My Disciples Are All Villains

When his subordinates heard this, they bowed and retreated silently.

Si Wuya proceeded toward the Divine Capital with his hands on his back.

…

The Divine Capital.

In a quiet courtyard of the Changning General Mansion.

Wei Zhuoyan was relaxing on a recliner and enjoying the warmth from the sun on his skin.

“General, our men have reached Tangzi Town,” a maidservant next to him said.

Wei Zhuoyan nodded and said indifferently, “It’s only a formality. All we have to do is accompany them along the way. Sending that number of men and cultivators to the Evil Sky Pavilion is no different from sending them to their deaths. If she likes to hit a rock with an egg, then, let her do it.”

“No,” Little Yuan’er said as she shook her head.

“Maybe he’s busy trying to get to his Dragonsong.” Lu Zhou stood up with his hands on his back and descended the stairs.

Little Yuan’er walked up to Lu Zhou obediently and supported him.

At this moment, a female cultivator walked slowly into the great hall. “Pavilion Master. Someone from the palace requests an audience.”

“Who is it?” Lu Zhou asked calmly.

Little Yuan’er added, “If everyone is just allowed to meet master, my master will be exhausted to death.”

The female cultivator bowed and said, “He’s sent by Wei Zhuoyan.”

“Where’s Wei Zhuoyan?”

“He’s… not here. However, the red-robed cultivator seems to have a profound cultivation base.”

Little Yuan’er said, “Master, why don’t I go down and fight him?”

Lu Zhou waved his arm and rejected Little Yuan’er’s proposal. He said calmly, “Let them in. I’ll leave this in Mingshi Yin’s hands. I’m tired.”

“Understood.”

Mingshi Yin, Zhao Yue, and Duanmu Sheng hurried over to the great hall when they heard the news.

While the visitors had not arrived yet, Duanmu Sheng bowed and said, “Master, this Wei Zhuoyan thinks too highly of himself. He’s looking down on our Evil Sky Pavilion. I request for the permission to head to the Divine Capital and kill this scoundrel.”

“…” Mingshi Yin glanced at his Third Senior Brother.

Before Lu Zhou could say anything, Hua Wudao who had arrived slightly later said, “I commend you for your bravery, Mister Third, but the Divine Capital is highly guarded and filled with elites. It’s said that Wei Zhuoyan’s cultivation base is at least Six-leaf. Naturally, Mister Third’s Divine One Technique is powerful as well. However, a pair of fists can hardly defeat four hands. It’s best not to act rashly for now.”

Lu Zhou nodded while stroking his beard and said, “Elder Hua has a point. Old Third, I heard you’ve been sparring with Elder Hua lately?”

Duanmu Sheng bowed and said, “Yes, I have.”

“That’s good. Elder Hua’s Six Compatible Daoist Mudra is peerless. If you can break it, your strength would improve by leaps and bounds,” Lu Zhou said.

“I… will work hard.”

Elder Hua coughed again and said. “It’s naturally a good thing to guide the juniors, but I’m getting old, and I can’t spar too frequently.”

Duanmu Sheng cupped his fists toward Elder Hua and said, “In that case, let’s reduce the frequency from three times a day to twice a day…”

“Uh…” Elder Hua’s old face flushed. Hua Wudao could not find a way to give voice to his sufferings. He had to spar day in and day out with someone who would fight even more valiantly the more times he lost.

Lu Zhou spoke with his hands on his back, “It’s best to do it once every three days. You won’t be able to handle it if it’s too frequent anyway.”

“Yes, master.”

“Thank you, Pavilion Master.”

At this moment, two red-robed cultivators escorted by a female cultivator sauntered into the great hall from outside.

Their robes covered their bodies from head to toe. Their steps were steady and stable. Their hands were crossed. A few soldiers carrying a box followed them closely from behind.

“Greetings, Pavilion Master. I am Wu Sheng.”

“Greetings, Pavilion Master. I am Wu Guan.”