Chapter 422 - Singing Another Tune (1/2)

Translator: StarReader

Editor: Elitecoder

Whoosh~

Three figures flashed on the battlefield, ignoring the wails below and going in Zhuo Fan’s direction.

Zhuo Fan mocked, “Humph, such guts to come at me instead of running.”

“He-he-he, I think they are instead coming here to die.” Li Jingtian snickered.

The three Venerables appeared in their sights.

They all came with clear thoughts of becoming martyrs while holding the enemy back. But seeing the two savages had them shaking still.

High Venerable scrutinized them, gulped and found any word lacking in this situation.

The other two sighed.

[Scared before even fighting. Now what?]

[Brother, we have to buy the old third some time…]

Recalling his mission, High Venerable took a deep breath and scrounged up the scraps of courage within to shout, “Zhuo Fan, you’ve gone too…”

Zhuo Fan had no time to indulge in this guy’s pedantic style and asked, “Weren’t there four senses? Where’s the other one?”

High Venerable’s courage got stuck in his throat. Zhuo Fan’s haughty and obnoxious attitude, like a big kahuna, lorded over them with such pressure that their heads jerked back.

This was called the power gap. They were like 1st level spiritual beasts facing a 6th level spiritual beast, with no chance whatsoever at coming out alive.

The three threatened to burst out in tears.

They were Radiant Stage cultivators, Hell Valley’s Venerables, but they couldn’t even get a worthy death?

Li Jingtian cracked up, jarring to their ears.

Zhuo Fan shook his head, “Not like one missing person would make a difference.”

Zhuo Fan took out a gourd and let Bloodworms wiggle out. They looked downright eager to get out of that darkness they had known all their lives, ready to enjoy the big outdoors.

“Here’s the deal. Eat it and you’re one of us, becoming Luo clan’s elders. Don’t, and I’ll just have to take you back as corpses.” Zhuo Fan was like a tyrant in his demands.

The three jerked and panicked. Zhuo Fan had actually come to them to offer an olive branch.

With Zhuo Fan’s illustrious reputation of a savage demon – and the bad blood between the houses – they had the impression that he had come here to cull them. They were even ready to lay down their lives. So why were they so happy?

To a dead man, a glimmer of hope would blossom in his heart, the instinct of self preservation with a force that couldn’t be denied.

It was like jumping off a cliff and then finding out that there was an extra rope beside you. Would you capture it, or let it slip?

[What kinda dumb choice is that? Who’s so retarded to take splattering as an upside to life?]

But the life veterans that the old fogies were, agreeing so quickly would net them what, a lower status?

Hence, ergo and propter hoc, High Venerable stroked his beard, held his head high and put on airs, “Zhuo Fan, if you’re going headhunting, isn’t it a bit thin? We are, after all, Hell Valley’s…”

“Elder Li, kill ’em.” Zhuo Fan deadpanned.

Li Jingtian grinned, cracking his knuckles as a fire lit in his eyes.

The three jerked like mice, waving around in panic, “Let’s be reasonable. D-don’t resort to violence…”

“Humph, you old coots, I’ve already said my piece. One more or less will hardly make a difference. Yet you dare posture before me? It’s to the afterlife with you!” Zhuo Fan snorted.

The three jerked and bobbed their heads like cute children.

Holding out the gourd, Zhuo Fan watched them each swallow a Bloodworm.

And so, easy peasy lemon squeezy, Luo clan gained three more Radiant Stage elders. Though Zhuo Fan didn’t give a flying fig about them, they were of even less value than Yan Song, a peak Profound Heaven expert.

But every penny counted, even if those pennies were so thin and corroded that you wanted to throw them, they all had their use sometime… in the long future.

And the newly baked elders? Now they were clued in as to why a die-hard expert like Li Jingtian fell in with Zhuo Fan. Besides Bloodworms’ control, Zhuo Fan’s attitude left no room for dissidence.

“S-Sir Zhuo…”

“Steward Zhuo!” Zhuo Fan’s icy tone warned.

High Venerable jerked and nodded, “Steward Zhuo, we have another elder sneaking out to report. He is still close. Should I call him to join Steward Zhuo’s camp?”