he had underestimated himself.

Even if the disciple had been uninjured, he could have killed him!

But if it were a True Aperture Realm martial artist above the third layer, that might be a different story.

With these thoughts in mind, Luo Mu prepared to sheath his sword, but it had broken in two.

The sword that had accompanied him for over half a month had finally reached its limit.

He tossed away the handle and turned to look at the woman.

Cheng Qingman swore she had never encountered anything so absurd in her life.

An Outer Palace ninth-layer Body Refinement disciple had actually slain a True Aperture Realm Inner Palace disciple!

Even though the Inner Palace disciple had been injured, no one at the ninth layer of Body Refinement should be able to stand a chance against him.

Yet, the reality was staring her in the face.

“Am I hallucinating?” Cheng Qingman’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Hearing this, Cheng Qingman snapped out of her daze.

She saw the Outer Palace disciple standing a short distance away, hesitating whether to approach.

“Don’t worry, this poison isn’t contagious,” Cheng Qingman reassured him, fully aware of the poison’s nature as the one affected by it.

At the same time, a strange sense of disappointment welled up in her.

In the Inner Palace, she had always been admired as a beauty, with countless people trying to get close to her.

Yet now, it seemed she was being avoided.

“That’s good to hear,” Luo Mu nodded, then calmly stepped on the Inner Palace disciple’s neck and snapped it.

He took out a cloth and wrapped the head, “I hope Senior Sister can vouch for me in this matter.”

The head of a demonic sect traitor was worth a lot.

It would probably earn him many contribution points.

Watching this scene, Cheng Qingman’s eye twitched. This junior brother seemed a bit ruthless.

“Of course, and thank you, Junior Brother, for saving me. Otherwise, I would have surely died at this villain’s hands!”

Cheng Qingman took a deep breath and sincerely promised, “When we return, I’ll reward you generously!”

“That’s very kind of you.”

At the mention of a generous reward, a smile immediately appeared on Luo Mu’s face.

He was in desperate need of cultivation resources right now.

And judging by the woman’s Inner Palace attire and her impressive strength, she was probably quite wealthy.

“Let’s go.”

Luo Mu stepped closer and helped the woman up.

Cheng Qingman was left speechless.

At some point, Luo Mu had put on a pair of gloves, clearly not wanting any direct contact with her.

Isn’t this a bit too cautious?

“Better safe than sorry,” Luo Mu said with a smile.

“True,” Cheng Qingman could only manage a forced smile.