The Steward Demonic Emperor

Chapter 517: Who Leans On Whom

Clap~

Han Sanshao had a savage look as he watched Zhuo Fan with a light clap, “Oh, a hero in shining armor. And here I thought some reject had jumped in. That being said, you must have good taste like mine to set your eyes on such a fine fairy for dual cultivation. “

Demon Soul Sect’s side snickered.

Shui Ruohua grew angry as she watched the two with her guard up and her heart stuck in her throat. [They’re both the worst!]

[If worse comes to worst, I would rather kill myself than let them touch me!]

Those on Mystical Heaven Sect’s side were all keyed up, their brows soaked in sweat.

[What rotten luck, meeting two demonic sects and both are enamored by senior sister’s looks. Her killer body is going to kill us all…]

Zhuo Fan eyed them coldly before stopping on Han Sanshao with a smile, “All I want is easy, save the girl and take the herb. If you have your head on straight, you’d scatter this instant before you regret it!” 

“Regret it? Ha-ha-ha, who will make me regret it, you? Just a 6th layer of Profound Heaven cultivator?”

Han Sanshao had heard the joke of the century, laughing harder. Looking closer at Zhuo Fan’s party, something clicked in him and he mocked, “Are you Xie Wuyue’s son? Being all cocky in the sect and now you’ve come out to die? Didn’t your dad ever tell you to keep your head down?”

Mystical Heaven Sect’s side was filled with doubt.

[Demon Scheming Sect’s Sect Leader has a son?!] They were both Tianyu’s three guardian sects, so how come they’ve never heard of him?

Zhuo Fan chuckled, “What gave you that idea?”

“It’s those four little freaks behind you. They’re in the 6th layer of Radiant Stage, elders or executives of the sect. They’d never show such respect to just any disciple.”

Han Sanshao put on a prideful look, having seen it all, “Yet a Profound Heaven disciple like you berated and slapped them and yet they showed no anger. It’s clear as day that you’re above them in the sect. The only possibility for a Profound Heaven disciple to piss on Radiant Stage experts is if you were Sect Leader’s son!”

Han Sanshao’s analysis was so damn logical even Mystical Heaven Sect’s side watched Zhuo Fan speechless.

[He must be Xie Wuyue’s son after all. But why haven’t we ever heard of him? Demon Scheming Sect sure knows how to work in secret.]

Zhuo Fan only smiled and sighed.

It made so much sense that even Zhuo Fan would reach the same conclusion if the roles were reversed.

With how Profound Heaven cultivators putting Radiant Stage experts in their place were scarcer than a hen’s teeth, the only thing that fits here besides second-hand power, was true personal strength. 

But that was way too outrageous. And yet that’s how Zhuo Fan had been operating and getting wins, leaning only on his own two hands.

Scratching his nose, Zhuo Fan smiled, “Judging by appearances, I see. But that’s fine, as long as it gets the job done and you won’t butt in, I won’t care.”

Zhuo Fan walked over to the herb with a carefree look, as if everyone present was beneath him.

He never considered anyone there a roadblock, cruising over to fetch the herb.

Shui Ruohua watched Zhuo Fan swagger on like a hotshot, big shot and the like, and all she could react with was a dumb look.

Zhuo Fan’s attitude was unlike the hostile demonic cultivators while also filled with a greater calm than your average person. 

Han Sanshao’s eyes went cold and his mouth formed a sneer, “It all makes sense now, why Xie Wuyue’s son wasn’t known. He’s not worth anything. A demonic cultivator and yet not one demonic bone in his back makes him a garbage. Someone go out there and teach this nobody a lesson!”

“Yes, sir!”

A tough guy with thick arms cupped his hands as his aura exploded with the power of a 9th layer Profound Heaven Stage.

Whoosh~

The guy flashed in Zhuo Fan’s face and punched while ridiculing, “Ha-ha-ha, dumb brat, this is what you get for looking at young master’s possession and girl! Die!”

“Hi-hi-hi, death begets all who mess with our Steward Zhuo.”

With a creepy laughter, four smoke trails came from behind Zhuo Fan.

The big guy jerked, finding himself pulled by his limbs in four directions. Following the cackle, four bloody parts dyed the ground with blood and gore.

Mystical Heaven Sect’s brows shook, scared by a little blood and guts.

[Who the hell are they? It’s too savage even for a demonic cultivator, yet these four have no qualms doing it.]

[We get that you want to save your boss’ kid, but that guy was just a Profound Heaven cultivator. Isn’t it just a little bit overkill for four Radiant Stage experts to tear him apart?]

This was Four Scheming Demons’ nature, not giving a hoot about the other side’s level or numbers. [We four have always worked together!]

[What? Got a problem? Bring it, if you have the guts!]

Han Sanshao barked, “Such valor from Demon Scheming Sect, killing someone from the Demon Soul Sect! You four are dead!”

Han Sanshao shot for them.

Four Scheming Demons snickered, turning into smoke. Four Radiant Stage experts in the 6th layer were about to fight one in the 7th layer.

But Four Scheming Demons’ eerie moves and combined form had them on the advantage.

Han Sanshao sensed the strangeness of the enemy yet snickered, “That form is just like my sect’s Shadow Array. If you think you can beat me with just that, think again!”

“7th grade demonic treasure, Soul Spider Net! “

Han Sanshao flicked something gray at the four pygmies. It unveiled itself to their shock and trapped all four of them tight. 

Not even as smoke could they get out.

And the net kept tightening, sticking the four close to each other so hard they couldn’t even breathe.

“Steward Zhuo, save us! This thing is wicked!” The pygmies wailed their distress and begged as the pain mounted and the net shrank.

Ha-ha-ha, Han Sanshao mocked, “Some 6th layer Radiant Stage experts you are, begging a Profound Heaven cultivator for help. Ha-ha-ha, this is too funny!”

“Laugh it up. Messing with us means messing with Steward Zhuo. And messing with Steward Zhuo will have your head rolling, ha-ha-ha…” Violent Demon cackled despite his plight.

His bros copied him, knowing full well that Zhuo Fan had their backs. And that was all they needed.

The only way to get these four to truly beg for life with snot on their faces was if he lost as well.

Zhuo Fan was their thick leg, their tree, their rock. 

Han Sanshao frowned. Contrary to his belief, the four pygmies weren’t Zhuo Fan’s bodyguards. The norm would be to beg for life, be stubborn till death or urge their young master to flee. 

[Why then are these guys not one bit afraid, not for them or for the young master. They aren’t worried at all…]

Pff!

The muffled sound roused Han Sanshao from his thoughts to see Zhuo Fan wearing the same cocky look on his stroll for the herb. 

[The hell? He doesn’t care about the fight he just got out of, or that the four are trapped?]

Han Sanshao’s suspicions of Zhuo Fan only grew and grew.

In this case there are only two possibilities. [He’s either an ignorant fool, blind to danger, or of such a stable mind, not even the crumbling world could phase.]

[The latter makes him a tough adversary…]

Han Sanshao stood still as he saw Zhuo Fan take the herb with a smile and then walk back to Shui Ruohua.

It was the same casual gait, same poise, like the world wasn’t even there.

The mood grew odd, with the audience too tense to twitch. Only Zhuo Fan was walking calmly. Demon Soul Sect watched Han Sanshao with a questioning gaze.

[Young master, are you just going to ignore his blatant disregard of us?]

Han Sanshao never left Zhuo Fan out of his sight, unable to come up with a way to deal with this situation.

Zhuo Fan was just too freaky in his demeanor, throwing all his thinking into disarray.

While Shui Ruohua had a dull look, bearing a faint smile and her heart was a mess.

[Just what is this demonic cultivator up to…]