Chapter 72 Draining the Spiritual Vein

“Dongfang Xuan Ying… is dead?”

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone felt as if struck by lightning, their minds blank.

Dongfang Xuan Ying was the third young master of the Dongfang family, a figure of noble status—who would dare to kill him?

Moreover, this was the Royal Martial Academy.

Who could have imagined that Jun Wushuang would dare to kill Dongfang Xuan Ying in public?

This… this was simply inconceivable.

“I am a reasonable person. He begged me to kill him, so I merely fulfilled his wish,” Jun Wushuang said, blowing the blood from his blade and sheathing the Asura Demon Blade into his bronze demon ring.

A dog—such a thing, once killed, is done with. Even if he was the third young master of the Dongfang family, he was still only a pedigreed dog.

“You actually killed Dongfang Xuan Ying? You’re finished. You’re as good as dead.”

“How arrogant! How dare you murder one of our Royal Martial Academy’s disciples here? You won’t leave alive today.”

“Boy, you’ve gone too far! This is lawlessness!”

The crowd seethed with outrage.

Curses and denunciations flew from every direction.

“Does anyone else wish to die?” Jun Wushuang’s gaze swept across the crowd, his killing intent cold as ice.

Instantly, the cacophony ceased. None dared to speak further.

If Jun Wushuang could kill Dongfang Xuan Ying with such ease, then the rest of them—mere Yellow Rank disciples—were no match for him.

As for ganging up on him, with the Command of the Marquis of Southern Suppression in his possession, they couldn’t act even if they wanted to.

“Jun Wushuang! How dare you kill my nephew!”

A furious roar, thick with hatred and murderous intent, rang out.

A streak of rainbow light descended from the sky, landing before the crowd.

It was Dongfang Ming, unseen for some time—golden-ranked mentor of the Royal Martial Academy, and Dongfang Xuan Ying’s uncle.

This time, it had been Dongfang Ming’s orders that sent Dongfang Xuan Ying to provoke Jun Wushuang, hoping to incite his anger.

But Dongfang Xuan Ying’s temperament was too poor; a few words from Jun Wushuang were enough to enrage him, leading to his swift death.

“So he’s dead. What can you do about it?” Jun Wushuang replied indifferently, as if he had swatted a bothersome fly.

“You…” Dongfang Ming’s eyes turned blood-red, his aura wild with rage; he wanted to avenge Dongfang Xuan Ying.

But recalling the Command of the Marquis of Southern Suppression, he could only grit his teeth and restrain himself.

“The Royal Martial Academy does not welcome you. Get out!” Dongfang Ming ground his teeth with hatred, bellowing in fury, intent on driving Jun Wushuang away.

Yet Jun Wushuang, hands clasped behind his back, simply pushed through the crowd, heading deeper into the Royal Martial Academy.

“The Royal Martial Academy agreed to compensate me. The four great cultivation grounds are open to me. Today, I’ve come to collect my interest.”

“If you have any objections, go see the Marquis of Southern Suppression!”

The four great cultivation grounds, open to him?

The crowd’s expressions shifted; few were aware of this arrangement.

But seeing Dongfang Ming’s livid face, they knew it must be true.

With a duel of life and death approaching, the four great cultivation grounds were actually being opened to Jun Wushuang.

Wasn’t this aiding the enemy?

Yet, recalling the recent forceful intervention of the Marquis of Southern Suppression, and the severe punishments meted out to Xu Wuyai and others, no one dared voice their anger.

“Jun Wushuang is here—he’s going to the four great cultivation grounds!”

“What? He really dares to come?”

“Damn it! Those grounds are the treasures of our Royal Martial Academy. How can he be allowed to cultivate there?”

As Jun Wushuang ventured deeper, word spread through the Academy.

Tens of thousands of disciples converged from all directions.

Dongfang Ming’s face was ashen as he trailed behind Jun Wushuang.

Though he longed to tear Jun Wushuang to pieces, he dared not act.

Moreover, it was Dongfang Lan herself who had promised the Marquis of Southern Suppression, so he could not prevent Jun Wushuang from entering the four great cultivation grounds.

Dongfang Lan was not only the Academy’s vice-dean, but also Dongfang Wuji’s own sister. By seniority, Dongfang Ming had to address her as “aunt.”

Thus, he dared not interfere.

“So this is the Spirit Vein Grotto?”

Ignoring the hateful stares, Jun Wushuang arrived at one of the four great cultivation grounds—the Spirit Vein Grotto.

The middle-grade spirit vein lay underground, and the grotto was built into the earth accordingly.

Looking around, rows of chambers stood tall.

The Spirit Vein Grotto was built on the first branch of the middle-grade spirit vein, its spiritual energy second only to the main vein within the imperial palace.

The chambers were divided into Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Human ranks, based on their spiritual concentration.

Without hesitation, Jun Wushuang entered Heaven Chamber Number One.

“Damn it, he’s actually gone into Heaven Chamber Number One! That costs a thousand contribution points per day!”

Contribution points in the Royal Martial Academy were immensely valuable.

In terms of spirit stones, a single contribution point equated to ten thousand spirit stones.

Heaven Chamber Number One was the best spot in the grotto; cultivating there for a single day required nearly ten million spirit stones.

Yet Jun Wushuang entered without spending a dime—how could the others not feel indignant?

Their hatred for him deepened yet again.

And this was precisely what Dongfang Ming wanted.

“You little beast. The road to heaven is open, yet you refuse to walk it; the gates of hell are closed, yet you barge through.”

“Since you’ve walked in yourself today, don’t think you’ll leave alive.”

“So what if you have the Command of the Marquis of Southern Suppression? With mass outrage, the Royal Martial Academy has tens of thousands of disciples. Even if we kill you, the law cannot punish us all. There’s nothing the Marquis can do.”

Dongfang Ming sneered coldly in his heart.

Everything was unfolding as he had planned.

The only variable was that Jun Wushuang had dared to kill Dongfang Xuan Ying in public.

But so be it.

The death of Dongfang Xuan Ying would ignite even greater fury among the masses.

The wrath of tens of thousands of disciples would be enough to burn Jun Wushuang to ashes!

Dongfang Ming’s heart was filled with satisfaction.

At this moment, Jun Wushuang was unaware of Dongfang Ming’s schemes.

Yet even if he knew, he would not care.

He and the Royal Martial Academy were already mortal enemies; deepening the hatred a little further was no concern.

“So it really is a middle-grade spirit vein. Pity this is only a branch, not the main vein.”

Inside Heaven Chamber Number One.

As soon as he entered, Jun Wushuang felt the dense, mist-like spiritual energy.

The concentration here was a hundred times that of the outside world.

But for Jun Wushuang, it was unremarkable.

Let alone a middle-grade spirit vein—he had seen his share of divine dragon veins.

“I probably won’t return here. Since that’s the case, I won’t hold back; I’ll drain this branch vein dry!”

Jun Wushuang’s eyes blazed.

Now at the eighth level of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, his Devouring Heaven Demon Art was far stronger than when he was in Jiangning City.

He decided to seize this opportunity to break through to the peak of the ninth level of the Myriad Phenomena Realm.

Then, he would find a way to open his Sea of Consciousness and step into the Divine Sea Realm.

“Devouring Heaven Demon Art!”

Jun Wushuang paid no heed to the tens of thousands of disciples outside.

Sitting cross-legged, he began to circulate the Devouring Heaven Demon Art.

In an instant—

A terrifying devouring force erupted from his body.

Spiritual energy surged in from all directions, devoured by Jun Wushuang.

Outside the Spirit Vein Grotto.

A crowd of onlookers were dumbfounded, witnessing the most astonishing scene of their lives.

The spiritual energy of the entire grotto, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, surged toward Heaven Chamber Number One.

In that moment—

All were struck still in awe.