Chapter 478 - Nine-leaf Lu
Chapter 478: Nine-leaf Lu
In Great Yan’s cultivation world, aside from the legends of elusive experts who lived in seclusion, the experts whom the cultivators respected were Eight-leaf experts. Those who were at the Five-leaf stage could be considered grand cultivators.
Ever since the start of the Lotus Severing era, the cultivation world was quick to pick it up. Almost everyone severed their lotuses and recultivated for fear of being left behind.
The incident of the seven great sects attacking the Evil Sky Pavilion shocked the entire cultivation world. They were shocked by the appearance of a Nine-leaf cultivator. Who could stand against a Nine-leaf cultivator?
Nobody knew how the Evil Sky Pavilion Patriarch, Ji Tiandao, did it. It was a mystery that was unresolved in the cultivation world. However, the nine leaves could not lie.
The Penglai Sect’s elite in the huge chariot had intended to intimidate Lu Zhou by showing off his avatar so that he could get what he wanted. However, he did not expect the person he wanted to intimidate was a Nine-leaf expert. Indeed, an Eight-leaf cultivator was powerful. However, in the face of a Nine-leaf cultivator, they were as worthless as grass.
Hua Chongyang pressed a hand to his chest. He found it difficult to breathe. When he recalled he had exchanged blows with ‘Senior Lu’, cold sweat began to bead on his back. If the old senior had been merciless, what would happen to him?
Ten seconds were not long, but it was enough to intimidate everyone, including the elite in the huge chariot.
After ten seconds, Lu Zhou’s Nine-leaf avatar vanished before everyone’s eyes.
The entire heaven worship platform was deathly silent.
The elite inside the flying chariot suddenly realized how rude and stupid he had been. The old senior had withdrawn his avatar, and yet, he was still shamelessly maintaining his laughable Eight-leaf avatar. He quickly withdrew his avatar.
Who was this old man? Everyone had this thought in mind. They could not help thinking he might be the Evil Sky Pavilion’s Ji TIandao! Some of them were already convinced the old man was the Evil Sky Pavilion’s patriarch!
“Land the chariot!” A voice sounded from the flying chariot.
The disciples finally reacted and began lowering the flying chariot.
As the chariot landed, a deep voice rang from it. “Sheng Liangshou…”
“Huh?”
“Is this the Evil Sky Pavilion’s Patriarch?”
Shen Liangshou was taken aback. He widened his eyes as he looked at the old man again. Compared to Ji Tiandao, this old man looked thinner and livelier. His hair was darker as well. Apart from the fact that they were both old, this old man bore no resemblance to the Evil Sky Pavilion’s Patriarch at all. Therefore, he did not hesitate as he said, “He’s not the Evil Sky Pavilion’s Patriarch.”
“Are you sure?”
“I guarantee it! I was in close contact with Old Senior Ji during the battle at Liang Province. I remember his words, actions, voice, and looks. They’re all imprinted in my mind. It’s impossible for me to mistake him,” Shen Liangshou said confidently.
Boom!
The flying chariot landed on the ground.
The disciples left the flying chariot, bowed, and said, “Welcome, sect master.”
An old man, who seemed slightly weathered, emerged from the flying chariot. The only eye-catching thing about him was the extravagant clothes he wore. His brocade robes were embroidered with green birds and umbrellas. The moment he disembarked from the flying chariot, two disciples supported him on each side as he hastened forward. They came to a stop several meters before Lu Zhou. With a slight bow, he said, “Greetings, old senior. I’m Huang Shijie from the Penglai Sect.”
“Huang Shijie?” Lu Zhou nodded. “The Penglai Sect seldom meddles with the trivial matters of the cultivation world. Why today?”
The Master of Penglai Island was also the Sect Master of the Penglai Sect.
Huang Shijie said, “We were passing by when we encountered a powerful Primal Qi fluctuation. Hence, we came to take a look… We didn’t expect to run into an otherworldly elite here.”
Lu Zhou remained unmoved. He had heard too many flatteries.
At this moment, Shen Liangshou jogged over. He emboldened himself to get as close to them as possible. Then, he flashed a smile and said, “Old senior… How should we address you?”
“Hm?” Lu Zhou shifted his gaze to Sheng Liangshou.
Sheng Liangshou was frightened into taking a step back when he felt the pressure from Lu Zhou. “I’m sorry, old senior!” How dare a puny little Nascent Divinity realm weakling ask about a Nine-leaf elite’s name? A single look from Lu Zhou sucked out all the courage in him. He no longer dared to speak.
Huang Shijie said, “Senior, the Penglai Sect has no intentions of becoming enemies with you. About before…”
“You want me to give you an explanation?” Lu Zhou asked.
“We dare not!” Huang Shijie looked to his sides. He saw the Taixu Academy and Hengqu Branch at the far side. He pulled a face, waved his hand, and said, “Execute them now.”
This order startled everyone.
The members of the Taixu Academy and Hengqu Branch retreated in fright.
Huang Shijie knew this was not the time to be merciful. He lowered his voice and said, “What’s this? Are my orders of no importance now?”
“Yes, sect master!” The Penglai Sect’s first disciple held a black umbrella in his hand. He turned around with killing intent flashing in his eyes.
A few other disciples turned as well.
Five of them leaped into the air before they charged at the crowd.
For a time, there was a rain of blood.
Cries rose and fell.
Lu Zhou did not look at them. They deserved this outcome. Besides, their lives and deaths had nothing to do with him.
Huang Shijie cupped his fists and said, “Are you satisfied with this, old senior?”
“Do your part well,” Lu Zhou replied.
“Huang Shijie shall follow your instructions, old senior.” Huang Shijie bowed.
The other disciples bowed as well.
Lu Zhou turned his attention away from Huang Shijie. He walked up to Miss Conch. He noticed that she was not at all afraid. In fact, she seemed more curious than anything else.
Before Lu Zhou could speak, she said, “I’ve seen it before.”
“What have you seen before?”
“Nine… nine leaves.” Miss Conch made a Golden Lotus shape with her hands.
When Lu Zhou heard this, he was shocked. His instincts told him that Miss Conch was not lying. Her eyes were filled with honesty. He did not press further. He found her words slightly frightening. Was it true that he was not the only Nine-leaf elite? In the end, he extended his hand to her and said, “Let’s go.”
Miss Conch glanced at him and took his hand.
The sun shone on the platform.
The beasts of the forest had left. The birds took flight in neat formations toward the setting sun. They were chasing the sunlight. There was still hope.
Lu Zhou held Miss Conch’s hand in his and turned toward Jing Province City. He looked back and said, “Hua Chongyang.”
Hua Chongyang shuddered. A great Seven-leaf elite was like a small fry today. He made his way through the members of the Penglai Sect. When he hurried past Huang Shijie, he did not even have the time to salute him. “S-senior Lu.”
The people from the Penglai Sect heard Hua Chongyang’s words. So this Nine-leaf elite’s surname is Lu.
At long last, there was another miracle in the cultivation world. Nine-leaf Lu’s name will certainly shock the cultivation world.
“I… I… It wasn’t my intention to hide my identity,” Hua Chongyang stammered.
Lu Zhou brushed him off. He walked toward Jing Province City.
When he left, Huang Shijie and the others sighed in relief. ‘That was close.’
However, as the Sect Master of the Penglai Sect Master, it was only natural he could not show he was frightened like the others were. Instead, he tried to appear calm as he looked at Lu Zhou’s retreating back. Then, he spared the members of the Hengqu Branch and the Taixu Academy a glance before he said, “Get rid of the roots while cutting the weed. Don’t leave anyone alive.”
“Understood.”