Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

31. The Ghost Mother

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

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

Then, more than a dozen lights were sent from the hands of Nan Chen, shooting towards different directions in the air.

“Ahh …”

The same screams sounded, and then a dozen burnt black things fell from the sky.

The disciples of Qingyu Pavilion also looked at these things with great surprise. They only knew that Luo Zan’s weapon was very powerful, but they didn’t know what it was exactly.

Crack… crack…

They saw the box in Luo Zan’s hand split into cracks, and thick black smoke came out of the box.

Luo Zan looked at the box in his hand unbelievably, “How… how could it be?”

This had been given to him by his father, who had told him not to take it out unless he had to and he couldn’t allow people who knew this thing to walk out of the mystery land alive.

Last time, he had failed to prevent the people from the Muyang Temple from running away. He at first planned to let them all die here this time for no one would know what had happened in the mystery land. However, could anyone tell him who this man was? He could even hurt the ghost mother.

Now… what his dad had given him became like this, Luo Zan couldn’t help shuddering at the thought of his dad’s fierce face.

In for a penny, in for a pound. Luo Zan suddenly rushed towards Nan Chen with his fingers crooking like claws, aiming at the throat of Nan Chen.

‘As long as this man is killed, the rest of them will not be trouble to me.’

Bang-

Before he could know what had happened, Luo Zan had already fallen to the ground. He didn’t even get to see how Nan Chen reached out his hands.

To Luo Zan’s surprise, this man was so strong, for he himself was ranked as one of the top disciples in Qingyu Pavilion, but now he was defeated without any fight back in front of this man.

Nan Chen walked up to Luo Zan and grabbed his neck to lift him into the air. Luo Zan was immediately short of breath, and the fear of death gradually conquered him.

Luo Zan widened his eyes, “You… you can’t kill me.”

“I… I tell you. My father is one of the Elders of Qingyu Pavilion. You can’t kill me, otherwise my father won’t let you go.”

‘I cannot die here. I can’t.’

“In this law-of-the-jungle world, strength is everything. Isn’t that what you said? What? Are you afraid of death?”

Nan Chen gradually tightened his grip, and Luo Zan felt his view became black at the moment.

‘Am I going to die? No, I can’t die here.’

In an instant, Luo Zan disappeared in front of everyone.

“What? Where is Luo Zan?”

“Dis… disappeared?”

The disciples looked around but didn’t see him.

Looking at the empty palm, Nan Chen raised his eyebrows, “The space scroll?”

“Space scroll? Senior Brother Nan, what is that?”

“You don’t even know the space scroll. What did you do in class?” Liu Xia looked at the disciple who raised the question in disappointment.

“Hee hee hee…” The disciple timidly glanced at Liu Xia.

Liu Xia rolled her eyes and explained to him, “The space scroll is a huge space compressed into the scroll by the cultivators of Tribulation Passage period using their own strength. With this scroll, the effect of instant transmission can be achieved, so it is very likely that Luo Zan turned to a space scroll just now.”

“However, because of the need for the strength of the cultivators in the Tribulation Passage period, in the past ten thousand years, only Master Zhuo Hua successfully achieved the Tribulation Passage period, and he for sure would not make a space scroll for Luo Zan. Therefore, the scroll used by Luo Zan is very likely to be made ten thousand years ago. It is really a waste to use it on him.”

“But, Senior Sister,” The disciple scratched his head. “I still don’t understand. Why can cultivators achieve instant transmission by compressing a space?”

Liu Xia looked at the disciple, “Are you sure you can understand if I explain to you?”

…

‘Not sure.’