My Disciples Are All Villains

Ding Fanqiu had never met a young person with such outstanding talent for cultivation like Little Yuan’er. She was undoubtedly better than his female disciple. ‘If she becomes my disciple, she’ll definitely be of great help to me. What a shame!’ He looked at Little Yuan’er regretfully as these thoughts ran through his mind. After a while, he raised his hand slightly and the 50-feet tall Four-leaf Golden Lotus Avatar disappeared.

The soldiers and cultivators immediately felt the pressure disappear.

With a tap of his foot, Ding Fanqiu shot toward Elephant King with movements as swift as a swallow. His three disciples hovered above Elephant King’s chariot. They guarded against the cultivators who might attack them. He entered the chariot and sat down gracefully. Even without making a move, his aura alone was enough to keep the soldiers at bay.

Lu Zhou shook his head. He was not interested in these things. If he wanted to leave, he could have summoned Whitzard to take them away at any time.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Elephant King stomped its feet on the ground, sending out tremors.

Every time Ding Fanqiu raised his hand, a soldier died.

Ding Fanqiu was about to leave when faint purple circles appeared under the feet of the soldiers. The circles were strange and mysterious. A substance that resembled green smoke began to rise from the purple circles.

“The Grand Witchcraft Formation!” One of the cultivators shouted, “Take these intruders down! You’ll be handsomely rewarded!” A commander seemed to have emerged among the cultivators.

When the Grand Witchcraft Formation was activated, the commander finally revealed himself. He slowly rose into the air with a huge blade on his back.

Elephant King was an animal, after all. Although it had absorbed Primal Qi in the cultivation world, which made it terrifying and ferocious, its intelligence was nowhere comparable to humans. When it saw the faint purple circles, it retreated.

Ding Fanqiu’s expression darkened. He waved his arm and forced Elephant King forward.

Toot!

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Elephant King’s trumpeting sent soundwaves rolling across the mountain forest and beyond. However, it did not advance. Instead, it seemed to be retreating!

“Livestock!” Ding Fanqiu cursed and leaped into the air again as energy surged out of his body.

“Hundred Tribulation Insight!”

‘Hundred Tribulation Insight avatar? That’s an ultimate skill. It consumes a lot of Primal Qi!’ Lu Zhou had difficulties understanding Ding Fanqiu’s action. It was not rational to expend so much energy at this time. After all, these people were only small fries. ‘What are you going to do when the elites from the palace arrive?’ Ding Fanqiu did not have Peak Form Cards that would grant him limitless energy after all.

When the Hundred Tribulation Insight Avatar appeared, the cultivators who prepared to advance retreated again. Their movements and actions seemed rehearsed.

The substances that had risen were not smoke. It was part of witchcraft. Someone had used witchcraft to turn Primal Qi into iron-clad traps. Interestingly, the soldiers and cultivators were not affected by it.

“Sky Energy Seal!” Similar to before, the avatar launched countless Mudras in the air.

Even with the Mudras unrelenting assault, the light purple circles remained unaffected. It seemed to have slowed down, but that was it. There were no miraculous effects.

At this moment, the circles had covered the grounds. As the circles grew, they began to merge with each other, forming interlinking circles. They began to shine brightly as the Great Witchcraft Formation was completely activated!

Elephant King retreated again.

Toot!

If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe that the epic overlord of the forest, Elephant King, would be fearful as well. No matter how much its master urged it forward, it refused to move and continued to retreat.

The witchcraft circles kept expanding. They continued to grow at a speed that was unaffected by the Hundred Tribulation Insight’s aura.

At this moment, Ding Fanqiu’s three disciples had a worried expression on their faces. It seemed like the Grand Witchcraft Formation was much more fearsome than they had expected. Although Ding Fanqiu’s cultivation base was in the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm, there was nothing he could do to the circles. Who was this elite from the palace who set up this Grand Witchcraft Formation?

Ding Fanqiu’s brows were knitted together. He looked at the Grand Witchcraft Formation that kept growing, closing in on him.

The soldiers and cultivators advanced as the circles grew.

“The river.” Ding Fanqiu instantly recalled his Hundred Tribulation Insight avatar. He had expended too much energy to maintain his powerful avatar. He had to conserve his strength. The only place that seemed calmer was the surface of the Measure Heaven River. Perhaps, he would be able to escape from there. In just a blink of an eye, he and his disciples turned tail, abandoning Elephant King. When they turned around, they saw Lu Zhou and Little Yuan’er looking at them as though they were watching a show.

Lu Zhou said indifferently, “The river has already been covered by the witchcraft circles… They’ve already spread to the bottom of the river.”

Ding Fanqiu frowned slightly. He rose into the air and looked down at the surface of the river near the jetty. Indeed, the river’s surface was now covered by the light purple circles that were expanding.

They could not touch the witchcraft circles. Otherwise, they would be shackled! Moreover, the circles would corrode their cultivation bases until nothing was left. At that time, they would be like pieces of meat on their enemies’ chopping board.

Elephant King continued to trumpet. Its body was too huge so it could not get past the buildings. It did not take long before the witchcraft circles reached it.

The witchcraft circles seemed to have eyes of their own. They tied Elephant King down, the rising green smoke seemed like vines now. They looked extremely terrifying.

Elephant King struggled for a moment before it completely lost its strength to fight back.

These witchcraft circles were clearly the same type of trap Mingshi Yin had fallen into. This was a binding Grand Witchcraft Formation.

Meanwhile, Lu Zhou remained calm. He was waiting for an opportunity and for the caster of the Grand Witchcraft Formation to appear. Since they found nothing in the warehouse, he had no choice but to investigate this person from the palace.

On the other hand, Ding Fanqiu no longer had the dignified air of the Master of Evil Sky Pavilion that he had been putting on before this. He was frowning, nobody knew what he was thinking about. He had a feeling the old man before him had a plan. “Old householder, you seem calm. Do you have a plan?”

Lu Zhou shook his head and said, “I don’t.”

“Forget it.” Ding Fanqiu turned around with his hands on his back. He looked at the witchcraft circles intently.

The cultivators did not leave the witchcraft circles. They were waiting for the circles to close in on Ding Fanqiu and the others. A short while later, the witchcraft circles were barely dozens of meters away from them.

At this moment, the commander of the cultivators flew toward them and said from above, “Yo, isn’t this the Fiend Path’s Patriarch whose name shocks the heavens? Where did your arrogance go?”

When Ding Fanqiu unleashed his Hundred Tribulation Insight avatar, the commander had hidden himself. He only revealed himself when the Grand Witchcraft Formation was activated.

“We were told that you were coming. The palace has ordered for the Grand Witchcraft Formation to be set up. We were waiting for you to take the bait,” the commander said, “I’ve never seen a Grand Witchcraft Formation as magnificent as this one in all my life. What do you think? How does it compare to the barrier around Golden Court Mountain?”

When he heard the middle-aged man’s mocking words. Ding Fanqiu said in his deep voice, “Preposterous! Hundred Tribulation Insight!” His 50-feet tall Hundred Tribulation Insight Four-leaf avatar appeared again and sprouted another leaf!

Boom!

Waves and waves of energy rolled off the avatar. The soldiers and cultivators who had thought victory was in the bag were sent flying at this moment.

At this moment, Ding Fanqiu’s three disciples looked at him reverently.

“This is my master’s true strength!”

Lu Zhou’s brows merely twitched slightly before his expression turned indifferent again.