Chapter 49
Chapter 49: A Newcomer
The Unnamed sword flew back into Lu Zhou’s palm as a faint, pale blue light flashed across its edges. Just when he was about to test it further, he heard a calling from outside the chamber.
“Master, Pan Zhong from the Clarity Sect begs for an audience with you.”
He clenched his palm, and the sword disappeared.
Although his few attempts at the lucky draw were not that smooth, he somehow managed to get something. At present, he was still not familiar with the Unnamed, and he would have to take some time to understand it. Moreover, due to his weak cultivation base, he could not fully unleash its power.
As for Bi An, he could only study it when he was free.
After Lu Zhou left the chamber, the edge of the saber placed on the weapon rack flashed with a pale blue light and cracked with a small line.
When he stood outside, Lu Zhou realized that he had not come out for a long time. The outside world was so bright that he felt uncomfortable for a moment. A few people were waiting for him in the great hall.
“Old Senior!”
“Old…Mister!”
Two men hastily knelt upon seeing Lu Zhou.
Little Yuan’er trotted over to help him as she smiled and said, “Master, when I went to the station to gather information, I saw both of them kneeling outside the shield, so I brought them up. Master won’t blame me, right?”
As he knelt on the ground, Pan Zhong glanced at the old man in front of him from the corner of his eye from time to time. He found it hard to imagine that this ordinary-looking old man was the villainous patriarch of Golden Court Mountain the world feared. The man beside him was Murong Hai, who was shaking and dared not to raise his head.
“You’re not causing any trouble in the station, are you?” Lu Zhou lightly knocked her head.
“No, I didn’t…and I got a lot of information!” Little Yuan’er said.
Lu Zhou nodded and turned his eyes to the two men.
“Stand up and talk.”
Pan Zhong got up without a problem, but Murong Hai staggered when he rose and nearly fell back down. When he finally stood up straight, his eyes met with Lu Zhou’s, and he trembled and dropped to his knees again.
“Old Mister…please spare my life! I was blind to have not recognized a mighty figure like you!”
‘What have I done to you? I’ve treated you kindly along the way, but why do you sound as if I’ve murdered your whole family?’ Lu Zhou thought to himself. However, he remained calm and expressionless. “Yuan’er,” he called in an indifferent voice.
“Yes, Master?”
“Send him away.”
“I understand, Master.”
Murong Hai paused, but before he could say anything, Little Yuan’er had lifted him like a chick and bolted down the mountain. Pan Zhong was speechless and swallowed at the sight of that, thinking that his plan of joining Golden Court Mountain would not end well.
“Pan Zhong,” Lu Zhou’s eyes fell on him.
The other shuddered as he cupped his fist and said, “Old Senior!”
Lu Zhou did not speak but turned to a chair and sat down slowly.
“Do you really want to join my Golden Court Mountain?” Lu Zhou’s eyes were deep, his voice old but powerful.
Plop!
Pan Zhong knelt and cupped his fist, “Yes, I wish to join the Golden Court Mountain. Please accept me, Old Senior!”
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and glanced at Pan Zhong’s eyes. ‘Although he only cultivates the Three Yin Styles and has brought himself a body filled with a bitter chill, he is actually a talented man.’
After considering for a brief moment, he said faintly, “People all over the world are afraid of me. Righteous sects and cultivators all over the world want to get rid of me. Even my disciples want to kill me…”
Pan Zhong’s heart fluttered when he heard that. He did not know what Lu Zhou was going to do and what his purpose of saying that was.
“After you join Golden Court Mountain, I’ll naturally protect you. However, if one day…” Lu Zhou paused.
Pan Zhong finally understood, and he quickly kowtowed while saying, “If I harbor ill intentions against Master one day, I will be cut into a thousand pieces alive!”
His loyalty had increased by ten percent.
“Very good!” Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said. “I always honor my words. You may rise…”
“Thank you, Old Senior!” Pan Zhong stood up nervously.
Right then, Mingshi Yin walked into the great hall. His face was all smiles, and he was in high spirits.
He nodded at Pan Zhong before dropping to his knees in front of Lu Zhou, “Master, I’ve broken through into the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm!”
Pan Zhong was shocked when he heard that. Any cultivator who could reach this realm was an expert, and Golden Court Mountain had produced a few of them. So, how could he not be shocked?
Lu Zhou nodded and said, “When you enter the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm, you will gain the Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar. Your cultivation base will be different with each leaf your avatar opens. Remember, you must not be arrogant and look down on others!”
“I will remember Master’s teaching!” Mingshi Yin kowtowed honestly.
‘Ding! You have disciplined Mingshi Yin and are rewarded with 100 merit points.’
Pan Zhong was puzzled as he watched that. He heard others say that the old villain of Golden Court Mountain was a short-tempered man, who killed people without batting an eye and was cruel and merciless in the way he treated his disciples. However, what he witnessed now was completely different from what he had heard. Instead, he felt that the old senior was a good teacher, and he was so much better than those old bigots of the Clarity Sect!
Instead, he felt that the old senior was a good teacher and so much better than those old bigots of the Clarity Sect!
“Master, I had gone to teach Ye Tianxin a lesson when I heard she was being locked up in the Cave of Reflection!” Mingshi Yin said.
Lu Zhou’s face was calm. ‘So, it is Old Fourth who did that.’ However, he thought that it was inappropriate to deal with Ye Tianxin in a rush, so he said, “Let her reflect on herself in the cave. Also, Old Eighth and Old Fifth are involved in the kidnapping of the Ci Family as well.”
Mingshi Yin rolled his eyes and said, “Master, since I’ve just stepped into the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm, I need to practice my skills with someone. Why don’t I go capture Old Eighth and bring him back, so that Master can punish him?”
He did not mention his fifth junior sister Zhao Yue, because no one knew where she had gone.
‘Although Old Eighth is weak, he is backed by Old Seventh. Even if Mingshi Yin brings him back, it won’t do much good and will also alert Old Seventh…’
After considering for a moment, Lu Zhou waved his hand and said, “Leave him alone for now.”
Mingshi Yin was puzzled, but he bowed and said, “I understand, Master!”
“I’m tired, leave me!”
“Yes, Master!”
Mingshi Yin winked at Pan Zhong, who looked somewhat absent-minded.
“Se-Senior?”
However, Mingshi Yin dragged him out of Evil Sky Pavilion. When they got outside, he grinned wickedly and said, “You are the newcomer?”
“Greetings…Fourth…Mister Fourth.”
“Haha! I like that! Hey, do you want to look at my Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar?”
Pan Zhong, “???”
Right then, Little Yuan’er bolted up the mountain, leaving numerous afterimages behind her.
“Fourth Senior Brother!”
“Little Junior Sister? You’re here just in time! Come and have a look at my Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar.” Mingshi Yin stretched out his arms as if he were going to hit someone.
Little Yuan’er hurriedly said, “I’ll look at it next time, Senior Brother. There is a group of cultivators at the foot of the mountain. I suspect someone is trying to invade Golden Court Mountain again!”
Mingshi Yin was overjoyed when he heard that, “Excellent! I’ll go and have a look now. You don’t have to trouble Master with this kind of trifle matter. I can kill them all alone!”
“Senior Brother, they are all female cultivators from the Derived Moon Palace!”
Before she could say that, however, Mingshi Yin had already disappeared. Pan Zhong looked confused and did not know whether he should follow or not. Little Yuan’er stamped her feet helplessly. When she turned around and saw his stupid look, she said angrily, “What are you looking at? I’ll cut your eyes out if you look again!”
Pan Zhong, “…”
‘When…when did I look at her?’