My Disciples Are All Villains Novel - Chapter 619
Chapter 619: The Rogue Western Wind Blows Across the River, When Is It Going To Return?
Many Seven-leaf elites in the world knew the basic fact that an Eight-leaf cultivator was as big as Mount Tai. Even the people of Rouli and Lou Lan knew this. When they saw the 100-foot avatar, their intention to kill Yu Shangrong vanished without a trace.
Impossible!
Even if an Eight-leaf cultivator was here, he could only run as soon as he heard Yu Shangrong’s name. Here they were, without an Eight-leaf cultivator among their numbers. The outcome was predictable. It was a crushing defeat for them.
Wherever the energy swords went, they did not seem like they were cutting down people. They seemed like they were cutting down… hay.
Young Yu Zhenghai was stunned by this sight… Nobody knew how much he thirsted for power or how strongly he wanted to become an expert like the person before. He did as Yu Shangrong ordered him to. He stood obediently in place as the energy swords danced and the Roulians fell all around him.
A moment later, Yu Shangrong returned to his original spot. He looked at young Yu Zhenghai as though nothing had happened. He raised his left hand, and his Longevity Sword returned to its scabbard and back in his embrace.
The battle had ended just like that. The trees and plants within 100 meters were fell by Yu Shangrong.
The chilly breeze brought with it a metallic stench that seemed to linger in the air. It prickled Yu Zhenghai’s newly-formed sense of smell.
“Are you afraid?” Yu Shangrong asked. He was used to this so it did not affect him at all.
Young Yu Zhenghai shook his head to show that he was not afraid.
That was beyond Yu Shangrong’s expectations. Perhaps, Yu Zhenghai had endured many hardships so he knew when he should feel afraid and when he should not…
“Your sword techniques are amazing,” young Yu Zhenghai said.
“I think so, too.”
“Since you’re my senior brother… Can you teach me how to use the sword?”
“…” Yu Shangrong shook his head lightly and replied with a straight face. “You’re not suitable for the sword.”
“What suits me then?”
“A saber,” Yu Shangrong said.
When he heard this, young Yu Zhenghai beamed. He asked, “How did you know that I like sabers? Sabers are cool. A man’s strength can only be manifested by using a saber!”
“…” Yu Shangrong successfully bit back a retort. He closed his eyes indifferently and entered his resting state.
Young Yu Zhenghai stood at the side. He toyed around with the branch. He gripped it with both hands and made slashing motions.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Young Yu Zhenghai struck a tree stump with the branch. His strength was not something a youth his age should possess. He said, “I’ll surely become as powerful as you.”
“I hope so.”
It was unknown if Wuqians could recultivate after they were resurrected. Any possible side effects of the resurrection were also unknown. It was slightly too early to be talking about cultivation right now.
After they had rested, Yu Shangrong brought young Yu Zhenghai with him and continued eastward.
…
Five days later, in a bamboo forest east of Rouli.
The long journey had worn young Yu Zhenghai out. He could barely walk. He was already at his limits after having held out for so long.
The two of them traversed vast deserts, winding mountain paths, and seas of clouds.
When they landed among the bamboos, Yu Zhenghai lay down at once. “I can’t go any further.”
“You have no choice but to walk.”
They only rested briefly.
Yu Shangrong heard something flying toward them above the bamboo forest. He stood up and moved his hand. A few vines flew over, picking Yu Zhenghai up, and brought him to his side. His movements were neat and precise. He placed one hand on his back as the vines wound around his waist several times. His back was straight and his expression was calm as he walked out of the bamboo forest. Then, he drew the Longevity Sword and lifted it before an energy sword shot out.
It cut through some bamboo and hit the cultivator above the bamboo forest.
Every time Yu Shangrong swung his sword, a cultivator fell. He did not even have to look; he kept his eyes trained ahead.
At this moment, a figure dove toward him at blinding speed. At the same time, a Six-leaf wolf king avatar merged with that figure as he crashed through the bamboo forest.
The wolf pounced while baring its fangs. The figure wielded sharp blades in both hands as he aimed for Yu Shangrong’s face. His movements were as quick as lightning!
Yu Shangrong joined his palms together. His Longevity Sword was held between his hands. An energy sword suddenly expanded and wrapped around his Longevity Sword. It dropped down like a guillotine at lightning speed as well.
In just a split second, the wolf king avatar was cleaved into two, falling to the left and the right.
The cultivator in the middle of the avatar shared the same fate.
The battle ended.
Once again, panicked cries rang in the air.
“He’s not a Six-leaf cultivator! Retreat!”
“Change of plans! Run!”
The remaining cultivators fled to the west.
Yu Shangrong carried Yu Zhenghai with an indifferent expression on his face as he continued on his journey. He stepped out of the forest and rose into the air. He looked to the side; young Yu Zhenghai was fast asleep.
…
The rogue western wind blew across the river, when was it going to return?
…
On Liang Province City’s walls.
Si Wuya faced Rouli. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts.
At this moment, Jiang Aijian leaped up and sat on the city wall. “Are you sure your men are fine?”
“They’ve crossed Heaven’s Moat and formed a garrison at the north of Great Yan… If Lou Lan’s forces place a grand Formation there, it’ll be difficult to breach. I trust those I employ and won’t employ those I don’t trust. I believe in them,” Si Wuya replied.
“Breach?” Jiang Aijian shook his head. “You can attack all you want, but I’m going to make things clear. I’m only helping you with defending.”
“Offense is the best defense.”
“…” Jiang Aijian spread his hands. He shook his head and said, “Can I object to this plan?”
“You can… but it’s futile.”
“I can’t stand you guys.” Jiang Aijian was speechless. He said with a sigh, “At the end of the day, I’m still Great Yan’s Third Prince. How can I sit back and do nothing while the Other Tribes invade my lands? Just tell me… when? I’ll do everything in my power to help.”
“Tonight.”
“Er… Can I take back what I just said?”
“No.”
…
Inside Dazheng Palace in the Divine Capital.
After so many days, Lu Zhou’s Heavenly Writing power had already been replenished several times over. In the meantime, he kept attempting to expand the limits of the power of hearing. He had practically memorized the incantation for the power and mastered its use.
He opened the system dashboard again.
Merit points: 66,203
The added merit points were from Yu Shangrong.
Lu Zhou looked at his merit points and shook his head. He wondered how Yu Zhenghai was faring now…
‘That rascal. Will it kill him to write back?’
After pondering for a moment, Lu Zhou opened the list of items and said, “Purchase Golden Lotus Leaf.”
“Ding! Spent 50,000 merit points. Obtained: Golden Lotus Leaf x1.”
Initially, he wanted to use it immediately. When he remembered the item cards would increase in price whenever his cultivation base improved, he spent another 10,000 merit points and purchased a Deadly Strike Card. He would save it as his final trump card. After purchasing it, he finally said, “Use Golden Lotus Leaf.”
Shortly after, the item card dissolved into spots of starlight that swirled around him. They eventually gathered around his dantian’s sea of Qi. The tidal wave of power rose and churned like waters of the sea. The surging Primal Qi burst forth and grew in his dantian’s sea of Qi like an incoming tide. At the same time, his heart and mind were at peace. The minute sounds of the breeze around Dazheng Palace were clearly brought to his ears.
…
Above Dazheng Palace, the clouds parted. Primal Qi wreaked havoc and swiftly gathered around Lu Zhou.
At this moment, Zhu Tianyuan was supporting Zhu Honggong’s weight. They were in Dazheng Palace’s vicinity. When they saw the surging Primal Qi, they were shocked.
“My son, Dazheng Palace is in trouble!” Zhu Tianyuan was shocked.
“Stay calm!” Zhu Honggong pulled Zhu Tianyuan. He bit back his pain and earnestly said, “You’re new here so you don’t know about this… Whenever you encounter something like this, you must keep quiet and lay low.”
“My son, you’re too green. Someone’s sprouting a leaf… Perhaps, it’s your senior! You should go and learn from them!” Zhu Tianyuan said.
“You’re green! Trust me… Don’t go looking for trouble!”
“Is this how you should talk to your father? I’ve been around far longer than you…” Zhu Tianyuan put on the air of a senior and said. “It’s only someone sprouting a leaf. There’s nothing to it. Your old man and Old Villain Ji go way back. I can even watch him sprout a leaf, let alone his disciples…”
Boom!
A clap of thunder rang from Dazheng Palace.
“Scram.”
