Zhao Yue was furious. This was her first time feeling this way after she returned to the Evil Sky Pavilion. A steely expression could be seen on her face as she made her way to her great hall.
When she was about to enter the great hall, Mingshi Yin suddenly showed up and said, “Fifth Junior Sister, what’s the matter?”
“Four Senior Brother, look at this.” Zhao Yue waved her hand. A gentle energy brought the letter over to Mingshi Yin.
Mingshi Yin caught the letter and read it. Various emotions flitted across his face as he read the letter. As soon as he finished reading it, he cursed, “That old geezer, Luo Xingkong! How dare he call us repulsive?! How dare he challenge the Evil Sky Pavilion to a deathmatch on the Lotus Dais?!”
“Eh, what’s this?” At this moment, Mingshi Yin noticed an oval pattern at the bottom of the letter. The inside of the oval was filled with many irregular lines. He found it strange. After staring at it for a long time, he still could not make heads or tails out of it.
Zhao Yue spoke up at this moment, “Senior brother, we must report this to master.”
“Alright.”
The two of them walked toward the great hall.
Coincidentally, Little Yuan’er was in the great hall as well. She was practicing with her Nirvana Sash to improve her affinity and control over it.
“Senior brother, senior sister! Look at this… My Nirvana Sash is much more powerful than before!” Little Yuan’er bragged excitedly.
“Yes, yes.” Mingshi Yin did not have time to speak to his little junior sister at this moment.
Mingshi Yin and Zhao Yue saw Lu Zhou holding a brush. It seemed like he was drawing.
“Greetings, master!” “Greetings, master!” Both of them fell to their knees and greeted Lu Zhou in unison.
Mingshi Yin stole a glance at the piece of paper on the table. He saw a drawing of the box that was found in the hidden chamber. Even the patterns were successfully recreated. It was a perfect drawing of the box. “Master, you’re an amazing artist! My horizons have truly been widened.” Despite his words, he found this odd. His master’s writing used to be indecipherable, when did he learn to draw so well? Writing and drawing were not skills that could be mastered overnight. Without dedicated practice and a certain level of talent, it was impossible to draw so well, regardless of one’s cultivation base. Lu Zhou placed the brush on the table. He looked at Mingshi Yin and Zhao Yue before he asked, “What’s the matter?”
“Please have a look at this, master.” Mingshi Yin presented the 13th letter of challenge from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Lu Zhou took it and scanned it. He showed no changes in his expression despite the unpleasant content of the letter.
Mingshi Yin said, “Master, the Heavenly Sword Sect is spreading lies everywhere… They even dare to openly insult the Evil Sky Pavilion. Enough is enough. I humbly request for permission to descend the mountain and kill every member of their sect.” Zhao Yue chimed in, “I agree!” Fortunately, Duanmu Sheng was not here. If he had seen the letter of challenge, he would have charged down the mountain without notifying anyone. “I killed Luo Changfeng, the Sect Master of Heavenly Sword Sect. However, Luo Xingkong still dares to act so boldly. I’m sure they must have a trick or two up their sleeve. They must have come prepared,” Lu Zhou said calmly.
“Master… It doesn’t matter if they came prepared, we can’t forgive them for their blatant provocation,” Mingshi Yin said indignantly.
Lu Zhou nodded and said, “Send word to Jiang Aijian. Tell him to investigate Luo Xingkong. Also, send him this drawing and have him investigate it as well.” He pointed at the completed drawing of the box.
“I’ll go right away.” Zhao Yue picked up the drawing, turned around, and left.
Mingshi Yin looked at the oval-shaped pattern at the bottom of the letter and asked, “Master, you’re so knowledgeable, do you know what this is?” He was quite curious.
Lu Zhou turned the letter around to have a better look at the oval pattern.
After looking at it again, Mingshi Yin’s eyes widened in shock. “A tortoise with its head in its shell?”
Mingshi Yin was right. It was a tortoise with its head in its shell.
How could the Evil Sky Pavilion disregard this insult?
“Master… This… This… How can you let this go?” Mingshi Yin was so angered that he stumbled over his words. Based on his master’s temper in the past, his master would have led all of them over and kill those people without a second thought.
“What do you think we should do?” Lu Zhou asked.
Mingshi Yin was taken aback by this question. ‘What’s master playing at?’ After muttering to himself for a moment, he finally replied, “Since he insulted us, Lu Xingkong deserves to die!”
“So be it,” Lu Zhou said calmly.
Mingshi Yin was taken aback. A surge of excitement welled up in his heart. His blood began to boil, and he was filled with enthusiasm. He could not wait to charge down the mountain to wash away this insult. Moreover, he felt he had been slacking recently. He was not himself.
A short while later, Zhao Yue returned. She held a letter in her hands and said, “I’ve sent word to Jiang Aijian… but, Seventh Junior Brother sent a letter as well…” She spoke tentatively. After all, Si Wuya had angered their master recently. Who knew if their master would be displeased?
“Read it,” Lu Zhou said.
Zhao Yue opened Si Wuya’s letter and read, “Dear master, I have a request…”
Zhao Yue had barely begun to read when Mingshi Yin cursed heatedly, “That bastard! How dare he requests something from master! I regret not ending him back then!”
Zhao Yue glanced at Mingshi Yin before she continued reading, “Please don’t refine the Peacock Plume… My affinity and bond with it have reached its peak. When you bestowed it to me years ago, I treated it, and still treat it, as a valuable treasure. It’s impossible to find a second owner that’s more suited to it. I believe that you don’t wish to see someone else tainting the Peacock Plume’s prestige as well.”
Mingshi Yin cursed again, “That hopeless narcissist!”
“I heard the Heavenly Sword Sect is sending out summons and taunting the Evil Sky Pavilion. I’ve investigated this matter. Luo Xingkong is grieving for the loss of his son so he wants to fight with his life. The others on the Noble Path plan to wait this out and reap the benefits after. Give me a month, and I’ll surely annihilate the Heavenly Sword Sect so that I can remove this thorn in your flesh.” After Zhao Yue finished reading the letter, she passed it to Mingshi Yin.
Mingshi Yin read it and nodded before he said, “That’s more like it… Old Seventh sure is willing to go to great lengths for the Peacock Plume.”
Lu Zhou wondered inwardly, ‘How did Si Wuya know that I was about to refine the Peacock Plume?’ Perhaps, the bond between Si Wuya and the Peacock Plume was truly at its peak. That was probably how Si Wuya sensed the threat of his weapon being refined.
“Master, I have a question. Si Wuya’s Darknet has eyes everywhere. However, many of them are mere mortals who barely have the strength to truss a chicken. How does he plan to deal with the Heavenly Sword Sect?” Zhao Yue asked.
Lu Zhou shook his head and said, “The Nether Sect.” When he cast the Binding Mantra, although Kui Niu had appeared, it had hit Si Wuya instead. This meant that Si Wuya and Yu Zhenghai were close. The demise of the Clarity Sect certainly had something to do with Si Wuya as well.
Mingshi Yin scratched his head. Despite his reluctance to accept it, he said, “With the Nether Sect doing the work, we can sit back and relax.”
“No.” Lu Zhou raised his hand and said in a deep voice, “A month is too long… Since Luo Xingkong is asking for a battle, we’ll fulfill his wish.”
A new mission appeared on the mission list. “Clear the Evil Sky Pavilion’s name. Reward: 1,500 merit points.”
“Yes, Master!”
“Yes, Master!”
Mingshi Yin and Zhao Yue said in unison. They felt excited when they heard their master’s words.
The Evil Sky Pavilion could not possibly keep quiet and do nothing when Luo Xingkong was acting so arrogantly.
