My disciples are all villains.

Chapter 1200: Junior

Lu Zhou asked, "Who sent this letter?"

Shen Xi shook his head and said, "Mr. First and Mr. Second have been secretly investigating this matter, but they found nothing."

Since the sender sent him this letter, the sender clearly knew his identity. Why would the sender address him as 'brat'? In this world, who dared to speak to him in such a manner?

Shen Xi continued to say, "In view of the other party's threat, over the past ten days, all of the Evil Sky Pavilion's disciples and members, including those in the golden lotus domain, have been very cautious. No one has been caught."

Lu Zhou looked at the letter again and muttered to himself, "Young Master?"

A vague idea appeared in his mind.

After he burned the letter with karmic fire, the words 'Cloud Mountain' appeared briefly before vanishing.

After making the connection between the words 'Young Master' and 'Cloud Mountain', he scoffed lightly. "Qin Moshang?"

Shen Xi was puzzled. "Qin Moshang? Who's he?"

"Pass down my orders; we're going to Cloud Mountain."

"Understood. I'll make preparations immediately."

Lu Zhou recalled that time he was at the peak of the snowy mountain near Cloud Mountain.

"That child's talent is shocking, and he has a Venerable Master watching over him. If I don't get rid of him as soon as possible, he'll definitely become a big problem in the future."

Since Qin Moshang was young and inexperienced, he dared to provoke Lu Zhou. Lu Zhou thought this was just the right opportunity to test his new divine power.

Only slightly more than a year had passed since the incident near the Cold Pond. Lu Zhou wondered where Qin Moshang's confidence came from? No matter what tricks Qin Moshang had up his sleeve, it was impossible for Qin Moshang to be more powerful than a Venerable Master in such a short time.

Perhaps, this was also Qin Moshang's thoughts.

…

Meanwhile, on the cloud platform in front of the main hall of the Twelve Sects of Cloud Mountain.

Thousands of cultivators were restrained and kneeling on the ground.

In front of the cloud platform, Qin Moshang sat on a long bench and looked at the cultivators as he lazily said, "It's been ten days. It's obvious he's frightened and doesn't care about your lives. Just bear with it for a few more days, and you won't have to suffer anymore…"

Nie Qingyun gritted his teeth to endure the excruciating pain all over his body before he said, "I don't know the young man you mentioned. You've got the wrong person!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Earlier, you said you know him. Now, you suddenly don't know him," Qin Moshang said, "What's his name?"

"Young Master, according to the information left by the ghost servant, that person's surname is Lu. As for whether he's the Pavilion Master of the Evil Sky Pavilion, we'll know in a while. I've already sent a message."

Qin Moshang nodded in satisfaction. He looked at Nie Qingyun and asked, "Did you hear that?"

Nie Qingyun replied, "I really don't know the person you're talking about. We don't know anything about what transpired at the Cold Pond. How can you consider yourself a hero if you vent your anger on us?"

Qin Moshang's expression darkened. He raised his hand that flashed green and aimed it at Nie Qingyun.

Bang!

Nie Qingyun skidded back on the ground. The disciples behind him cried out in shock as he knocked them back as well.

The disciples who were knocked back spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Qin Moshang stood up and turned to look at the two ghost servants. "What do you think of my strength?"

"It's improved a lot."

"Let me show you another trick."

Qin Moshang raised his hand and made a grabbing motion as a palm seal, in the likeness of his hand, shot out.

With that, dozens of Cloud Mountain disciples in front of Qin Moshang were pulled up into the air. At the same time, green energy twined like snakes around them. All of them coughed out blood.

In front of a Ten Chart cultivator, let alone these disciples, even Nie Qingyun who had recently entered the Thousand Realms Whirling stage was helpless.

Qin Moshang asked, "What do you think about this palm strike?"

"It's very strong," one ghost servant said.

Then, Qin Moshang turned to look at the Confucian scholar sitting next to him. "What do you think? Didn't I tell you nothing will happen?"

The scholar smiled but did not say anything.

Qin Moshang walked over and stepped on Nie Qngyun's body. "Do you know why the weather is so bad?"

Nie Qingyun's eyes turned bloodshot; he could not breathe from being stepped on.

Qin Moshang said with a smile, "This is a phenomenon of the imbalance. I wasn't born yet during the last imbalance. I heard from the elders that the imbalance is like a decree from the heavens for the green lotus domain to cleanse the world of lowly humans like you… So you can consider this power of mine as being bestowed by the heavens…"

Qin Moshang's voice turned cold as he continued to say, "If you want to blame someone, then blame that Brother Lu that you spoke of. If he comes, I'll spare your lives. If he doesn't come, then you can only blame your bad luck."

Nie Qingyun gasped for breath after he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he said with great difficulty, "If you have the guts, why don't you look for Brother Lu directly? Cloud Mountain has nothing to do with what happened at the Cold Pond. Aren't you afraid of heaven's retribution for killing the innocent?"

Qin Moshang laughed out loud before he stomped his foot down on Nie Qingyun.

Bang!

Nie Qingyun spat out another mouthful of blood. Even the ground beneath him cracked.

"So now you admit you know him?" Qin Moshang said frostily, "You just entered the Thousand Realms Whirling stage and only have one Birth Chart. If I use a little more strength, you'll lose your life. I'll ask you again; what's his name, where is he now, and what's his cultivation base?"

One of the ghost servants said in a hoarse voice, "This is your last chance. Otherwise, all of them will die."

Following that, a green astrolabe appeared behind the ghost servant. It expanded and flew up, covering the sky. Fourteen Birth Charts flash as though they would release their power at any time.

In the green lotus cultivators' eyes, the thousands of people from Cloud Mountain were just like ants.

Nie Qingyun clutched his chest as he said in a voice brimming with hatred and resentment, "I only know his surname is Lu, and he's the Pavilion Master of the Evil Sky Pavilion. No one knows how high his cultivation is…"

Qin Moshang said, "You still dare to lie even when you're about to die. Ghost servant, stand back. I'll do this myself."

Bang!

Qin Moshang stomped on the ground.

After the ghost servant withdrew his astrolabe, Qin Moshang manifested his astrolabe.

The Cloud Mountain disciples paled when they saw the astrolabe flashing with ten Birth Charts.

Just as Qin Moshang was about to make a move, one of the Cloud Mountain disciples cried out, "Senior Lu is here!"

Everyone looked up immediately and saw a flying chariot swiftly approaching from the distant horizon.

An excited expression appeared on Qin Moshang's face as he said, "You're finally here!"

All of a sudden, someone flew out from the flying chariot, leaving afterimages in his wake. Following that, a thunderous voice resounded through the entire place.

"Young man, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

The figure arrived in front of Qin Moshang at the speed of light. The person was none other than Lu Zhou.

In just a moment, a palm seal that was imbued with the divine power descended.

'So strong?! He's much stronger now! How?!'

Qin Moshang's heart trembled. The incident at the Cold Pond flashed in his mind at this moment, and he instinctively cried out, "Ghost servants, save me!"

The two ghost servants rose to their feet immediately.

"Freeze."

Creak!

The ghost servants were immediately frozen.

Bang!

Lu Zhou's palm seals landed on Qin Moshang's astrolabe unimpeded.

Without any suspense, Qin Mo Shang fell toward the cloud platform.

Bang!

Qin Moshang crashed through the cloud platform.

The Cloud Mountain disciples watched with their mouths agape.

On the other hand, the Confucian scholar frowned as he watched. However, not only did he not make a move to help, but he even took a few steps back.

Lu Zhou descended on the damaged cloud platform at lightning speed. His hand glowed with the divine power as he launched palm seals again.