My Disciples Are All Villains

The soldiers were emboldened by the cultivators’ motivational words, and they stood their ground firmly.

Lu Zhou and Little Yuan’er had arrived at the entrance of the warehouse at this moment. They were slightly taken aback when they saw several thousands of soldiers and several hundreds of cultivators before them.

It was clear that everything was a trap. Lu Zhou said calmly, “This is a trap.” It seemed like this had been planned for the start. Since the trap had been laid out, it was only natural that they could not find what they wanted in the warehouse. That thing had to be hidden or it was still somewhere on the riverbed.

Little Yuan’er asked in a soft voice, “What do we do now? Do we charge through their ranks?”

“There’s no need for that,” Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, “Since that person likes being in the spotlight, let him do it.”

Little Yuan’er pouted and said, “A Four-leaf avatar… This won’t be interesting at all.” She was used to a grander display of strength after all. It was only natural that she disdained an avatar of this level. It was similar to how a person who was used to riding legendary mounts would feel if they were offered a low-grade mount. How could they not feel disdainful?

However, for the other cultivators, a Four-leaf Golden Lotus Avatar could be considered an elite among elites.

The cultivators who were hovering in the air gulped. They were wary of the avatar’s intimidating power. No one dared to make a move against a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm elite at this moment.

Meanwhile, Ding Fanqiu’s three disciples had expressions of admiration on their faces.

The female disciple glanced at Little Yuan’er and said mockingly, “Little girl, don’t be arrogant just because you had a stroke of luck and managed to defeat me earlier. With your strength, you won’t even be able to make a single move against my master.”

Little Yuan’er snorted. “Loser.”

“You…” The female disciple wanted to retort. However, now was not the time to bicker. She had no choice but to let the matter go for now. Moreover, if they fought, there was no doubt she would be in a disadvantageous position. After all, her master was not in the position to protect his disciples now.

The energy swirling around the Four-leaf avatar glowed faintly, forming energy seals. Then, they shot out.

Lu Zhou remarked offhandedly, “Daoist Mudras.” He did not expect Ding Fanqiu would use Daoist Mudras.

Daoist Mudras were different from Zen Sect’s Mudras. Zen Sect’s Mudras relied on the Golden Body’s support and the cultivator’s own Primal Qi. The two were then combined to form energy that was the fierce Buddhist power. On the other hand, Daoist Mudras mainly manipulated the Primal Qi in the area so it gave one better range. Regardless, both Mudras were connected. Their differences were not as distinct as one might imagine.

The densely packed Mudras shot toward the soldiers and cultivators.

Puh! Puh! Puh!

The soldiers were sent flying by the Mudras. Some of the cultivators turned to flee when they saw things were not in their favor.

“Retreat! Don’t fight him! Wear him down!”

“Prepare the Witchcraft Formation!”

Many cultivators stood far away. Their cultivation bases were barely enough to protect them from the avatar’s intimidating aura. They had no additional strength to fight back.

Ding Fanqiu controlled his Mudras like a heavenly maiden scattering blossoms. In just a blink of an eye, he took out several hundred soldiers. It was as though a flood had just washed over the area.

The sound of people screaming rang in the air.

The remaining soldiers retreated further away.

Ding Fanqiu said loudly, “Who dares to stop me from leaving?” This was not his first time here. He knew there were many witchcraft traps here. If this fight dragged out and the elites from the palace arrived, he would not be able to escape.

Ding Fanqiu’s deep voice resounded in all directions. His voice could be clearly heard in every corner of the place. The houses, buildings, and fishing boats shook from the soundwave of his voice.

The soldiers retreated again.

“Get back! Everyone, get back!”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The soldiers retreated swiftly. It was better for them to retreat than to throw away their lives in vain. Their mission was to protect the witchcraft traps and wait for the elites from the palace to arrive.

Ding Fanqiu’s expression darkened. He tapped the ground with the tip of his toes and launched himself into the air. His 50-feet avatar kept him hovering in place.

The reason why Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivators were so terrifying was due to the Hundred Tribulation Insight avatar. The higher the avatar rose, the wider its intimidation aura would spread.

When Ding Fanqiu leaped into the air, the energy around his avatar spread in all directions with overwhelming force.

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Mudras flew out like flower petals being scattered.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and nodded slightly. “He’s slightly accomplished in Mudras.”

“This is a slight accomplishment?” The Supreme Purity Jade Slip was all Little Yuan’er knew. She was not familiar with the cultivation methods of other sects.

Lu Zhou spoke slowly, “Daoist Mudras mainly manipulate the Primal Qi in their surroundings, condensing Qi into energy. For a great cultivator, even an avatar can be converted into energy. Zen Mudras are mainly created by the cultivator himself. Usually, they’re in the form of palm prints.”

“So, which one’s more powerful? The Daoist Mudras or the Zen Mudras?” Little Yuan’er asked curiously.

Lu Zhou nodded in approval. ‘Little Yuan’er’s interested to learn more. This is a good thing. She’ll surely become a great person in the future if I can groom her well.’

“Each has its own advantages. It’s impossible to compare them,” Lu Zhou said.

Little Yuan’er nodded.

“Ding! Teach Ci Yuan’er. Reward: 100 merit points.”

When Ding Fanqiu’s three disciples who were standing at the side heard Lu Zhou’s words, they were slightly taken aback.

“You’re quite knowledgeable, old mister. Indeed, our master is using Daoist Mudras!” The female disciple looked at the Mudras that covered the sky reverently. “However, Daoist Mudras have hand seals as well. There are 12 Daoist Mudras in total. The more profound one’s cultivation base is, the more powerful the hand seals will be. It won’t lose to Zen Mudras.”

Lu Zhou did not deign to look at the female cultivator. ‘A young junior who’s still wet behind the ears but is too proud to ask for guidance. She can view the sky from the bottom of the well forever.’

At the same time, Ding Fanqiu’s Mudras struck the soldiers and cultivators in the air who were not fast enough to move out of the way like killer butterflies. He sent all of them flying.

Those with cultivation bases lower than the Sense Condensing realm spat out blood and died on the spot. The Brahman Sea realm cultivators dropped to the ground and seemed to be in excruciating pain. Even the Divine Court realm cultivators had to descend from the air to repel the Mudras by using their Primal Qi.

Ding Fanqiu called out, “Elephant King.” With a wave of his hand, loud thuds reverberated through the surroundings.

From the forest, Elephant King came charging out. Although its speed was not fast, it trampled the enemies like a tank.

Many of the soldiers could not dodge in time and died on the spot. Some of them were impaled by Elephant King’s tusks and were tossed aside.

“Let’s go,” Ding Fanqiu said after he turned around.

The soldiers and cultivators did not dare to go near the avatar. They could only look on helplessly.

“Little girl, come to my side.” Ding Fanqiu descended slowly along with his avatar.

Boom!

The instant Ding Fanqiu landed, the ground shook. This served as a powerful intimidation, further discouraging the soldiers and cultivators from attacking them.

Ding Fanqiu cast his eyes into the distance. It seemed like the cultivators were growing in numbers. “The people from the palace are here.”

‘Hm? Why isn’t the little girl coming over?’ Initially, Ding Fanqiu thought Little Yuan’er would immediately rush to his side out of fear. However, he discovered that not only did Little Yuan’er seem unafraid, but she was observing everything curiously. Moreover, a hint of disdain could be seen in her eyes as she looked around.

Lu Zhou said calmly, “Elephant King won’t make it.”

Elephant King could make a great impact and was a wonderful war machine. However, it could not fly.

Ding Fanqiu looked at Little Yuan’er pitifully as though she did not know what was good for her. He persuaded her again, “Little girl, let’s go before it’s too late!”