My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 30: Listen To Me, Don’t Provoke Them

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“The Azure Dragon Association is destroyed? Who did that?” Ye Tianxin furrowed her brow slightly.

“We don’t know. But, judging from the traces of fight left at the scene, the attacker should be a cultivator who has opened all eight meridians of the Brahma Sea realm.”

Zhao Yue said from the side, “Could it be Little Yuan’er?”

“Little Junior Sister is a Divine Court expert. With her character, it is possible for her to kill all the people, but she wouldn’t conceal her cultivation base,” Ye Tianxin analyzed.

“What if that old man left Golden Court Mountain with her?” Zhao Yue asked again.

Ye Tianxin shook her head. “It’s unlikely. But, to be on the safe side, I’ll send a man to the Ci Family to investigate. Someone…”

“Yes, Master!”

“Bring these portraits and hide in the Ci Family. Once you see them, report back immediately.”

“I understand!”

Ye Tianxin waved a hand, and the two portraits hanging on the screen flew over to the man: one was Ji Tiandao, with a head of white hair and an old face, and the other was the cute-looking Little Yuan’er in blue clothes.

After giving out the order, she said again, “As for the token of the imperial army…”

“This thing can be used to mobilize the imperial army and has always been in the hand of the Great Yan’s emperor. It has a unique dragon carving to show the world. How did it appear in Anyang?” Zhao Yue said curiously.

“It doesn’t matter. Although the imperial army will obey the token, it is not so easy to be mobilized. There are only two possibilities: someone has faked it, or the emperor is here but dressed as a commoner. However, Great Yan has been plagued by wars in the recent years, so the emperor wouldn’t do something so risky.”

“That makes sense.”

A smile brushed Ye Tianxin’s lips as she said, “Don’t worry, Senior Sister, everything is under my control…”

…

Meanwhile, Lu Zhou and Little Yuan’er arrived outside the Murong Family.

“Little Yuan’er, you’re being too high-profile, and I’m afraid that you have attracted the attention of others. From now on, you will do as I say.”

“I understand, Master.”

“What would you do if the masterminds behind the kidnapping are your senior brothers and sisters?” Lu Zhou had a feeling that even if it were not done by them, it must have something to do with them.

“It can’t be them…They have treated me very kindly, and they won’t have the hearts to kidnap my father and mother,” said Little Yuan’er as she twisted her hair with a finger.

Lu Zhou shook his head and thought, ‘She’s still too simple…’

“Let’s go in!” He walked up the steps.

“I’ll knock the door for you, Master…”

“Just kick it open.”

Little Yuan’er, “???”

Bam!

The door was kicked open. Hearing the noise, guards poured out like bees, and when they saw that the intruders were just an old man and a little girl, one of them growled, “How dare you kick the door of the Murong family? Take them down!”

Lu Zhou glanced at the guards and waved a hand. Little Yuan’er did not understand the gesture, so she asked, “Retreat?”

“Beat them.”

“I like this!” After she was beaten by her master, Little Yuan’er had been feeling down and depressed, but she had no way to vent out. Feeling overjoyed now, the little girl immediately jumped into the crowd like a wolf leaping into a herd of sheep, kicking and punching at every man, moving here and there as fast as a bolt of lightning.

Before the guards could catch up with her movements, they were all knocked flying away, and none could come out with a counterattack. In just a brief moment, the fight had ended.

Little Yuan’er clapped her hands with satisfaction and said, “Grandpa, they are too weak!”

Lu Zhou was speechless. What was there to be shown off when a Divine Court expert bullied a bunch of guards at the early stage of Body Tempering realm? The guards were in a miserable state. All of them lay on the ground with bloody noses and swollen faces, moaning painfully and struggling to get up to their feet.

The noises immediately attracted the attention of other people in the residence. Before long, the head of the family, Murong Hai, strode over with several cultivators. When he saw what happened, he glared at Lu Zhou and asked, “Who are you?”

Lu Zhou said in a faint voice, “Is Wang Fugui in your residence?”

“He forged the token of the imperial army, so I’ve arrested him and sent him to the authorities.”

Lu Zhou frowned slightly. No one had dared to talk to him like that when he was on Golden Court Mountain.

“Yuan’er, make him talk properly.”

“I understand.” Little Yuan’er chuckled as she exercised her fists and said, “Hey, you better talk properly.”

“And who is this insolent girl? Didn’t your parents teach you manners…”

Before Murong Hai could finish, however, Little Yuan’er had disappeared from where she stood, leaving numerous afterimages in the void as she approached him and those around him. In the blink of an eye, she had knocked them all to the ground.

“An eight-meridians Brahma Sea expert!” Murong Hai slumped to the ground and looked at Little Yuan’er with an unsightly face while the rest clutched their chests, unable to move.

“Oh? You seem to be tougher than the others…” Little Yuan’er was very curious, and she was about to hit him again.

“No! Stop! Please stop!” Murong Hai kept waving his hands while pleading. “Somebody, release the man! Wang Fugui is fine, he’s fine.”

Before long, Wang Fugui was brought over, with bruises all over his face and both hands bound behind his back.

As the saying went, ‘When one beats a dog, one must answer to its master.’ Little Yuan’er’s nostrils flared immediately on seeing that sight.

“Grandpa…”

“Do as you like.”

Little Yuan’er cracked her knuckles and showed her teeth, “Who beat Fugui?”

A hush fell over the crowd as no one dared to answer her. Who would dare to admit it at this moment, especially after she displayed her formidable strength? The cultivators of the Murong Family were no different from ordinary people before her.

“You did it.” Little Yuan’er pointed at Murong Hai.

“No…not me…” Murong Hai waved repeatedly. How could Wang Fugui, a mere servant, be worthy of being tortured by him personally, who was the head of a great family?

“Yes, it was you.” Little Yuan’er came in front of Murong Hai with a blink and lifted her fist before throwing it at his face.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Lu Zhou looked away.

After a few shrieks, Murong Hai’s face had become swollen and his nose bled. “Why did you do this to me? I have no grievances or enmity with you…” he said in a sobbing voice.

Lu Zhou asked, “Do you know about the kidnapping of the Ci Family?”

The crowd fell silent.

“Don’t be in a hurry to answer,” Lu Zhou added. Then, he turned to Little Yuan’er and said, “If I feel that he is lying to me, Little Yuan’er…I want you to break his leg for me.”

“Alright, Grandpa!” Little Yuan’er became extremely excited when she heard that she could beat someone.

Murong Hai grew distressed. ‘What should I answer? Can anyone tell me?’

The rest of the people could not help but take a step backward.

“Yes, I know about it,” he nodded and said.

“Who did it?”

“I only know that they are backed by formidable cultivators. Although my family and the Ci Family are sworn enemies, we lack the ability to kidnap hundreds of people from their residence in just one night,” said Murong Hai.

“Formidable cultivators?”

Murong Hai glanced at Wang Fugui. He guessed this old man should have a very good relationship with the Ci Family, so he said, “Old Mister, listen to me, don’t provoke these people.”

“Do you know them?”

Shaking his head, Murong Hai said, “Not really. I just know that this group of cultivators is related to Golden Court Mountain. Do you know about Golden Court Mountain?”

“No. Tell me about it.”

‘He has not heard of the Golden Court Mountain…And judging from his aura and mannerism, he should be a hermit, a cultivator who shuts himself from the world…’ Murong Hai thought.

“There is a villainous patriarch living on the Golden Court Mountain. He has nine disciples, and each of them is a famous villain. It is very likely that the group of cultivators is related to some villains of the Golden Court Mountain…They kill people without batting their eyes and do all kinds of evil deeds. Old Mister, I can tell that you are a kind man, but you must not provoke them.”