Chapter 80: The Conspiracy Begins_1
The disciple leading the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect this time was named Hua Lin Yue. Sensing the burning gazes from the Changeable Mansion disciples, her willow-like eyebrows knitted slightly, and a secret dissatisfaction bloomed within her. If it weren’t for the Old Ancestor’s command, she would have preferred to turn around and leave immediately.
"What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen a woman before?" Zhang Yangtian scolded. An icy aura spread from him, imposing heavy pressure on the Changeable Mansion disciples, making their chests tighten and their faces turn pale. They quickly withdrew their gazes.
"May our cooperation be pleasant!" After reprimanding his fellow disciples, Zhang Yangtian leaped off the large rock. His black and white robes fluttered as he cupped his fist towards the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect disciples, a friendly smile on his face. His demeanor was polite and courteous, like that of a modest gentleman, easily winning others’ favor.
"You’re too kind, Young Master!" Hua Lin Yue hurriedly bowed with clasped hands, yet she did not lower her guard due to Zhang Yangtian’s amicability.
Take Zhang Yangtian scolding his own disciples just now. On the surface, it seemed he was defending us, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect. But was that the reality? No, that was ’beating the mountain to scare the tiger’! He wanted to tell us that if he could easily suppress his own people, he could just as easily suppress us.
When he spoke his next words, Zhang Yangtian seemed to transform. His aura became majestic, radiating an immense pressure, like that of a natural-born King, making people instinctively want to submit. "In the upcoming operation, you will all hide. You are only to act when I, this Young Master, command you!"
Indeed, if any Martial Artists of lower cultivation had been present, they would undoubtedly have knelt in submission!
"Understood!" Hua Lin Yue’s lips parted slightly, wanting to negotiate for some benefits, but when the words reached her tongue, she found herself unable to speak them. It was as if a stone was lodged in her throat. Deep down, an unseen voice seemed to warn her that to refuse meant certain death.
Zhang Yangtian nodded in satisfaction. His figure flickered as he crossed the valley, flying towards the Myriad-Blade Giant Mountain not far away. From a distance, his lean silhouette created a curious illusion, appearing taller and more imposing than even Male Mountain.
The disciples of the Changeable Mansion obediently followed, like loyal servants trailing their noble master. The disciples of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect, however, hesitated for a moment before concealing themselves in the shadows!