Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

30. Qingyu Pavilion

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

“Oh no… Senior Sister.” On hearing Liu Xia’s words, the disciples whined immediately.

“Shh. There’s a sound.” Someone said, and those who were frolicking stopped.

As the footsteps and the sound of voices were getting closer and closer, Liu Xia and other disciples grabbed their weapons tightly, ready to attack.

A group of people came out of the dense bush. When the Muyang Temple team saw them clearly, they exclaimed in surprise, “It’s you!”

It turned out to be the Qingyu Pavilion guys who had robbed their Yang Fruit several days ago.

“Hey, look at them, the cowards from Muyang Temple, aren’t they?” An annoying voice came from the leader of the Qingyu group.

“Look, Senior Brother Luo, isn’t it the spiritual rhinoceros hunted and killed by us? Why is it here?”

Having heard what the disciple had said, Luo Zan looked at the dead spiritual beast and got an idea.

“Yeah. These Muyang guys always like taking advantage of others. Last time it was the Yang Fruit, while now they just want more and even take a fancy to our spiritual rhinoceros.”

On the other side, the disciples trembled with rage.

‘Your spiritual rhinoceros? How cheeky!’

“Luo Zan, don’t go too far.” Having a short temper, Liu Xia was even more furious when her listened to what Luo Zan had said.

“I’m going so far, so what?”

“You… shame on you!”

“Shame? Can I live a rich life without it? Let me tell you, strength means everything in this jungle-like world.”

“Humph, don’t you cheat. You are just mediocre but dare to brag in front of us. Without the petty tricks behind the scene, you won’t know who would win.”

“You just smear others when you are no match for them. Is that the way how disciples of Muyang Temple treat others? Tsk tsk, the top Sect in the Cultivation World is just so-so.”

“You!”

Disciples of Muyang Temple could not bear his sneers anymore and took out their weapons one after another.

“Are you sure you want to fight against us? Okay! But don’t cry when you are defeated.”

Luo Zan took out a black box. With a confident smile, he opened the box, and a wisp of black smoke rose slowly. When the smoke dispersed, there were more than a dozen strange traces around though without any creatures showed up.

A disciple walked up to Nan Chen and whispered, “Senior Brother Nan, that is what they used last time when we fought against them. There was always something that sneaked up on us from behind, but we saw nothing when looking back, and our attacks had no effect on them, just like… like our attacks passed through them.”

Feeling the strange traces, Nan Chen frowned and thoughtfully looked at the black box in Luo Zan’s hand.

‘The ghost mother? How does it end up here?’

“Senior Brother Nan, what should we do?”

“You don’t have to worry about those things. Just concentrate on dealing with the Qingyu Pavilion guys.”

“Yes, Senior Brother.”

Since Nan Chen said they should not worry, there must be a way out. They only had to deal with the people from the Qingyu Pavilion.

Without knowing who stuck the first blow, people on both sides started the fight.

Luo Zan stood behind the disciples of Qingyu Pavilion, constantly instilling his spiritual power into the black box.

Nan Chen’s eyes became as cold as ice, and he was feeling the fluctuations in the air carefully. His hands slowly condensed with spiritual power. If you looked at the spiritual power carefully, you would find that there were golden threads wandering in the spiritual power.

The golden threads were the power of pure Yang.

All of a sudden, Nan Chen threw the spiritual power towards behind Xiao Xue, who was fighting against the guys of Qingyu Pavilion.

“Ah …”

A shrilling scream sounded from behind Xiao Xue, and everyone immediately covered their ears with hands. After the scream, they took a look at Xiao Xue’s back. For no reason there was a lump of stank, burned things.

“What is this?” Looking at the lump, everyone was stunned.