My Disciples Are All Villains

Lu Zhou nodded in satisfaction. At least the people of Yun Sect were tactful.

At this moment, Hua Wudao added, “However… They have an additional condition.”

“What is it?”

“Ding Fanqiu isn’t enough… They’re demanding for a heaven-grade weapon,” Hua Wudao’s voice seemed to falter as he said this. It felt as though he was speaking on the Yun Sect’s behalf.

This was the Evil Sky Pavilion after all. Nobody could guarantee that the pavilion master would not be angered when he heard this.

Lu Zhou’s expression appeared calm. It was impossible for his wizened face to show as many expressions as the younger generation after all.

Mingshi Yin said, “Their greed knows no end. The Evil Sky Pavilion is graceful enough to strike a deal with them, and they dare to demand a heaven-grade weapon? Do you know how precious heaven-grade weapons are?”

Clearly, the Yun Sect felt that Ding Fanqiu’s worth was too low. That was why they came up with a second demand. Although Ding Fanqiu was a Five-leaf elite, in their eyes, Ding Fanqiu was not worth a sable magnolia.

Their opponent was far stronger than they could ever imagine since he was capable of breezing through the barriers and wards and appearing without anyone noticing.

The green-robed swordsman spoke gently, “There’s no need to be flustered, everyone. I have an appointment with the Sword Saint. Can you announce my arrival to him?”

The disciples sighed with relief. Fortunately, this green-robed swordsman was not an enemy.

Sword Saint Luo Shisan had been famous for a long time. It was not surprising his friend was such an elite.

“Oh, you’re a friend of our master! Please wait for a moment, senior. I’ll inform my master now.”

“Thank you.”

The disciple ran to the place where Luo Shisan was cultivating in seclusion. A surge of powerful Primal Qi blasted the door away! Several energy blades shot out from within.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The energy blades flew to the sword altar and rose into the air toward the horizons.

“Uh…” The disciples were flustered.

The energy blades were targeted at the green-robed swordsman.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The green-robed swordsman seemed to be taking this easily. A wall of energy appeared before him, keeping the energy blades at bay. In just a blink of an eye, the energy blades vanished into thin air.

Sword Saint Luo Shisan stepped out of the room and flew into the air with his hands on his back.

“Master!”

“Master!”

The disciples greeted him.

Luo Shisan ignored them. He rose all the way up to a spot a few dozens of meters away from the green-robed swordsman before he came to a halt. “You’ve come.”

As the green-robed swordsman looked at Luo Shishan, who was slightly old but unmistakably an elite, a faint satisfied smile could be seen on his face. “… The current you are acceptable. This will be interesting.”

“I thought that you’d be too afraid to come… Although there aren’t many Yun Sect cultivators in the sword altar, this isn’t a place any scoundrel can easily trespass upon. Aren’t you worried that I might have laid a trap for you?”

“I’ll just have to kill you another time, is all.”

Luo Shisan nodded and said, “I’ve been in the cultivation world for a long time. I don’t have to stoop so low. I’m different from the likes of you who’s from the Fiend Path after all. If there’s a fight, I would fight fairly.”

“That’s good.”

Luo Shishan did not dare to let his guard down against this seemingly casual green-robed swordsman. He cupped his fists respectfully and declared with a loud voice, “The Yun Sect’s sword altar’s First Seat, Luo Shisan, is here to fight as promised!”

“Yu Shangrong.” The green-robed swordsman smiled and cupped his fists perfunctorily.