Chapter 264: 263 You Did It on Purpose??

The strength of this skill isn't high, but its practical combat value is decent.

Besides being great for bullying weaklings and showing off, its sheer volume also lets it be used to restrain opponents in battle.

After all, it launches hundreds of billions of Shura Stars from all angles; even a superhuman with a super brain at the same cultivation level needs some time to deal with such an onslaught.

In short, if Wang Wu were to rate this skill, he'd say it's useful, beloved, and should be used a lot.

This was Wang Wu's first use of the skill after learning it; as for the result, it was obviously excellent—about seventy percent of the planet's population died beneath the Shura Stars.

That figure sounds pretty high, after all… never mind how many people it was.

But for Wang Wu, this is actually a very routine occurrence.

Because he had already done this kind of thing several times before.

Of course, whether teaming up with Xuan Youzi or with others, each time they carry out the mission they inevitably miss a few, sometimes more, sometimes fewer.

But it's all within the sect's permitted range, so it doesn't affect them.

Whether they kill everyone or spare some, either choice won't affect the final rating.

Xuan Youzi usually teams up with Wang Wu, which is obviously abnormal since Wang Wu is typically the weakest in her squad.

But after seeing some of Wang Wu's abilities and his outstanding performance in certain situations, she has no qualms about this back‑door junior brother.

At least on each mission he truly doesn't hold the team back; he might even earn the first merit.

His combat power may indeed be lacking, but his utility is maxed out.

Especially his intuition—though its basis is unclear, it's frighteningly accurate.

No matter the situation, no matter the ruse or concealment, it basically can't escape his eyes.

Sometimes they even assist high‑rank cultivators in the sect with missions, and lies that even those cultivators can't spot are easily exposed by Wang Wu.

"I think there's something wrong."

"Where's the problem?"

"I don't know, it just feels off."

That's basically the dialogue, and following Wang Wu's intuition and the leads he gives, each investigation hits the mark.

His ability in this area is truly god‑defying.

Aside from being clumsy at killing and occasionally missing a few, there's basically no issue.

But regarding such matters, Xuan Youzi simply attributes them to the other party's malicious intent and doesn't overthink it.

Just like this time.

Whenever she teams up with Wang Wu, she's the strongest in the party, naturally the leader.

But she's quite accommodating of her teammates' behavior.

If she were the one doing it, she'd spare no one.

Xuan Youzi is that kind of cultivator; she adheres to "eradicate all evil." Whether you subjectively commit a sin or not, if the evil is objectively linked to you, you deserve death.

Among these people, there are certainly some good ones, perhaps even the most noble.

But objectively, their survival rests on countless others dying because of them. So they should die.

That's Xuan Youzi's view.

As for Wang Wu, he doesn't care; he acts on whim, with a clear mind. In a sense, he and Xuan Youzi are of the same ilk.

He trusts his own code; what others think doesn't matter.

Wang Wu keeps those he likes and kills those he doesn't.

Xuan Youzi sticks to her own code, killing those she deems deserving and saving those she deems worthy.

"Finished killing."

When countless Shura Stars burst and a rain of death fell on the planet, amid a sea of corpses and blood, Wang Wu clapped his hands, glanced at the bewildered person among the piles of bodies, and then said to Xuan Youzi:

"If it's done, let's leave."

Xuan Youzi didn't go for a finishing blow, just as before. When she's on a mission with Wang Wu, if he hasn't cleaned up the bodies, she won't finish them either.

This planet was used by officials to await rescue from the main sect; it used to be a port world with few permanent residents, designated for refugees in emergencies.

Now, the original refugees are all but extinct, and the whole planet has become an endless furnace.

As for their future fate, since the execution‑responsible cultivators chose to spare them, the mistakes they committed are effectively erased.

Of course, erasure isn't total, but at least the death sentence is lifted.

The life‑sentence, however, means that for generations to come, they and their descendants will forever remain commoners, completely barred from official posts.

Their family assets cannot exceed a certain amount; any excess is immediately confiscated, leaving only the allowed portion.

This is the punishment they will face from now on.

After the senior cultivators from the Jade Mist Sect finished handling matters here, they left quickly, just as they arrived, without any extra contact with the locals.

Whether killing or rescuing, they merely executed the sect's orders, injecting no personal feelings and having no interaction with the locals.

They came like the wind and left like the wind.

"Wang…"

On the return‑trip spaceship.

Once again, without knocking or notifying anyone, Xuan Youzi instantly teleported into Wang Wu's room.

Then, as Wang Wu ranted furiously, her figure had already vanished from the room.

Several hours later.

"You motherf***er, did you do this on purpose???"

In Xuan Youzi's room, a furious Wang Wu stormed in, pointing at her sharp nose and shouting:

"You motherf***er, how many times is this? Tell me! How many times??"

"You act like a breeding pig, spending at least half the twelve‑hour day doing that thing. What am I supposed to do??"

Hearing Wang Wu's angry tirade, Xuan Youzi lifted an eyebrow slightly and asked back.

"You motherf***, what's a breeding pig? So what if it's a breeding pig? Do you look down on pigs? And you motherf***, every time you come in you get all flushed, are you addicted??"

"Stop spewing blood‑filled accusations!!!"

Inside the room, Xuan Qingzi stared at the raging Wang Wu, then looked toward the senior sister who, for some reason, seemed both fierce and timid, feeling as if his heart had been tugged.

(End of chapter)