The Disciples I Raised Are All Villains – Chapter 359

“All are mere insects.”
Bai Zengyu and the demon envoy stood in the sky, as if immortals and Buddhas looking down on all living beings. With a single thought, he understood the cultivation and strength of everyone in Heaven’s Substitution Academy.
“Let’s finish this quickly,” the demon envoy said, choosing his words carefully.
“Rest assured, envoy. Dealing with these ants is as simple as a single palm,” Bai Zengyu sneered. These minor powers, they dared to attack the Bai family as vanguards back then? Who gave them the courage?
Even if the Bai family was destroyed, it was because they were no match for the Sea Race’s Dragon Saint; they died with honor. For this nameless nobody, the Heaven’s Substitution Sect, to continue to exist was the greatest insult to the Bai family.
Bai Zengyu’s seemingly casual palm strike summoned a fierce wind and thunderous roars. An unseen, immense power instantly shattered the protective grand array that enveloped Heaven’s Substitution Academy. The surrounding buildings and all living beings were on the verge of being wiped from existence by this single blow.
Inside the academy, the first to sense this was Qin Gou, Li Yuanzhen, Mu Man’er, and Ao Banwei. The first to act, however, was the seven-colored small gourd that Mu Man’er always wore at her waist.
It instantly broke free from its ribbon and shot out of the window, growing rapidly in the wind. Its massive body seemed to collide with an invisible mountain, emitting a deafening tremor.
The Vajra Spirit Gourd.
Bestowed by the Chu Zhou Sage, the Master of Arc-Moon Mountain, it was meant to ward off death and dispel misfortune, protecting its owner autonomously. Every rare material used in its forging represented Qin Gou’s deep doting on his beloved daughter.
Finally, a faint crack appeared on the Vajra Spirit Gourd, and it immediately reverted to its original size, falling to the ground. However, it had perfectly protected every blade of grass and every tree in Heaven’s Substitution Academy.
“Didn’t you say it would only take one palm?” the demon envoy asked, his voice laced with mockery, though his face was obscured.
Bai Zengyu’s expression turned grim. “Relying on a magic tool gifted by a powerful figure to withstand my palm strike, what kind of skill is that? Let’s try again!”
As he spoke, Bai Zengyu slowly raised his hand. A silver sword, like a shooting star, flashed with frost, piercing directly towards his brow.
“Good sword!” the demon envoy exclaimed, showing no intention of helping Bai Zengyu.
Bai Zengyu’s eyes widened in fury. He had no time to dodge and could only rely on the protective aura of his Dharma Aspect Realm cultivation to deflect the swift sword strike. Yet, even so, the sharp sword energy still sliced through a wisp of hair near his ear.
“Bastard!” Bai Zengyu roared in incandescent rage. This was his first battle after advancing to the Dharma Aspect Realm! The master of this sword, at best, was a junior in the Dao Comprehension Realm. This was a profound humiliation.
Unfortunately for Bai Zengyu, he did not know that if their realms were equal, he would have likely become a soulless husk by now, given the fatal proximity of that attack.
Simultaneously, chaos erupted throughout the entire city. Countless Spirit Power Transmissions rapidly spread the news. Qin Gou, Mu Man’er, and the others faced the enemy head-on, while Bai Zengyu’s rapid attack and retreat strategy had gotten off to a disastrous start.
“It’s a Dharma Aspect Realm.”
Li Yuanzhen, regaining control of the Invisible Slash, said to Qin Gou without hesitation, “If the Dharma Aspect doesn’t appear, I can hold on for the duration of one incense stick. If it does, I can resist for at most half an hour.”
“Don’t worry,” Qin Gou said calmly.
Li Yuanzhen’s faint worries vanished like mist. She smiled and said, “Actually, I was talking about the maximum time I could hold out without backing down when I was A’Qin’s best friend. It has nothing to do with the current situation. After all, with A’Qin here, why should I be afraid of him?”
Qin Gou coughed dryly and laughed, “We’re facing a great enemy, be serious! Don’t force me to… day after day!”
The little gambler trembled but then smiled sweetly, mumbling, “As long as you don’t say ‘once a master, forever a father’.”
“I beg you, let go of these nice phrases!”
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“Bai Zengyu, I advise you to destroy Heaven’s Substitution Academy immediately and flee with me. As for the Heaven’s Substitution Sect on Tiger Walk Mountain, we can deal with them next time. Your time is running out,” the demon envoy said calmly.
“If you want to go, envoy, just leave alone.”
“What?”
“Opportunity lost cannot be found again!”
Fierce light flashed in Bai Zengyu’s eyes. He coldly snorted, and a phantom image of a colossal, pitch-black serpent with a single horn on its head suddenly appeared behind him. It raised its head and let out a long roar.
“To summon the ‘Ferocious Poison Dharma Image’ within the city, aren’t you tired of dying?” the demon envoy’s voice was filled with astonished disbelief. Now, there was no need for Spirit Power Transmissions; cultivators from the surrounding major sects would instantly notice.
“It doesn’t matter, as long as they believe the main culprit is not me!” Bai Zengyu sneered.
“What are you saying…”
Just then, Qin Gou’s voice, amplified by spiritual power, reached the ears of the two in the sky.
“Abyss Guard?”
The demon envoy’s head snapped to the side, his gaze fixed on Qin Gou on the ground. He spoke word by word, “You recognize me?”
“Not only do I recognize you, but we might have even met before.” Qin Gou looked at the demon envoy, the peculiar demonic mark of the ‘Faceless Hermit’ clan flashing in his eyes. They were far apart, but Qin Gou believed that with the envoy’s cultivation, he would be able to see it clearly.
“Or rather, you’ve seen my other face.” As he spoke, Qin Gou reached out again, his hand sweeping across his face, changing his disguise to a rather arrogant and stern countenance.
This face already bore many names.
The number one seed of the Seed Demon Sacred Cult, the Mystic Maiden Palace’s young Demon Master Qin Yue, and simultaneously, the desired husband of the currently powerful Grand Princess Kong Ling of the Demon Race, the Abyss Emperor’s Son-in-law.
“Em, Emperor’s Son-in-law?” the demon envoy’s voice trembled with shock. Without hesitation, he removed his hood, revealing his face as a sign of respect.
“Envoy, what is this?” Bai Zengyu asked, his face etched with shock and confusion.
“My God!”
Suddenly, the demon envoy swung his palm, striking Bai Zengyu, who had just summoned his Dharma Image and was basking in his momentary glory, hard across the face, leaving a deep bloody gash.
“Envoy, you!” Bai Zengyu’s ferocity flared.
“Get back to the stronghold immediately, you idiot! You almost caused me to lose my soul and my home!” the demon envoy roared furiously, his heart pounding with fear.
He couldn’t even imagine what horrific event would have occurred if Bai Zengyu’s palm strike had not been blocked by that seven-colored small gourd.
“Who are you telling to get lost?” Bai Zengyu’s tone became sharp.
“Bai Zengyu, do you dare defy my orders?” the demon envoy said, his face ashen.
Upon hearing this, Bai Zengyu let out a long laugh. He glanced at Qin Gou below, then shifted his gaze back to the demon envoy.
“After enduring this humiliation for so many days, it’s finally time to fall out… You fiend, if you dare interfere in my affairs again, do you believe I won’t announce your demon race identity to the world with a single declaration, leading to your death without a burial place?! Don’t forget, whose dominion this is!”