My Disciples Are All Villains - Chapter 784

“So, you’re here to look for trouble?” The disciple was shocked.

Tian Buji and Yao Qingquan turned to look at Sikong Beichen and Lu Zhou who were still on board the flying chariot.

The two of them did not answer.

At this moment, Yu Shangrong smiled faintly and said, “My apologies, that’s indeed why we’re here.”

“…”

Nobody expected such a direct answer.

Not even the Ninth Temple, who was feared by everyone in the cultivation world, was as forthright as this when they carried out their business.

However, this was rather thrilling; there was no beating around the bush.

The disciple’s expression changed as he waved to the others behind him. “Kindly wait here. I’ll notify the sect master of this.”

“Wait.”

The disciple was taken aback.

Yu Shangrong turned around and cupped his fists at his master. “Master, shall I deal with these trivial matters?”

“Go.”

Yu Shangrong nodded slightly and flew out.

Sikong Beichen asked, “Brother Lu, you have so much trust and confidence in your disciples? Aren’t you worried they might go overboard?”

“This is the Evil Sky Pavilion’s style,” Lu Zhou said as he stroked his beard, “They are my disciples after all…” After a brief pause, he looked at his other disciples and loudly said, “Go on. I’ll hold the sky up if it falls.”

“…”

It seemed like these words were the source of the Evil Sky Pavilion disciples’ confidence.

…

Yu Shangrong flew in front of Tian Buji and Yao Qingquan. He looked at the disciples of Cloud Mountain and said, “Since we’re here to look for trouble, why do you need to notify the others? Lead the way.”

“You…”

Zing!

Yu Shangrong’s Longevity Sword left its scabbard.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

He controlled the Longevity Sword with pure Primal Qi.

The sword glinted coldly under the sunlight as it flew around the group of Cloud Mountain disciples before it returned to its scabbard. With this, those disciples’ hair was chopped off.

“Lead the way.”

The disciples of the Twelve Sects were so frightened that they immediately did as they were told.

The flying chariot followed the disciples toward the main peak.

Meanwhile, the disciples on the cloud platform were puzzled when they saw the huge chariot enter the Twelve Sects’ barrier. They instantly flew up and surrounded the flying chariot.

Yu Shangrong, Tian Buji, and Yao Qingquan returned to the flying chariot.

The others were filled with awe when they saw this.

This was especially true for Tian Buji and Yao Qingquan. They wondered how long they could enjoy this feeling of power and bullying others.

Yao Qingquan was one of Ninth Temple’s First Seats, and he was seldom bullied in the past. However, Tian Buji was different. The Thousand Willow Monastery had always been belittled by others and was often the target of bullying and ridicule. Indeed, they had wished they could behave as domineeringly as the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Many disciples flew toward the cloud platform near the main peak’s hall.

One elder hurried into the hall and said, “Sect Master, the Ninth Temple’s flying chariot entered our barrier.”

Nie Qingyun frowned deeply. He got up and hurried out of the hall. “Outrageous!” With a blur of movements, he appeared 10 meters in the air in front of the hall.

12 grey-robed elders gathered behind Nie Qingyun. They looked at the flying chariot that was slowly landing.

Nie Qingyun projected his voice and said, “Sikong Beichen, you’re really bold.”

“Nie Qingyun, I came to your territory, and yet, you’re acting like a tortoise hiding in its own shell?” A voice rang from the flying chariot.

These words, naturally, angered the disciples of the Twelve Sects of Cloud Mountain.

Nie Qingyun waved his arm. The 12 Elders behind him took flight at once and made their way to the flying chariot.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side of Cloud Mountain.

Ye Zhen was seated in a small flying chariot.

Jiang Xiaosheng bowed and said, “Master, they’re going to start fighting soon.”

“Very good.”

“Your tactic has truly widened my horizons, master. No matter how the three parties move next, you’ll still reap the benefits,” Jiang Xiaosheng said.

“It’s nothing to be proud of. Weakening your opponent’s forces without a battle has always been a good strategy. However, I didn’t expect this Old Man Lu to actually show up…” Ye Zhen said.

“Should we seize the chance and send our man to annihilate the Thousand Willow Monastery?”

“No need,” Ye Zhen said slowly, “First, the ones left in the Thousand Willow Monastery are small fries. Second, I’d still like to work with this elite with the surname Lu. Third, since they’re bold enough to come, I’d like to reap the benefits of the fisherman if I can. This way I can also annihilate the Thousand Willow Monastery…”

“That’s brilliant, master! I’m enlightened.”

…

The elders of the Twelve Sects of Cloud Mountain flew up with their palm seals at the ready.

“Scram.” A thunderous sound technique rang in the air when the elders drew close. It rippled out and down from the flying chariot.

The 12 elders felt as though they had been struck by lightning. They plummeted as their blood essence surged, causing colors to drain from their faces.

Nie Qingyun scowled. He looked at the flying chariot in confusion. ‘Since when did Sikong Beichen master such a powerful sound technique?’ Although it was not difficult for a Ten-leaf cultivator to repel his elders, it should not be so easy.

Sikong Beichen’s voice rang in the air at this moment. “Nie Qingyun, although you’ve taunted me with your words, I won’t hold it against you. However, do you think you can bear the consequences of offending Brother Lu?”

“Brother Lu?” Nie Qingyun was further confused. At this moment, he saw an old man with the aura of an immortal flying out of the flying chariot with Sikong Beichen. He saw a saber user, a swordsman, and two young girls behind the two old men. Soon after, the others from the flying chariot followed suit as well.

They drew level with Nie Qingyun.

Nie Qingyun had a long history with Sikong Beichen. Therefore, he was familiar with all nine First Seats. When he saw the group before him, he discovered, apart from Yao Qingquan and Zhao Jianghe, the others were strangers to him. As a Ten-leaf cultivator, he immediately sensed the extraordinary aura of the old man next to Sikong Beichen. He immediately cupped his fists and asked, “You are, sir?”

Lu Zhou did not answer Nie Qingyun. Instead, he asked, “Where’s Ye Zhen?”

“Ye Zhen isn’t here yet. If you’re looking for him, Old Mister, you should visit the Flying Star House.” Nie Qingyun could sense hostility from the old man. Surely the old man was not simple if Sikong Beichen accompanied him here.

“You’ll do.” Lu Zhou placed one hand on his back. He stroked his beard and said, “I don’t like beating around the bush. Do you understand me?”

“…”

This tone, this mannerism, this bearing…

The elders and disciples of the Twelve Sects of Cloud Mountain were angered by Lu Zhou who seemed to be reprimanding their sect master.

The elders of the Twelve Sects of Cloud Mountain took flight again. They were about to speak when Nie Qingyun raised a hand and said gruffly, “Stand down.”

“Sect Master!”

“I said stand down. Are my orders meaningless now?” There was a reason Nie Qingyun was the sect master.

The 12 elders retreated, still wary.

Nie Qingyun saw the smile in Sikong Beichen’s eyes. He kept his calm as he cupped his hands and asked, “Old Mister, are you here for Ye Zhen?”

“Ye Zhen has invited me here for a conversation. Are you unaware of that?” Lu Zhou asked.

Nie Qingyun scowled and said, “I really am unaware of this matter.”

Xia Changqiu said, “Xie Xuan led many disciples in an attempt to annihilate the Thousand Willow Monastery. How do you explain that?”

Nie Qingyun frowned upon hearing these words. He asked gruffly, “Who are you?”

“Master of the Thousand Willow Monastery, Xia Changqiu,” Xia Changqiu said with a hint of pride. It felt good to be supported by a powerful person.

One of the elders at the side sneered and said, “So, you’re that weak monastery master… You have no place to interrupt while the sect master is speaking.”

The Thousand Willow Monastery was too weak; anyone could make fun of it.

In a world where it was the survival of the fittest, how could anyone be free of this concept that had been around since time immemorial?