Chapter 220 - - 218 Golden Core completed_1

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After rummaging through over a dozen people without finding a single Spirit Stone, Duge had no choice but to stop in his tracks as the Dean caught up with him, holding onto half of the Dean’s arm and threatening him leisurely.

Dozens of the Supervisory Academy’s silk-robed Cultivators surrounded Duge. Watching him twist their Dean’s fingers, they hesitated, none daring to charge forward.

Among them.

There were more than ten disheveled individuals glaring furiously at Duge, but their eyes betrayed a hint of fear. They were all at the Foundation Establishment Stage and had been stripped clean by Duge in an instant; it would have been too easy for Wang Chong to take their lives.

The most critical question was, how had this guy dismembered the Dean’s arm?

In mid-air.

With a sullen face, the Dean was seeking an opportunity to take down Duge while also saving his own arm. Against a common Foundation Establishment cultivator, he could have severed Duge’s arm with two slashes of Sword Qi before the other had a chance to react.

But now, he didn’t dare gamble.

Wang Chong below, with a speed almost equal to his own.

Wang Chong’s Cultivation Technique was concentrated in his hands. Once his arm was destroyed, even if he learned that technique, it would be greatly diminished.

“As expected, it’s an Evil Demon’s possession,” the Dean didn’t want to reveal his selfish desires. He stared at Duge below and spoke solemnly, “To slay those who possess others is the duty of the Supervisory Academy. Sacrificing half an arm is nothing to speak of!”

“The Dean is indeed righteous.” Duge suddenly stepped on the big toe he had thrown onto the ground, smiled, and said, “Then I suppose the Dean wouldn’t mind if I crush this finger.”

“Stop!” The Dean’s face changed abruptly.

“You should say ’lift your foot’ instead.” Duge chuckled, lifting his foot to reveal the big toe beneath, “Don’t worry, it’s still intact!”

“Return my arm to me, and I’ll let you leave,” the Dean inhaled deeply and said.

“You’re bluffing. I’m at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and you’re at the Golden Core Stage. If I start running, you’ll catch up and chop me down. To whom would I complain?” Duge rolled his eyes at him, showing no sincerity whatsoever.

“What do you want?” the Dean asked.

“Give me several dozen Spirit Stones to break through to the Golden Core Stage. You can fly, and I will also be able to fly. Then, I’ll return your arm to you, and we can go our separate ways in peace. How about that?” Duge proposed.

“How can I trust you?” the Dean asked.

“Dean, you don’t trust me, and I don’t trust you, so why not come down here and let’s talk properly?” Duge looked up at the sky, “Honestly, your condescending attitude really annoys me, and when I’m annoyed…”

Crack!

Another finger was snapped off by Duge and thrown to the ground.

The members of the Supervisory Academy exclaimed in shock.

The Dean’s pupils shrank sharply, “Wang Chong, do you realize what you’re doing? If you destroy my arm, I will fight you to the death.”

Duge had already placed his hand on the Dean’s middle finger and smiled, “Come down and talk!”

Having inhaled deeply, the Dean descended from his flying sword and stood opposite Duge. Staring at the arm that had lost two fingers, his eyes looked murderous. He’d never imagined that one day he’d be at a loss facing a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

“Come here, let me touch it.” Duge looked at the Dean and raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Whoosh!

All the Cultivators of the Supervisory Academy stood frozen in place, looking at Duge with a sudden change to odd expressions.

“Wang Chong, don’t go too far,” a vein of ferocity flashed in the Dean’s eyes, “You want Spirit Stones? I can give you Spirit Stones, but only if you return my arm first. Otherwise, even if it costs me my arm, I will kill you right here.”

“I know you can kill me. However, Dean, losing half an arm and getting nothing in return, just to kill me - are you willing to accept that?” Duge looked at the Dean and shook his head, “Don’t you think that’s a loss?”

“…” The Dean held his breath.

“I suppose most of the Supervisory Academy still doesn’t know about the Sky Mist Valley incident, right?” Duge sighed, “Since you tricked me from the Seven Star Gate, I assume the people of Sky Mist Valley have already been silenced by you…”

Xu Heming, being restrained by the silk-robed Cultivators, jolted violently and looked at the Dean, his eyes marked with horror.

Frowning, the Dean said, “Stop speaking nonsense and trying to sow discord. I’m not as filthy as you think.”

“Really? Then you’re just as kind as I am, we’re two of a kind!” Duge laughed, “If the people of Sky Mist Valley are alive, what happened there will eventually get out. If you kill me here at the Supervisory Academy and the news from the valley gets out later, what do you think will happen?”

The Dean gazed at Duge, his face shifting unpredictably.

“Will the people above not blame you?” Duge said, “Privately, you lost an arm and didn’t gain any advantage; publically, you’re likely to be punished and even lose your position as Dean. After causing such a fuss, why go through all this trouble?”

“Shut up,” the Dean shouted again.

Listening to the cryptic dialogue between the two, the cultivators of the Supervisory Academy looked perplexed, having no idea what had happened, but they faintly felt that their Dean seemed to be at the other’s mercy.

“Wang Chong, your junior brothers and sisters are in my hands. Return the Dean’s arm, or I’ll kill them,” the brocade-clothed cultivator’s knife rested on the seventh junior brother’s neck, and another cultivator’s knife was on the little junior sister’s neck.

“Senior brother, save me,” the seventh junior brother said in panic.

“Senior brother, don’t mind us, the seventh junior brother has betrayed us,” the little junior sister cried out, “You run, the farther the better…”

When Duge saw the captured seventh junior brother and little junior sister, he was startled for a moment and furrowed his brow, then quickly shifted his gaze away from them and shook his head with a smile, “Are you an idiot? I told you I’m a body snatcher. I’m not familiar with them, so why threaten me with them?”

The Dean keenly caught the change in Duge’s expression, flashed to the little junior sister’s side, and grabbed her throat, laughing, “Wang Chong, in Sky Mist Valley, I heard you always protect your little junior brother. At first, I didn’t want to believe it, but now, I do. Give me back my arm, and I’ll spare their lives.”

“Third senior brother, don’t mind me… Mmph!” The little junior sister spoke with righteous indignation, but her speech was cut off halfway as the Dean grabbed her throat, leaving her struggling to speak.

“I said I’m a body snatcher.” Duge didn’t even glance at the little junior sister he was holding, the corner of his eye spared a relieved look toward the seventh junior brother.

“So it was him.” The Dean laughed, tossed the little junior sister aside, and then grabbed the little junior brother’s neck, “I didn’t realize your taste was so unique…”

Before he could finish, the seventh junior brother suddenly reached out, disregarding his own neck, lifted his hand at top speed, and covered the Dean’s eyes, “Senior brother…”

A figure flashed by.

With his vision blocked, the Dean was suddenly taken aback, and in the next instant, his grip loosened, and he lost sensation in his remaining hand.

Realizing something was wrong, he used his spiritual power to fling the seventh junior brother away and leapt up, but before he could ascend, he felt his body tightly constricted and his internal spiritual power rapidly leaking out.

It was Duge, who in a very annoying manner, had firmly locked himself onto him.

The Dean responded swiftly, controlling his flying sword with spiritual power, slashing toward Duge’s hand that clung to him.

At the same time, an overwhelming surge of spiritual power burst forth from his body, slamming into Duge who was entwined around him.

Accompanied by a dull sound, Duge’s body emitted a noise of bones breaking, and a mouthful of fresh blood was immediately sprayed out.

The flying sword arrived in an instant.

Duge hastily moved his hand to dodge the flying sword.

Another slash, another dodge!

But no matter how severe the physical damage he suffered, he always kept one hand on the Dean’s body.

And as Duge’s hand continuously moved away from the Dean’s body to dodge the flying sword, the Dean’s neatly dressed robes were all flung off by him.

Everyone around was astonished.

“Dean, if you take off anything more, it will be your head,” Duge’s voice timely rang in the Dean’s ear.

The flying sword abruptly stopped, hovering at Duge’s back heart area.

Feeling his inner spiritual power rapidly diminishing, the Dean’s expression twisted with struggle, “Kill me, and you will no longer have a place in Yan Country.”

“Release the Dean, or I’ll kill him,” the brocade-clothed cultivator’s knife was once again on the seventh junior brother’s neck, burning with rage from being deceived by him, he was itching to slit the severely injured and unconscious seventh junior brother in two.

“Just now it was an arm, now the whole Dean is in my hands, who do you think has the more valuable hostage?” Duge glanced at him with disdain and said.

“Let him go,” the Dean glared at his own subordinate and mentally cursed the idiot. If it weren’t for his meddling, the Dean wouldn’t have ended up in this predicament.

The brocade-clothed cultivator sheepishly moved the long knife away.

The little junior sister stared blankly at the unconscious seventh junior brother, streaming with tears, unable to utter a single word.

She hated herself for being so stupid. Why didn’t she see through the seventh junior brother’s strategy?

The Dean had grabbed her first; how did she not think to create an opportunity for the third senior brother…

With a great amount of spiritual power infused from the Dean’s meridians, Duge felt a Golden Core transforming from illusory to solid within his Dantian, gradually taking shape, and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, “I’ve made it!”

His cultivation of the little junior brother had not been in vain!

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