My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 50: Request Asylum

Mingshi Yin could not wait to show his new prowess. He unleashed his energy as he made his way down the mountain, eager to reach the foot as soon as possible. When he arrived and saw the cultivators outside the shield, he grinned wickedly and said, “Hundred Tribulations Insight!”

He was a Nascent Divinity Tribulation expert after all. Although his avatar was only twenty feet tall, its prowess was not something that any Divine Court cultivators could compare with.

So, as soon as the group of female cultivators outside the shield saw the avatar, their expressions changed.

“An avatar? Hundred Tribulations Insight?” The leading female cultivator frowned.

“Run!” Someone wanted to flee.

“Wait...This Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar is smaller. He should be an early-stage Nascent Divinity Tribulation cultivator. The villainous patriarch’s avatar is over one hundred feet tall. This is not him!”

“Besides...where can we run to?”

Even as the female cultivators were discussing worriedly, the twenty-feet-tall avatar had arrived over them.

Mingshi Yin glanced at them and said coldly, “Who are you? How dare you trespass Golden Court Mountain!”

All the female cultivators dropped to their knees.

“Hmm?” Mingshi Yin furrowed his brow slightly, as this was not what he had expected. The scene he had imagined was that he would force them to surrender, but they would refuse and he eventually kill them all with an ultimate skill. He did not understand why they were on their knees begging for mercy as soon as he appeared.

The leading female cultivator summoned her courage and looked up at Mingshi Yin, who floated midair over them. She found that she did not know this man. However, she was sure that he was not the villainous patriarch of Golden Court Mountain.

“We are the disciples of the Derived Moon Palace! Please help us, Senior!”

“Please save us, Senior!”

All female cultivators bowed and cried out in unison.

Mingshi Yin was taken aback and felt embarrassed. It turned out that these female cultivators were not here to attack Golden Court Mountain, but for his sixth junior sister.

Their master had destroyed Ye Tianxin’s cultivation base and locked her up in the Cave of Reflection, so the disciples of the Derived Moon Palace had lost their leader. Meanwhile, as the three sects in the southern part of Great Yan did not want to clash with Golden Court Mountain, they would vent their anger on the Derived Moon Palace. The problem was, even if they needed help, they should not have come to Golden Court Mountain.

Mingshi Yin was puzzled and he carefully studied them. There were about a hundred bedraggled-looking female cultivators: some with messy hair, some badly wounded, and some who could not even stand by themselves.

He sighed and retracted his avatar as he descended from the air.

“For her crime of deserting the sect and betraying Master, Sixth Junior Sister is being locked up in the back of the mountain. Supposedly, all of you from the Derived Moon Palace should be punished as well. I don’t understand why you are here. Are you tired of living?” Mingshi Yin glanced at them with his wicked eyes, striking fear into their hearts.

The notoriety of the villains of Golden Court Mountain was not without foundation.

“Senior, please save us for our Palace Master’s sake!” the female cultivator pleaded.

This was beyond Mingshi Yin’s expectations. He wondered if the Derived Moon Palace were really so desperate and had nowhere else to turn to.

“No.” He turned away from them.

‘Are you kidding me? Your survival has nothing to do with me. You should count yourself lucky that I chose not to kill you...’

He was about to leave when he heard a bizarre bell drift over from a distance.

“Oh?” Mingshi Yin frowned slightly and turned around to look at the sky in the distance. The sky seemed to be enveloped in a dark cloud, from which came the bell ringing.

Hearing that, the female cultivators of the Derived Moon Palace turned pale with fear and quickly got up to run toward the shield. Unfortunately, only the people of Golden Court Mountain could travel freely through the shield. No matter how they tried, the shield stood in front of them like a solid brick wall, blocking them outside the mountain.

Mingshi Yin ignored the group of female cultivators and focused all his attention on the dark cloud. His intuition told him that it came with an ill intention. Moreover, someone who could travel in this way should be a mighty figure.

“The people of the Fiend Temple are here!”

“It’s the Fiend Temple!”

“Please, Senior, let us through!”

“We are willing to serve you!”

‘Are they really the female cultivators of the Derived Moon Palace under Ye Tianxin’s leadership who took the world by storm?’ thought Mingshi Yin as he gave them a sideways glance and felt slightly disappointed.

When a power lost their Nascent Divinity Tribulation expert, the remaining Divine Court cultivators were just underlings incapable of accomplishing anything, no matter how strong they were.

“The Fiend Temple?” Mingshi Yin felt strange. He thought the Derived Moon Palace should be attacked by the three sects from the southern part of Great Yan. What was up with the Fiend Temple then?

He glanced at the female cultivators again and felt unhappy when he saw them trembling in fear.

‘This is ridiculous! How can there be another power that is scarier than Golden Court Mountain? Why are they afraid of Fiend Temple but not Golden Court Mountain?’

It was not until the dark cloud got close enough that Mingshi Yin managed to see what it was exactly. It was not a dark cloud, but a square array with many cultivators forming up a ring around it, all of whom wore black robes. In the middle of the array was a huge ink-colored dragon chariot.

“Interesting!” Mingshi Yin clasped his hands behind his back and waited quietly.

The three men ranked on the top of the Black Roll were Ji Tiandao, Yu Zhenghai, and Zuo Xinchan.

The ranking of the Black Roll was determined by the evil deeds done by cultivators and not the level of their cultivation bases. However, in general, those who ranked in the Black Roll were either extremely strong or very cunning.

The person in the chariot was Zuo Xinchan, who was ranked third on the Black Roll and was also the number one expert of Fiend Temple, second only to their sect leader.

What made Mingshi Yin feel strange was the question as to why they suddenly attacked the Derived Moon Palace. Fiend Temple and Golden Court Mountain had always been minding their own business.

Ding!

The bell from the ink-colored dragon chariot was unpleasant to the ear.

Finally, the chariot stopped about a hundred meters from the shield, hovering in the air while the bell stopped ringing as well. Mingshi Yin did not move as he observed the chariot and the cultivators around it, which he found quite intimidating.

After a moment of silence, a Divine Court cultivator flew out of the chariot. He stopped halfway between the chariot and the shield and bowed, cupping his fist as he said politely, “Fiend Temple has no intention of offending the Golden Court Mountain. Mister Fourth, can you let us have this group of female cultivators?”

Mingshi Yin glanced back at the trembling female cultivators and thought, ‘I think I will look scarier if I dress like this guy...’

“Suit yourself!” he said as he turned around and stepped through the shield.

“Thank you, Mister Fourth! We will certainly come back one day to express our gratitude,” the black-clad cultivator beckoned. At the gesture, the cultivators around the chariot swarmed toward the group of female cultivators like locusts.

“Hold on!” Right then, Mingshi Yin walked out again.

“Is there anything else, Mister Fourth?”

“I almost forgot about Master’s new routine...He likes to treat people kindly these days.” Right as he said that, he lifted a hand. The shield beside him wobbled, and then the female cultivators staggered and fell through it.

From the mouth of the black-clad cultivator, the group of female cultivators found out that this man was the fourth disciple of Golden Court Mountain. So, after they all passed through the shield, they knelt and cried out, “Thank you for saving us, Mister Fourth!”

Meanwhile, the black-clad cultivator frowned slightly. “Don’t you think it is bad to go back on your word, Mister Fourth?” he demanded in an unhappy and hoarse voice.

Meanwhile, in Evil Sky Pavilion...

Lu Zhou leaned back in a chair as he was taking a small break when he heard a system prompt, ‘Ding! You have received devout worship and are rewarded with 1,450 merit points.’