My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 369 The Patriarch

Chapter 369 The Patriarch

Pan Litian’s attack shocked everyone.

Even Mingshi Yin, Hua Wudao, and Little Yuan’er did not expect Pan Litian to attack so suddenly.

Pan Litian cultivated genuine Daoist cultivation methods, not escaping techniques such as the Dao Invisibility. Hence, if it came to head-on conflicts like this, his combat strength was greater than Leng Luo’s. Therefore, Leng Luo would never fight him head-on.

When Leng Luo heard the slight against himself by Pan Litian as Pan Litian attacked, he retorted, “I don’t understand how some people can take pride in bullying the weak with their weapons.”

Pan Litian laughed before he burped and said, “Well, that’s all I’ve got.”

On the Luo Sect’s holy land.

The elders hastily rushed up to Chu Nan to check on his injuries.

Several energy blasts reached Chu Nan at the same time, clearing the path. “Grand Elder!”

“Elder Chu!”

Chu Nan was lying on his back, facing the skies. His eyes were wide open. His face was red as though he had been holding his breath for a long time. After a while, it seemed like he could no longer endure it, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His blood stained the ground, looking like the petals of red peach blossoms. After taking in a deep breath, he pointed with his right hand with great difficulties. “Y-you...”

Pan Litian seemed surprised that Chu Nan was still alive as he toyed with the gourd bottle in his hand.

Leng Luo chuckled and said, “Is that what you meant by fatal? That’s nothing.”

“My cultivation base isn’t fully recovered yet. I miscalculated...” Pan Litian said sheepishly.

The two Old Age Pavilion’s members hovered next to each other in the air. Their presence alone was enough to intimidate the elites of the Three Sects.

The elders and disciples of the Three Sects looked up at the old man who had just appeared.

Pan Litian’s hair was disheveled, and his skin was as wrinkled as an old tree bark.

‘Who’s that old man? Surely his name has to be renowned if he’s able to defeat Grand Elder Chu Nan with just a strike?’ Finally, Fang Wenxian, the Grand Elder of the Tian Sect, cupped his fists and asked, “How should I address you, senior?” Pan Litian said lazily, “What... Who’s trying to ask for my name so he can seek revenge in the future?”

Leng Luo shook his head and said, “Pan Litian, a righteous man should never conceal his name regardless of his actions. Are you afraid?”

As soon as Leng Luo mentioned Pan Litian’s name, a wave seemed to ripple through the crowd. It was as though a pebble had been thrown into a still lake.

The elders huddled together in discussion.

Pan Litian was the strongest elite of the Clarity Sect. He had left the Clarity Sect centuries ago and had gone missing. How did he end up joining the Evil Sky Pavilion? The elders were in shock and disbelief. Naturally, they were feeling worried as well. It dawned on them that it would be impossible for them to drive the Evil Sky Pavilion with this lineup.

The Tian Sect did not seem as bothered. However, the people from the Yun Sect had grave expressions on their faces.

The Yun Sect held a grudge against the Evil Sky Pavilion after all. If the Evil Sky Pavilion decided to kill them, what were they supposed to do? Most importantly, what could they do?

Zhao Ji, the Grand Elder of the Yun Sect, finally said, “I see, so it’s Elder Pan.”

“I don’t want to waste words with you. Go and fetch your patriarch now. I’m not a patient man,” Pan Litian replied. He released his gourd bottle, and it circled around him. A faint golden energy was faintly discernible in the air.

Zhao Ji’s expression soured.

At this moment, Hua Wudao stepped forward and looked at Zhao Ji. “Zhao Ji.”

Zhao Ji frowned. “Elder Hua?”

Everyone in the Yun Sect knew that Hua Wudao had left the Yun Sect to challenge Ji Tiandao in the Evil Sky Pavilion. The Yun Sect was supportive of him in his bid to overcome his inner demons. However, it was completely out of their expectations that he would end up joining the Evil Sky Pavilion. This, naturally, outraged the people in the Yun Sect. All of them condemned him and thought he was a disgrace to the sect.

Hua Wudao looked down at Zhao Ji and said, “Tell your patriarch to show himself.”

“Hua Wudao... How could you...”

Whoosh!

Hua Wudao leaped down. As he descended, he unleashed the Nine-script Six Compatible Seal. The Eight Trigrams and nine scripts expanded outward. The golden scripts were brilliant and dazzling. He did not use it as an offensive move now. Previously, he had used it to disperse Ba Wu’s poisonous gas in the Evil Sky Pavilion. Now, he used it to intimidate the others. After all, the technique made for a majestic display. Although he only unleashed his skill for an instant, it was enough to prove that he had a profound cultivation base.

“Nine scripts, Six Compatible Seal? Seven-leaf?” Zhao Ji’s eyes were filled with incredulity. The Luo Sect’s elders suddenly understood why they were told that they were not worthy to speak to the master of the Evil Sky Pavilion Master. Just the men that the Evil Sky Pavilion’s was leagues above the people from the Three Sects. None of the Sect Leaders of the Three Sects were here. What right did they have to talk to the Evil Sky Pavilion’s master? It was clear the absence of their sect leaders was an act of disrespect against the Evil Sky Pavilion!

Hua Wudao landed in the center of the first holy land’s plaza. He surveyed his surroundings before he said, “Go and fetch your patriarch... Don’t you think it’s embarrassing to show your petty schemes in front of several old seniors?”

The faces of the elders of the Three Sects turned red from embarrassment.

Hua Wudao was originally an elder of the Yun Sect. Although he had joined the Evil Sky Pavilion, the people of Yun Sect still respected him despite being outraged. It was ingrained into them after all. Moreover, his words made sense. Ji Tiandao, Leng Luo, Pan Litian, Hua Wudao were all experienced and knowledgeable elites. When they roamed the lands, all of them were still in their mothers’ wombs. They were just humiliating themselves by trying to use their petty schemes against these people.

At this moment, Lu Zhou who was still in the cloud-splitting chariot finally spoke. “Yun Tianluo, come out...” His voice was deep and loud.

Then, a strange thing happened. His voice rolled out in a discernible waves toward the other nine holy lands. Circles of light rippled out from the flying chariot...

The people of the Three Sects looked up. A mixture of shock, awe, and disbelief brimmed in their eyes as they looked at the soundwaves. They began to feel skeptical. Was Lu Zhou truly at the Eight-leaf stage and not higher?

Even Leng Luo and Pan Litian, who were Eight-leaf cultivators themselves, appeared shocked. They could not determine which sect this technique belonged to. The Confucian and Buddhist Sects had more powerful sound techniques while the Daoist Sects were less skilled in this area. The power behind the soundwave was not strong, in fact, it could even be considered as weak. However, the soundwaves’ penetrative force was great. They easily breached the barriers and Formation as they rippled through the mountains.

When the soundwaves finally disappeared, the entire place was deathly still. No one dared to make a sound nor move.

The elders of the Three Sects and the hundreds of disciples who hovered in the air looked at the Heaven’s Virtue. It was where their patriarch was cultivating in seclusion...

The clouds parted, the fog lifted, and the azure skies could now be seen.

The clouds and fog around Heaven’s Virtue parted as a mysterious wind blew.

Shortly after, from the middle of Heaven’s Virtue, another soundwave rippled out. It was deep and powerful as well. A hint of annoyance could be heard in the tone. “Strike your mouths!”

The people of the Three Sects thought this was directed at the people of the Evil Sky Pavilion. They were about to rejoice in their hearts when they saw the Primal Qi of the soundwave suddenly condensing into energy. Palm-shaped energies struck the cheeks of everyone from the Three Sects.

“Have mercy, patriarch!”

“Have mercy, patriarch!”

The disciples of the Three Sects fell to their knees and cried out in unison.