My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 367 The Right to Converse

The elders of the Luo Sect frowned.

“The Evil Sky Pavilion’s cloud-splitting chariot?”

“Prepare to engage the enemy!”

There was a flurry of activity at once.

The disciples stared at the cloud-splitting chariot intently as though they were facing a great enemy.

“That can’t be right. How did the cloud-splitting chariot manage to get past the barriers?” Shan Yunzheng stepped forward. “It’s strange, indeed… Only core disciples know the correct route through the Formations. How did the Evil Sky Pavilion find out?”

“There’s no time to dwell on that. Are the people from the Tian and Yun Sects here yet?”

One of the disciples answered, “They’re on their way.”

The elders of the Luo Sect looked at the other holy lands. The swirling clouds obscured their visions.

The cloud-splitting chariot had already gone past the barriers and was now inside the holy lands of the Luo Sect.

Seeing this dire situation, someone raised a hand and said, “Prepare the ballistae!”

At this moment, a voice rang from the flying chariot. “I am Lu Ping. Stand down!” His voice resounded in the skies above the holy land.

The Luo Sect disciples exchanged glances. Was Elder Lu the one who led the Evil Sky Pavilion’s flying chariot here?

The other elders were puzzled as well. The letter was from Lu Ping, and the person who led the Evil Sky Pavilion here was also Lu Ping. What was the meaning of this?

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

Primal Qi wrapped around the flying chariot’s body. It changed directions and headed toward the first holy land, which was situated between the first and second peaks. It came to a halt there.

The Three Sects had 20 peaks and ten holy lands. The Yun Sect had three holy lands and six peaks. The Tian Sect also had three holy lands and six peaks. The Luo Sect had four holy lands and eight peaks.

From the quantity alone, it was easy to tell how powerful the Luo Sect was. The additional holy lands owned by the Luo Sect were collectively called the Heaven’s Virtue. It was named by all three sects and was flanked by two peaks. It was on these holy lands that the patriarch of the three sects cultivate in seclusion.

The Evil Sky Pavilion’s cloud-splitting chariot hovered in the air.

Lu Ping turned around to look. He shot Mingshi Yin an imploring look.

Mingshi Yin stepped forward and replaced him to maintain the flying chariot’s altitude. The flying chariot stopped above the first holy land.

Lu Ping was the first one to leap down to the holy land.

The Luo Sect Elders were further puzzled when they saw Lu Ping.

“Elder Lu, what’s the meaning of this?”

Lu Ping hastily gave an account of the series of events that transpired. When Shan Yunzheng heard this, she frowned and said, “The patriarch is still cultivating in seclusion. Isn’t this inappropriate?”.

“That’s what I said.” Lu Ping was helpless.

The two of them had witnessed how powerful the Evil Sky Pavilion was. They dared not behave too arrogantly.

The other elders, on the other hand, were more confident and fearless.

This was the Luo Sect’s first holy land, after all. The core disciples and elders of the Luo Sect were here. They had barriers and Formations at their disposal as well. The Evil Sky Pavilion was, indeed, powerful but that did not mean they had to grovel.

One of the elders rose into the air. “I’m sorry, but the patriarch is currently occupied with his cultivation. He’s not receiving any guests. I request that you return.” His voice resounded across the Luo Sect’s first holy land.

Lu Zhou swept his gaze across the disciples gathered on the holy land and remained silent.

Mingshi Yin got the message. With a clear voice, he said, “My master knows Senior Yun and hasn’t seen him in many years. I hope you’ll pass the message on before making a decision.”

This was the extent of the Evil Sky Pavilion’s courtesy. However, Mingshi Yin was slightly dissatisfied. If he had it his way, he would have jumped down and clobbered them until they were crying for their parents. He sighed inwardly. ‘If only Second Senior Brother were here. He’s more suited to dealing with pleasantries.’

Alas, the elder was persistent. “My apologies. The patriarch has given the order before he went into seclusion. He will not be receiving any guest, regardless of their identities.”

“Hey! I’ve been polite enough! Tell your old man to come out now!” Mingshi Yin was extremely annoyed by the small talk. He could not help but revert to his usual way of speaking. His voice resounded clearly through the holy land.

Those who heard this exchanged glances.

Mingshi Yin felt much better after his outburst. ‘This is how an Evil Sky Pavilion disciple should behave.’ However, when he felt the peculiar way the others were looking at him, he said sheepishly as he scratched his head, “Uh… I couldn’t restrain myself. There’s no need to be polite with this bunch of people! Moreover, we haven’t even settled the score with the Yun Sect!”

Hua Wudao gave him a thumbs-up.

Lu Zhou’s expression was calm as always, and he did not say anything.

Mingshi Yin felt relieved. Silence was equivalent to approval.

The elder who was hovering in midair cupped his fists and said, “Why does the Evil Sky Pavilion act so domineeringly? The Luo Sect has repeatedly sent its members to the Evil Sky Pavilion to apologize. Isn’t that enough?”

“This is a waste of time!”

Whoosh!

Mingshi Yin chucked his Separation Hook out.

With the other bosses behind him, Mingshi Yin was emboldened as he made a brazen move!

The heaven-grade weapon shot out at speed, and a burst of energy appeared!

Boom!

The elder was caught off guard. He unleashed a blast of energy and blocked the Separation Hook. He looked up with a frightful expression as he retreated.

The Separation Hook spun back toward Mingshi Yin’s hand.

With this attack, the Luo Sect disciples and elders on the holy land rose into the air at once. It appeared as though a great battle would break out at any moment.

“No, no, no…” Lu Ping looked close to tears. He frantically waved his arms to stop the others.

The Fourth Elder was displeased by Lu Ping and chided him, “Elder Lu, what are you doing?”

Lu Ping was beside himself with anxiousness. He hastily shouted, “Fools!”

The elders exchanged glances.

Lu Ping was cursing at his own people while defending outsiders? Did he lose his mind?

Lu Ping spoke earnestly, “Listen to me. The people on the flying chariot… They’re not the kind of people we can afford to cross!”

Was it that serious?

Indeed, the Luo Sect did not want to make new enemies, but they did not want to be overly subservient as well.

“The patriarch is still here. Lu Ping, don’t you dare look down on your own sect and put the opponent on a pedestal!” one of the elders said contemptuously.

At this moment, a hoarse voice rang from the flying chariot. “I think that Lu Ping is rather tactful. He’s got a keen sense.”

Leng Luo took a step forward into the air. Although his cultivation base was not completely recovered, he had no problem standing on air.

Leng Luo hovered before the flying chariot. He lowered his altitude slightly and placed his hands on his back. His black garment and silver mask made the others shiver even though it was not cold.

“Is this the Evil Sky Pavilion’s patriarch?” The disciples on the holy land were frightened.

Leng Luo chuckled and said, “You’re not worthy to speak to the pavilion master yet… Let me talk to someone who calls the shots around here.”

Lu Ping quickly made the introductions. “This man was once at the top of the blacklist 300 years ago. Leng Luo.” The elders widened their eyes. When they recalled they were about the attack the group earlier, they felt chills running up their spines and their hands trembled. That was close!’

A figure moved swiftly through the air from the second peak.

It passed through the barriers, the skies, the towering trees of the holy land, and was above the holy land in an instant.

Extreme speed and profound cultivation base. The person’s face was obscured by a thick beard, and his eyes seemed to glow with flames.

The Luo Sect disciples looked at him and cried out, “The Grand Elder is here!”

“Greetings, Grand Elder!”

The disciples bowed.

The bearded middle-aged man in long robes was the Luo Sect’s Grand Elder, Chu Nan.

Chu Nan hovered above the Luo Sect disciples.

The Luo Sect’s first holy land quietened down.

Everyone’s eyes were on Chu Nan now.

Chu Nan’s gaze was full of vigor. He cupped his fists and said, “Luo Sect’s Grand Elder Chu Nan greets Senior Leng.”

Leng Luo said, “Chu Nan? It’s been a century. I see that you’ve become the Grand Elder of the Luo Sect.”

“It’s but a stroke of luck. I heard of the Evil Sky Pavilion’s arrival, but I didn’t think I was worthy to greet the pavilion master,” Chu Nan said.

“Very well,” Leng Luo said curtly in his deep and raspy voice.