My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 107: Old Eighth, The Rascal!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lu Zhou waved at Bi An.

The ferocious and terrifying Bi An instantly became extremely docile. It retracted its fangs and lowered its body.

Lu Zhou leaped onto Bi An’s back easily. “Yuan’er.”

“Coming.” Little Yuan’er thought that she would not be allowed on the mount. She hastily leaped on Bi An as well.

At this moment, Mingshi Yin remembered the legendary mount, Whitzard. He said tentatively, “Master... what about us?”

“Bring him with you and fly on your own,” Lu Zhou said indifferently as he pointed at Ding Fanqiu.

“...”

While Mingshi Yin was still stunned by his master’s answer, Lu Zhou ordered Bi An to leave, and Bi An leaped into the air. It did not take long before they disappeared into the horizons like a gust of wind. He was a beat too late as he bowed and replied, “Yes, master. I’ll fly with all my...”

Duanmu Sheng shook his head and said, “Don’t look at me... I’m flying on my own as well.”

“Third Senior Brother, that’s not what I meant... Your strength and cultivation base are better than mine, and you’re faster. So, you should bring this fellow along. That way we won’t be a burden to master,” Mingshi Yin said with a smile.

Duanmu Sheng stroked his chin and said, “You’ve got a point. In that case, carry my Overlord Spear.” He tossed the Overlord Spear over to Mingshi Yin as soon as he finished speaking. He strode over to Ding Fanqiu and lifted Ding Fanqiu with one hand before he leaped into the sky as well.

“Eh? Junior Brother, what’re you standing around for?”

“It’s nothing! I’m coming right away!” Mingshi Yin circulated his Primal Qi and leaped into the air. He muttered under his breath, “I think I still ended up with the shorter end of the stick...”

The Overlord Spear weighed at least 100 catties. After it had acknowledged its master and its weapon-grade was activated, its quality improved and its weight increased several times as well.

Mingshi Yin thought to himself with a sigh, ‘It would’ve been better if I carried that Ding Fanqiu!’

At this moment, the jetty was completely silent.

Elephant King only managed to get back onto its feet after Bi An left. It walked toward Ding Fanqiu’s two disciples. However, as soon as it stepped forward, a witchcraft trap suddenly shot up to the Measure Heaven River’s surface. It froze for a moment before turning tail and running into the forest.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

It ran at an unprecedented speed and vanished into the forest in record time.

The witchcraft trap on the river’s surface grew at an alarming speed. It did not take long before it covered the entire jetty along with Ding Fanqiu’s two disciples.

...

Meanwhile, Lu Zhou and Little Yuan’er were speeding toward the Green Jade Altar on Bi An’s back.

“Master, should we wait for senior brothers?” Little Yuan’er asked.

“No need.” With Bi An’s speed, it would only take them four hours, at most, to reach the Green Jade Altar. He wanted some time to organize his thoughts and prepare for any unforeseen scenarios. He opened the system dashboard and saw he had 4,812 merit points now.

“Items,” Lu Zhou called inwardly. When the interface appeared, he frowned slightly.

Deadly Strike’s price was now 600 points!

“Damnit!” Lu Zhou could not help but curse upon seeing this.

“What’s wrong, master? Did someone make you angry again? I’ll go capture him and cut him into eight pieces!” When Little Yuan’er turned around, she saw Lu Zhou bristling in anger.

Lu Zhou regained his composure and waved his hand dismissively. He continued thinking to himself, ‘Deadly Strike’s price has gone up, but Impeccable Cards’ price is still 500 points. The fluctuation in price must have something to do with the frequency of purchase. Perhaps, the system thinks the cards are too powerful that’s why the price is increased as a restriction?’

Previously, Lu Zhou did not frequently use Deadly Strike Cards, hence, he did not trigger the increase in price. As expected, there was a catch to such powerful cards. After all, if the price had remained at 500 points, he could kill every Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm elites under the heavens until he was the only one left with the Deadly Strike Cards alone. With that, he would even be earning twice the number of merit points he had spent.

‘As expected, the system won’t allow me to exploit this loophole! Fortunately, the price increase isn’t too much. I can still accept this.’ Lu Zhou made a mental note to not rely on item cards too much. He had to improve his strength as soon as possible.

With that in mind, Lu Zhou still bought another Deadly Strike Card as a spare. ‘I’ll have to be more mindful of using Deadly Strike Cards after this. In this case, maybe I should start using defensive item cards in the future.’

Lu Zhou scrolled down.

New cards appeared on the item card column.

“Critical Heal: Heals 30% of wounds. Price: 300 merit points.”

“Thunderblast: Activates thunder energy Primal Qi. Hit rate: 50%; Damage rate: 30%; Critical damage rate: 10%; Kill rate: 1%. Price: 100 merit points.”

‘These are practically useless. With my current skills, who can harm me now? Useless cards. As for the second card, it’s even more useless. With a 1% kill rate, it’s being sold at 100 merit points. How can it compare to Deadly Strike? Useless!’

Lu Zhou discovered that the newer item cards were getting more and more useless. After doing some research, he also realized that apart from purchasing avatars, the lucky draws seemed to be a more worthwhile way to spend his merit points. However, this was not the time to be trying the lucky draw.

“Master, we’re almost at the Green Jade Altar.” Little Yuan’er pointed at the huge building up ahead. The round Green Jade Altar was on top of the building. It was like an incense furnace that stood between heavens and earth.

The Righteous Sect worshipped the heavens and respected the earth. Every time they opened their doors to recruit disciples or teach them their cultivation methods and skills, they would do it on the Green Jade Altar. The Green Jade Altar was surrounded by dense forests on all sides.

“Head east,” Lu Zhou ordered.

“Master, why are we heading east?” Little Yuan’er asked curiously.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, “Since the rascal, Zhu Honggong, is lying in wait here, I’ll use this opportunity to capture him.”

Little Yuan’er nodded as if she was a chick pecking for grain. “I’ll help you teach that traitor a lesson, master!”

Bi An moved at an incredible speed. In just a blink of an eye, they arrived in the forest on the eastern side of the Green Jade Altar.

Old Eighth’s followers were mostly low-ranked cultivators and mortals. If they wanted to take down the Green Jade Altar, they would have to use their wits. However, it might be speaking too highly of Old Eighth to even think that he could outwit anyone. For this reason, Lu Zhou was certain Si Wuya was the one giving out instructions from behind the scenes.

The Green Jade Altar was elevated and isolated.

‘In that case... Fire is the best course of action.’ The eastern part of the forest was an ideal place to start a fire. As soon as Lu Zhou made up his mind, he urged Bi An to the most ideal spot.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sounds of intense fighting could be heard in the forest at this moment.

“Hm?” Lu Zhou stopped, feeling suspicious.

“Master, they’ve started fighting!” Little Yuan’er pointed at the cultivators among the trees.

They were all low-ranked cultivators. Their capacity to do harm was limited.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, “I think the rascal’s plans have been seen through.”

Little Yuan’er sounded impatient now as she said, “Master, quick, let’s go down... I want to fight as well!”

“Impudent!” Lu Zhou raised his voice. ‘I might be spoiling this young girl too much lately. She’s getting unrulier.’

When Lu Zhou raised his voice, Little Yuan’er’s shoulders drooped, and she said obediently, “I was wrong.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The battle was chaotic. More and more cultivators joined in the fray. The disciples of the Green Jade Altar appeared in small groups, and they wore navy-blue robes. The opposition was being pushed back as their casualties rose.

At the moment Lu Zhou was about to descend, two figures shot past him at breakneck speed from below. One of the figures was quicker than the other.

Lu Zhou recognized one of the figures immediately. The one in the lead was none other than the Evil Sky Pavilion’s eighth disciple, Zhu Honggong. He traveled far and wide to look for Zhu Honggong, to think Zhu Honggong would deliver himself into his hand.

“Rascal!” Lu Zhou flicked a Binding Cage Card without hesitation! A golden cage shot out of his palm and dropped down immediately.

At the same time, Old Eighth, Zhu Honggong, suddenly felt a strange and dangerous energy closing in on him. He instinctively looked up, and his mind instantly turned blank! “No way! Ma-master? I’m dead!”