My disciples are all villains.

"There's no need to trouble yourself over that, senior brother." Si Wuya cupped his fists. He made sure he looked like he was sending a guest away.

Mingshi Yin snorted. He did not want to waste any more words with Si Wuya. He leaped nimbly into the air. "You'll fall into my hands sooner or later." He left these parting words that echoed through the mountains as he vanished from sight.

Si Wuya cupped his fists at Yu Shangrong and said, "Thank you for helping me out, second senior brother."

"I don't know if I helped you, but I know you're certainly annoyed that I troubled you," Yu Shangrong said with a faint smile on his face.

"I dare not." Bai Yuqing had protected Si Wuya and Yellow Peak Mountain. However, Yu Shangrong's appearance had caused Bai Yuqing to be injured and the loss of his personal heaven-grade weapon. There was no doubt he regretted these things very much.

Yu Shangrong was, naturally, privy to Si Wuya's thoughts, but he did not bring it up. Instead, he turned to look at Bai Yuqing and asked, "Eldest senior brother sent you?"

Bai Yuqing endured the pain and said, "The sect master has given me specific orders. I daren't go against his words."

Yu Shangrong said, "When you return, tell eldest senior brother that I have no intention of meddling in his affairs nor do I have the time to. However, he'd do well not to act out of place…"

"Uh…" Bai Yuqing cast a helpless glance at Si Wuya.

Si Wuya said, "Brother Bai, please return."

Bai Yuqing cupped his fists and said, "Well, then... Take care, Mister Seventh." He was the White Tiger Hall's First Seat. He knew about the conflicts between Yu Shangrong and his sect master. The two of them had never seen eye to eye, and the changes in the Evil Sky Pavilion did nothing to abate the conflict. He no longer dared to linger here. After all, Yu Shangrong clearly meant to slight his master by injuring him. When he thought about it, he could only blame his own rotten luck for being caught in the middle.

…

Mingshi Yin sped all the way back to the Evil Sky Pavilion. After a long flight, he finally approached Tangzi Town. At the very least, he could report back to his master with the Peacock Plume in his hands. When he thought about this, he felt much more confident.

Mingshi Yin had focused on investigating Si Wuya all this time so he felt exhausted. Moreover, he had to fight Bai Yuqing as well. He needed some time to rest. When he made a brief stop near Tangzi Town's information station to rest, he overheard the discussion in his surroundings.

Someone pointed in the direction of Golden Court Mountain and said, "The Evil Sky Pavilion's barrier has weakened again."

Tangzi Town was not far from the Evil Sky Pavilion, but it was not as if the Evil Sky Pavilion could be easily seen. However, it did nothing to stop these people from speculating. Based on this, it could be seen that many people were secretly paying attention to the Evil Sky Pavilion.

"If this goes on, the Evil Sky Pavilion won't last long."

"I think the patriarch is doing the right thing… Dignity and honor is everything for a man. I'd rather live with dignity than let the Evil Sky Pavilion be trampled on by vermin!"

Mingshi Yin was not surprised by their words. There were many strange and wonderful things in this vast world. The Fiend Path existed because there were many who shared the same ideals. As a notable figure in the Fiend Path, the Evil Sky Pavilion, naturally, earned the respect and worship of many. There were also those who wanted to become a disciple of the Evil Sky Pavilion. Unfortunately, since his master was getting old, his master had stopped accepting disciples a long time ago.

"Dignity won't save your life. Someone went to have a look yesterday. The barrier has weakened by one-third again. The Evil Sky Pavilion seems to have no intention of mending the barrier."

"It's not easy to mend it… It would take a few years to mend it. In a few years, it'd be almost time..."

"You have a point…"

Mingshi Yin gave the few individuals a glance. He did not join in the conversation but minded his own business and enjoyed his tea.

"I heard the Heavenly Sword Sect is prepared to challenge the Evil Sky Pavilion… The Heavenly Sword Sect must be anxious to act."

When he heard this, Mingshi Yin rose to his feet and walked to the cultivators before he sat at their table. He asked, "The Heavenly Sword Sect is going to attack the Evil Sky Pavilion?" He blended in perfectly with the people here.

This was normal at a rest stop. People came and went, and all kinds of news could be obtained here.

A cultivator with a beard said, "Luo Changfeng, the Sect Master of Heavenly Sword Sect, was killed by the Evil Sky Pavilion's patriarch. He was also Luo Xingkong's only son. You may not know this, but the Heavenly Sword Sect's first disciple, Zhou Jifeng, had defaulted to the Evil Sky Pavilion as well. I heard that Luo Xingkong didn't sleep for three days due to his rage."

"Luo Xingkong has sent a summon to the major sects. It's possible that they might launch an attack on Golden Court Mountain before the Evil Sky Pavilion's patriarch's time is up."

Mingshi Yin said with a smile, "That old geezer, Luo Xingkong, is so bold?"

'Old geezer?' The others looked at Mingshi Yin.

"There's no need to be so harsh, brother. This is only a small talk during tea. Don't you go bringing your own sentiments into the discussion," the bearded cultivator said with a smile.

Mingshi Yin ignored the comment and asked, "Luo Xingkong has sent a summon?"

"That's right… The ten great sects, apart from the Clarity Sect, have already received the summon. I wonder if the Yun, Tian, and Luo Sects would join in as well."

"Where did Luo Xingkong get his confidence from? I mean, look at the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Upon hearing this, another cultivator said, "That's not fair. Luo Xingkong has been cultivating in seclusion for many years, and he shouldn't be underestimated. Besides, the Evil Sky Pavilion's barrier is weakening. Perhaps, this is the chance they've been waiting for."

Mingshi Yin chuckled. Then, he rose to his feet before he said, "Well, I've heard these same words when they attacked the Golden Court Mountain previously. Even with the Evil Sky Pavilion's patriarch out of the picture, they still have the disciples to contend with."

"You've got a point."

After that, Mingshi Yin left the station.

…

Meanwhile, in the Evil Sky Pavilion's great hall.

Lu Zhou looked at the price of the avatar, the Eight Methods Connected. It cost 20,000 merit points. Upon seeing the price, he decided to try his luck with the lucky draw.

"Lucky draw."

"Ding! Spent 50 merit points. Obtained Reversal Card x3."

'Not bad.' Lu Zhou had earned 100 luck points during his last lucky draw. He was surprised he was rewarded this time around. Perhaps, it was all a matter of timing and luck from the heavens.

"Lucky draw."

"Ding! Spent 50 merit points. Obtained Critical Block Card x5."

'It's better than nothing.' He remembered this item had only been successfully activated once throughout his history of using it. It seemed to be of little value.

"Lucky draw."

"Ding! Spent 50 merit points. Thank you for participating. Luck point +1."

Lu Zhou's winning streak ended, and he closed the system dashboard.

At this moment, Little Yuan'er ran in excitedly and announced enthusiastically, "Master, Fourth Senior Brother is back!"

"Very good." Lu Zhou glanced outside.

Mingshi Yin walked in at this moment, carrying the Peacock Plume in his hand. "Master, I investigated the incident at Skylark Pagoda. Indeed, it was planned by that traitor, Si Wuya. Yellow Peak Mountain is his information station. Unfortunately, I couldn't capture him since he's protected by an elite. I only managed to obtain his weapon."

Lu Zhou remembered the merit points he obtained from Si Wuya being punished. He nodded slightly. "Bring it here."

Mingshi Yin presented the Peacock Plume to Lu Zhou with both hands.

"Ding! Retrieved the heaven-grade weapon, Peacock Plume. Refining needed before use."

This was Si Wuya's weapon. It was a rare, projectile-type weapon.