My Disciples Are All Villains

Shortly after, purple gas shrouded Ba Ma's palms. He looked up. "Divination." His voice resounded in the Mausoleum of Swords.

The Sword Formation in the skies began shaking.

"Praise." Ba Ma made weird sounding notes from his mouth. When the notes were stringed together, there seemed to be a gust of wind entering through the opening from where the light streamed in.

The Witchcraft Formation Circles appeared around the edges of the Seven Terminal Formation. Energy began amassing.

Zhang Yuanshan was excited to see this. He could feel the gathering of energy. He felt as if he could see the power that allegedly surpassed that of an Eight-leaf stage elite.

…

Outside the Mausoleum of Swords.

The rising purple gas moved toward the surroundings on the ground. The purple gas would leave withered trees, plants, and grass in its wake.

Meanwhile, in another location, a similar body of purple gas was gathering the local energy as well.

Similarly, the trees withered in its wake.

…

At the side of a lake dozens of miles away from Golden Court Mountain, a white garment, white dress, and a white cloak was neatly folded on the grass.

From the nearby forest, a purple circle was spreading as it gathered the life energy from its surroundings.

The trees withered. The flowers and grass withered as well. The birds scattered.

Some of the flying creatures disregarded the danger and landed on the purple circle. The purple circle seemed to have grown tentacles that caught the animals. The animals were reduced to a pile of bones in an instant.

Blurb! Blurb! Blurb!

Bubbles rose to the surface of the lake.

At this moment…

Splash!

A column of water shot into the air. Energy wrapped around it and the moisture evaporated instantly.

A figure appeared. Her hair fell like a waterfall, and her skin was as fair as snow. When she opened her eyes, her clothes on the bank of the lake flew toward her. With a turn of her wonderful body, the column of water fell back into the lake.

Her true appearance was shown. She looked as though she had cut herself off from secular affairs. She almost seemed like an immortal who had descended from the heavens.

Ye Tianxin looked at the strands of hair on her shoulder. Under the light of the sun, her dark hair glistened. She frowned when she saw there were a few wet spots on her white garment. She utilized her Primal Qi to dry her robes again. She sighed. "I have to work harder."

Ye Tianxin walked in the air toward the shore. When she was halfway there, she sensed the abnormality in the air. "Hm?" She moved quickly. She was now flying above the treetops as she surveyed her surroundings.

The scattered trees had withered. They looked jarring.

"Witchcraft? A grand shaman?" Ye Tianxin had spent most of her time outside. When she founded the Derived Moon Palace previously, she had studied witchcraft as well. How could she not be shocked when she saw this? She flew toward the nearby forest, picking up pace. She flew further and further away from Golden Court Mountain until she vanished from sight.

After flying for dozens of miles, she still saw withered trees. There was no longer any need to investigate this. Her instinct told her something was fishy.

Ye Tianxin continued to fly upward until she was high enough before she expended her energy. She looked in the direction of the Evil Sky Pavilion.

It was too far away. Even during the brightest of days, she could only make out the blurry outline of Golden Court Mountain. She never knew what was happening there. She surveyed her surroundings again before she dove and landed next to a vanishing purple circle. She flipped her fair palm. The Amorous Hoop that was bright appeared as it spun.

Swoosh!

Her Amorous Hoop circled around her before it shot past the area above the purple circle and returned to her grasp.

"A puppet?"

There were no corpses inside the purple circle. Hence, there was no puppet to be controlled.

Ye Tianxin could tell that the grand shaman was not around. She was impressed that the witchcraft cultivator could pull off such powerful and spontaneous witchcraft circles.

After muttering to herself for some time, Ye Tianxin rose into the air again. She hovered in midair. "Someone's there."

Ye Tianxin saw a tightly packed flying formation in the distance. She could not help but feel shocked. She did not retreat. Instead, she flew toward the group.

It was a square formation formed by dozens of monks flying in the air. There was a huge body of energy carrying them along as they flew.

Ye Tianxin did not go closer. She never had good impressions about monks.

Just when she was about to leave with her grand technique, a monk projected his voice. "Female benefactor, please stay."

Ye Tianxin frowned slightly as she asked, "What's the matter?"

"Please don't misunderstand me, benefactor. My Buddhist title is Xu Jing. I'm the abbot of the Heaven Choice Temple. I'm merely passing by," Xu Jing said through voice projection.

"Xu Jing of the Heaven Choice Temple?"

"You know me, benefactor?" The Buddhist Master, Xu Jing, was slightly surprised.

Naturally, Ye Tianxin would not tell him the reason. Instead, she said, "I have something else to attend to. Forgive me for leaving."

"Benefactor… May I know how far Golden Court Mountain is from here?" Xu Jing asked again.

Ye Tianxin found this hilarious. 'You'll see Golden Court Mountain if you continue along this path for a while longer. Why do you even have to ask?' If she did not know about the Heaven Choice Temple, she would have left a long time ago.

"I don't know," Ye Tianxin replied curtly before she flew away.

"Benefactor… please stay…"

Whizz!

A Six-leaf Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar materialized in the air.

Xu Jing and the monks behind him were instantly stunned. They were utterly shocked by this.

"This…"

"Abbot, we keep running into Six-leaf cultivators like they're very common here. Shall we head back instead?"

"I don't think the Evil Sky Pavilion needs us."

The monks looked tense.

They knew that the Evil Sky Pavilion was powerful and full of elites. Naturally, their opponents were elites as well. However, it was really a blow to their self-confidence when they bumped into Six-leaf cultivators along the way.

Xu Jing frowned and said in a deep voice, "Benefactor Ji has helped the Heaven Choice Temple before. We should return the favor ten-fold. If you're afraid, you can choose to leave the Heaven Choice Temple right now."

"We dare not! We've made a mistake!" the monks said in unison.

Xu Jing looked at the surroundings and said, "Golden Court Mountain's barrier has vanished for some time now. This is the moment when they need help the most… Being cowardly is unacceptable in the Buddhist Sects!"

"We'll remember your teaching!"

"Also… Don't even try to remind me about the difference between the Noble and Fiend Paths!" When Xu Jing said this, his energy rippled out.

"Understood," the disciples spoke in unison, "Amitabha."

…

Half a day later. Inside the great hall of the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Lu Zhou looked at his remaining points on the dashboard…

Merit points: 3,700

He could afford to purchase one Deadly Strike Card with this amount.

Perhaps, he possessed the Heavenly Writing's extraordinary power so recently, the value of the Deadly Strike Card had dropped in his eyes.

Naturally, if he faced an opponent whom he could not deal with, the Deadly Strike Card was still his best choice. During those situations, he would not have the luxury to consider the economic balance of the action.

"Ding! Killed a target. Reward: 1,500 merit points."

When Lu Zhou heard the notification, he stroked his beard and nodded. He muttered to himself, "I think this disciple is too used to being free. He doesn't even write back."

He did not know where Yu Shangrong was at the moment. However, when he considered the fact that Yu Shangrong had a profound cultivation base, he decided to let him be.

He was putting him to good use by having him gathering merit points outside the mountain. After all, it would be a waste to keep him here when there were the few elders and himself looking after things.

At this moment, Mingshi Yin walked in. "Master, the monks of the Heaven Choice Temple seeks an audience."