Chapter 169 Your Highness

The Northern Wolves Sect is a faction created for bandits. They never had any specific hideout as they were on a constant move, even their disciples. Although these people had always liked to rob other people for their own use, other cultivators or even the other sects never dared to make a move against them.

That was because they were simply too powerful to be easily handled. Even if the other sects managed to destroy them, they would have to pay a huge price—and that was to sacrifice their disciples, elders, and their other people. Moreover, they were not even certain about managing to kill every one of the Northern Wolves Sect’s people. As said, they were always on the move.

Everyone would not settle in one place, and every one or every group of them would definitely be very hard to find. Moreover, most of them were cunning. Finding people as cunning as they are, it would be extremely tough.

“Stop there, ladies!” a disciple from the Northern Wolves Sect said, obstructing the women from going through a forest.

He was wearing the head of the wolf on his head with his clothes crafted and sewn out of a wolf’s skin.

“Huh? Northern Wolves Sect disciple?” one of the women asked.

Soon enough, her eyes were filled with terror, leaving her companions in wonder as to why their friend suddenly acted like this.

“You… y-you… are all known for this! You bandits! You should’ve been called bandits instead, not some wolves!” the woman fell butt-first on the ground, holding with her a box in her hand.

Ignoring the other women with her, she immediately ran away. She sprinted as though she was in full command of her feet, as though she was a cultivator herself. Surprisingly, she was just a mortal—a normal person.

“But that box with her. It should have something valuable, right?” a disciple said to his other companions.

“You! What did you do to our big sister?!” A woman stomped her foot and also ran in the direction, but her deed only incurred the amusement and laughter of the disciples from the Northern Wolves Sect.

“Ladies! You all should just surrender and give up protecting that box you have with you!”

HEE-HEE.

Cai Hong was still wandering around the entire Third Region, unable to find any sect in sight. He was from the Autonomous Region and grew up there without having the chance to move around the other regions. After all, he was sheltered by his master until he became a Saint King.

He was absolutely not allowed to go out of his master’s place unless he became a Saint King. However, now that he had found his purpose for cultivating and had even become a Saint Emperor just by acknowledging Yang Lujia as his master, he was naturally elated and was even willing to kill himself if Yang Lujia deemed so.

From within him, it seemed like it was his instinctive feeling to protect Yang Lujia at all costs that caused him to act like a dog in the presence of Yang Lujia. He didn’t know where this feeling came from. One had to know that once you become a Saint Emperor, you’d become a person who’d gain respect from all corners of the realm, but he settled himself with serving Yang Lujia and none more.

While Cai Hong was coursing through the air, he was looking over the land like a ruler trying to find his target.

SCREECH!

Cai Hong had heard people talking, but he had never heard of anyone who screamed like that. His light showed a gleam, caused by his instincts shooting up. He did feel like he’d find something important after hearing that scream.

Using the rules of the wind, his speed reached a level that no one would have expected he’d be able to reach. With the rules of the wind, his speed was much faster than any cultivator, even for other Saint Emperors, to bear.

Instantly arriving at the scene, Cai Hong’s brows shot up and he looked at the appearance of the people who were chasing a group of vividly helpless ladies. He was not a righteous man. However, the people who were chasing these ladies were clearly something related to a sect, according to the general knowledge of the Third Region’s sects he had learned from his previous master.

Their clothes, which were made of wolves’ skin, resembled the description his previous master gave him of one of the sects from the Third Region: the Northern Wolves Sect.

HEE-HEE.

HEE-HEE.

The strange noise of laughter echoed in the hearts of the ladies who were being chased by this group of disciples from the Northern Wolves Sect. Their hearts were slowly tightening, making them unable to breathe. Moreover, the box that the one woman from before was holding was extremely important to saving a mortal’s life.

They are women in a group of four. All of them were sisters by blood. Their mother, who was trying to work for them to continue living their lives, suddenly got sick.

After their mother negotiated with a rogue cultivator in exchange for the family heirloom their late father left for them, she was suddenly struck with sickness. However, if she did not do that, her daughters would be in great danger if he did not allow that cultivator to get away with their family heirloom.

More precisely, it wasn’t just some sickness. It was some sort of a curse.

Once a member of the family passed that family heirloom to another that was not a member of the family at all, they would be placed under a curse that would endanger their lives as long as it persisted.

It might have been just a weak curse for cultivators, but it was a different thing to say the same for mortals like them.

“RUN!”

The two others shouted as they ran and held their sister away from kneeling in the direction of the disciples from the Northern Wolves Sect.

HEE-HEE.

“You’re both not going to get away from us, girls!” a disciple said, walking on the air with ease. “Do you really think your speed is up to par compared to ours?! You’re all definitely joking. If we wanted to, we could’ve just directly fucked you and stolen every treasure you have in your bodies.”

As soon as the women heard this, they stopped dead in their tracks.

“Did you finally realize your predicament now? If you want to leave alive, offer yourselves to us. It’s good that we have twelve men on our side, hence every four of us would share on any one of them. That’d be great!”

“That’s right!”

HEE-HEE.

Every man in the group of disciples from the Northern Wolves Sect grinned as they greedily looked at the bodies of the women. Some even licked their lips like beasts ready to pounce on someone and eat them.

“Men from the Northern Wolves Sect?”

Suddenly, all the disciples of the Northern Wolves Sect changed their faces when they heard that voice. Not because they were filled with fear, but that voice suddenly wiped out their lust, as though they suddenly erased their own intentions.

It had to be known, though, that it was Cai Hong’s Path of the Mind that was put into play. He deliberately erased their lust by extinguishing their desires that could stimulate them to do bad things. This was one of the capabilities of a Saint Emperor who practiced the Path of the Mind.

Yang Lujia could also naturally do this, but the desires of the person are innate within them. Even if he was able to remove them, they would eventually turn back the moment they found a new target.

When the women saw the confused looks of the disciples from the Northern Wolves Sect, they, too, were baffled by the situation—especially as to why these people suddenly stopped chasing them.

“I implore you not to do anything funny. Even if you’re the sect master of the Northern Wolves Sect, he could not defeat me,” Cai Hong’s voice rang into each of the men’s minds which made them stand there in fear.

Although the voice was somewhat unreliable, it was probably just another disciple from another sect toying with them.

“Who are you! Show yourself, coward!”

That was their leader that spoke.

“It seems like everyone in your group is as spineless as an ant,” Cai Hong replied. “However, if I show myself just by standing in front of you, I believe you can’t bear the brunt of my aura alone.”

Cai Hong’s voice was filled with authority that sent shivers down the spines of these disciples from the Northern Wolves Sect.

“Moreover, since you’re all already here, expect that no one will be left alive unless my master tells me not to kill you.”

Soon enough, Cai Hong, who was concealing himself by the side, suddenly heard a voice from his head, which left him standing dumbfounded. It was the voice of a man whose words seemed like an order to him as if he was living for that man. Otherwise, if that man were to perish or that man decided to end his life, no one could definitely save him, not even his master—no—not master.

“Call him Your Highness. Not by his name. Neither by ‘master’. That’s an order.”