Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

86. The Departure

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

“Oh, ignorant young man, those who achieve great things, will inevitably cost something. If a man becomes a yes-man only because of some difficulty, this is not what high-ranking people should have.”

Wen Lou looked so righteous. When he talked it, other people nodded.

“In this case, our Alchemist Sect will not take part in the mission to kill the Demon Lord.” Xiao Feng stood up, patted his sleeve and left.

Shu Fan cast a glance at Wen Lou, snorted and left with Xiao Feng.

“Xiao Feng is just an alchemist. This time, we’ll kill the Demon Lord without him.” Wen Lou blew his beard angrily.

“Alas, Elder Wen, please don’t be so harsh. Although the Alchemist Sect mainly focuses on alchemy, it is one of the three major Sects after all. With their assistance, we may face greater sacrifice in the process of killing the Demon Lord.” Some sect leader stood out and said.

“Our sects have alchemists repectively. Who cares about his crappy elixirs?” Wen Lou raised his head and said firmly.

Qing Yangzi shook his head.

“I think what Elder Wen said is right. We should seize the opportunity when Zhuo Hua is injured to destroy him in one strike. What do you think, my fellow cultivators?” Shan Jing couldn’t wait any longer. He was afraid that if they waste a little longer time, Zhuo Hua would be much better. By then, it wouldn’t be so easy to kill him.

“I also agree with Elder Wen.”

“So do I.”

Within a short time, most sects gave consent to it. After all, many of their disciples were buried in Hunsha Mountain.

Shan Jing turned to Qing Yangzi, who sat still at a head position, and couldn’t help but ask, “Why, as the head of the top Sect, Muyang Temple, in the Cultivation World, you don’t give any opinions?

The other heads and elders of various sects also looked at Qing Yangzi.

Qing Yangzi clenched the teacup. He believed that Zhuo Hua was not the Demon Lord, so he decided to quiet down and take a look with them.

“Let’s set off tomorrow, everyone. It’s getting late. Please take a rest at Muyang Temple. Qing Yun, you can arrange their rooms.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Fellow friends, please come with me.”

Qing Yangzi gave a sigh of relief and looked at the mist lingering over the teacup. No one could know what he was thinking about.

At night.

Qing Yangzi returned to his residence. He just walked to the outside the room and found someone inside.

“Who is it!” Qing Yangzi opened the door violently.

He then saw a little kid in his room, as if he had been sacred by the sudden noise . Now the kid was sitting on the ground, with a pair of tearful eyes looking at Qing Yangzi.

Qing Yangzi touched his forehead. The last thing he could cope with was a child.

“Sir.” Li stood up and ran to Qing Yangzi, “Have you seen Kaka? Kaka disappeared. Even Kaka doesn’t want me?”

Saying so, Li cried out.

“No.” Qing Yangzi felt headache, “Kaka went to the Mas… It went to find your daddy, and they will come back together.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Looking into Li’s eyes, Qing Yangzi said. “So, Li, you should obediently go back to sleep, OK?”

“Okay.” Li nodded and went back to his room.

The next day, they packed up and then set off.

The destination was Sunset Cliff.

On the other hand, on the Sunset Cliff, Zhuo Hua had been locked in the room since he woke up.

One day, the door was suddenly opened. He raised up and looked at the comer, “Nan Chen.”

“Heh, I haven’t seen you for a few days, Master. Are you okay?”