Chapter 196 - - 196 Ultimate Robbery_1

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In the dead of night.

Having absorbed the Yellow Dragon Pill, Duge felt the spiritual power within his body increase by at least one tenth.

Yet, by the standards of the Cultivation World’s realms, he was still in the middle stage of the Qi Refinement Realm, with Foundation Establishment remaining a distant dream.

Without the chief cultivation technique, their master had practiced for over thirty years but was merely at the peak of the Qi Refinement Realm.

Without the chief cultivation technique, or changing to a different one, the peak of Seven Star Gate’s cultivation would remain at the Qi Refinement Realm.

For the Sect Leader to only be at the Qi Refinement Realm after so many years, and yet for the sect to only now draw coveting eyes, was indeed a miracle in the Cultivation World.

Lacking the support of elixirs and relying solely on absorbing the spiritual energy freely floating in the air, the speed of his cultivation suddenly became as slow as a snail’s.

Used to the rapid surge of attributes, Duge clearly couldn’t stand this method of cultivation and naturally stopped, stealthily slipping out of the training room to research his advanced skills outside.

Plucking Feathers in Passing: Any target that passes through your hands will undoubtedly have something taken by you.

Does the target have to be a human?

You see, when he first awakened this skill, he had snatched the tail feather from a chicken…

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The quiet Seven Star Gate deep in the night.

The new Sect Leader Duge stood under the wutong tree in the courtyard, reaching his hand towards the trunk, then swiftly withdrew it.

The next instant.

A leaf abruptly appeared in the palm of his hand.

Then.

He leapt onto the tree, reaching for a branch.

Crack!

A crisp snap.

The entire branch fell into his palm, and he hadn’t even exerted any strength.

A smile crossed Duge’s lips.

Indeed.

His thoughts were correct, robbery was irrational.

If he decided he wanted a particular part, that’s the part he would take. If a Nascent Soul Stage big shot had their head touched by him, the head would be plucked off…

Unfortunately, plundering a wutong tree only led to a negligible increase in his attributes.

Right.

If plundering a tree without thoughts could make his attributes skyrocket, the keyword would be far too cheap, and the audience of Pan-Universe Entertainment wouldn’t be pleased to watch!

Now, he had pulled down a branch.

What would he get if he continued to plunder the branch?

Sawdust?

Or cells?

If he didn’t stop and randomly laid hands on the same target, would he end up stripping all its organs clean?

Duge was pondering the development and utilization of his skill up in the tree.

Suddenly.

Under the moonlight.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh…

Seven shadows leapt over the wall and entered.

Once inside.

The seven swiftly split up.

Four dashed towards the room belonging to them and the seventh disciple, two rushed towards the little junior sister’s room, and one headed straight for the residence of the eldest disciple in the rear hall…

Shit!

They couldn’t wait and launched an attack!

With such clearly defined tasks, there was an eight or nine out of ten chance that the second senior brother and fifth junior brother who had fled had been caught by them, and perhaps they had already been killed. Before dying, they likely betrayed the situation at Seven Star Gate!

Truly a sect beset by constant disaster…

If not for his soul-transmigration, by tonight the sect would most likely have been erased from the annals of history.

The intruders’ movements were smooth, similar to his master’s from his memories, but they probably couldn’t compare to his master.

Otherwise.

His master wouldn’t have fled back to the sect, only to die again.

Theoretically, Duge was not a match for these people at his current strength, but with the keyword at his side, he had no intention of being low-key and certainly wouldn’t pass up these experience-rich targets.

Besides, he couldn’t bear to see the recently inherited sect reduced to just him, a commander without a battalion.

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Righteousness compelled him.

Duge suddenly pounced down from the tree, aiming for the solitary figure – this person was going alone to kill the deranged eldest disciple and was likely the weakest of the seven.

Picking on the weaker ones was definitely the right move.

That person was single-mindedly intent on killing the eldest disciple and hadn’t the slightest expectation of being ambushed from behind.

By the time he realized it, it was too late.

Duge, who had lunged from above, had already grasped his hair bun; “Hand it over!”

Afterward.

He felt a chill on his scalp and a shock in his heart, his body followed his sword as it swiftly pointed at Duge.

Duge dodged nimbly, looking at the glistening bald head opposite him, he muttered to himself about the bad fortune. It was a pity he had grabbed the man’s hair bun and not plucked his head clean off!

Looking at the shiny bald head, Duge curled his lip – true Plucking Feathers in Passing, the ultimate depilation technique!

He raised his hand and threw a bunch of disheveled hair toward the opponent’s face.

Taking advantage of the opponent’s moment of evasion, Duge took a deep breath and gathered all his spiritual power, “This mountain is mine to open, this tree is mine to plant, if you want to pass through my door, leave your life behind.”

While speaking.

Duge’s figure turned, reaching for the hand that held the sword.

Snatching the sword was too dangerous, but if he could just touch the hand, he could grab the arm instead.

But the man was quick to react. Though his eyes were covered by hair, he located Duge by sound, retracted his wrist, and the longsword flicked upward, sweeping from below in an arc that could split Duge open if it connected.

Duge had no choice but to dodge again; fortunately, although he hadn’t touched the man’s wrist, his fingers had hooked onto his outer robe.

With the movement, the outer robe came off, revealing a white sweatshirt underneath.

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Duge’s warning voice carried far and wide, startling everyone at the Seven Star Gate.

Not shying away from a powerful enemy, knowingly outmatched, yet daring to take risks, such noble self-sacrifice for the sake of others naturally won Duge a great deal of attribute enhancement.

The sneak attack failed.

The other two groups, annoyed, turned back, planning to dispose of this troublemaker first.

But when they saw the person in a sweaty shirt with a shiny bald head fighting Duge, they all involuntarily froze in place.

Who was this masked, bald person?

Did they have someone like this among them?

He looked like the junior disciple, but the junior had hair!

“Third senior brother!”

Two cries of surprise, both the junior sister and the seventh disciple burst out of the room almost simultaneously, rushed towards Duge without any agreements to back him up.

“Third junior brother, you must be suffering, it’s the eldest brother who has failed you, hang in there, you must hold on, wait until your eldest brother recovers…” The eldest disciple in the rear palace clenched his fists, hot tears rolling down his cheeks, silently providing Duge with attribute value.

Not knowing whether it was his nobility that was enhancing his attributes, or the fact he was stealing them from a peer, Duge felt an overwhelming surge of confidence, and even risked harming himself to slap towards the opponent’s sword blade.

In the midst of battle.

His coat suddenly being stripped away, the other person was also somewhat baffled, failing to understand what kind of fighting technique this was?

But seeing his opponent daring to slap his sword blade, he subconsciously twisted the longsword sideways, aiming to slice the palm of Duge’s hand with the blade’s edge.

But in the very next instant, his hand felt empty, as the longsword had already fallen into his opponent’s grasp.

Fuck!

What kind of technique was that?

The man was completely flabbergasted.

Was this a Foundation Establishment Stage big shot?

Hadn’t they said there were only three worthless disciples left in the sect, and a half-crippled eldest brother?

Where did this expert who could snatch swords barehanded come from?

While he was stunned.

Duge was certainly not stunned; perhaps because his opponent was stronger, stealing from him had rapidly increased his attributes. No longer aiming to twist the man’s head off, Duge threw away the longsword he had in his hand and lunged forward to grab his clothing.

Who cares about targeting specifics?

Just touch and go.

Whatever I can grab, I grab!

To rob someone, of course, you have to take everything, squeezing out all their value…

Faced with a Foundation Establishment big shot, the man was terrified, dodging repeatedly to avoid vital points.

But he didn’t know that Duge had changed his mind by then; he wasn’t thinking of killing him, only of stealing from him to increase his attributes.

A touch was all it took.

Sweatshirt, money pouch, elixir bottles, socks, shoes, face mask…

In the blink of an eye, Duge had robbed the man clean, not even leaving him a single undergarment.

In the end, the junior disciple was stark naked, feeling a cool breeze on his skin, almost ready to cry - he didn’t know whether to cover himself or continue fighting.

There’s a limit to killing, but how could Foundation Establishment be so humiliating?

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“It really is the junior disciple.”

The moment the face mask was pulled off.

The others finally snapped out of it and rushed together at Duge, to save their humiliated junior disciple.

Their assumptions led the way.

Not having personally experienced the terror of “Plucking Feathers in Passing,” they did not believe there could be a Foundation Establishment expert within the Seven Star Gate.

Moreover.

Even if there were a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, the six of them together could still take him down.

After having looted someone stronger than himself, Duge, with his attributes significantly enhanced and confidence soaring, brandished the longsword and faced the six people, “Don’t be hurried, not one of you will escape.”

Keywords possessed the best healing effects; as long as one was not dead on the spot, aligning actions with keywords no matter the severity of the wounds would allow for rapid recovery.

So what was there to fear?

Seizing an opportunity, Duge charged at a sword thrusting towards his left lung, and as the longsword pierced into his body, his hand had already reached out to touch the blade, snatching the sword from the opponent.

The joy of the man who had stabbed Duge instantly froze on his face, while Duge simply dropped the two longswords he held and with both hands outstretched, charged body-first.

Not seeking to harm the enemy.

But seeking to touch the enemy so that with each touch, attributes would burst forth; his hands nearly left afterimages on the man’s body in their efficient plunder.

In the span of two breaths.

This guy had been stripped clean by Duge, just like the junior disciple before him.

Duge even risked being stabbed in the back to reach for his topknot, leaving him with a shaved bald head as well…

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