My Disciples Are All Villains
chapter-432

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lu Zhou only recalled being under pressure when he faced the ten great sects when he had just transmigrated over here. At that time, he had lost his cultivation base and the rascals all had agendas of their own. It had been a trying time for him. After he fended off the ten great sects, Lu Zhou had gained item cards and never thought much about the Noble Path ever since. Unfortunately, the Evil Sky Pavilion was too eye-catching a target. It was inevitable that there would always be people who covet what they perceived contained troves of treasures. As it turned out, those people had come together and formed an alliance. Under the pretext of upholding justice, they fooled the world and gained a good reputation.

At this moment, Lu Zhou stood outside the Evil Sky Pavilion and waited with his hands on his back. Shortly after, he saw Duanmu Sheng and Zhu Honggong carrying a stretcher up the mountain.

They stopped when they saw their master outside the Evil Sky Pavilion. Then, they carefully lowered Pan Litian onto the ground.

“Master.”

Leng Luo and Pan Zhong, who had hurried over when they heard the news, frowned when they saw the state Pan Litian was in.

Although Leng Luo frequently bickered with Pan Litian and was often at odds with Pan Litian, they had forged a camaraderie. How could he not feel shocked when he saw Pan Litian now?

Pan Zhong was even more shocked. Since the two of them met, Pan Litian had been guiding him in his cultivation. Pan Litian did not hold back anything and patiently taught him. Even his father did not treat him so kindly. It was impossible for him to be unaffected by this sight.

On the other hand, Duanmu Sheng and Zhu Honggong were not as emotional.

“Old Pan!” Pan Zhong cried out before he checked Pan Litian’s breathing.

Leng Luo said, “Let me.”

Pan Zhong stepped to the side.

Leng Luo placed a palm on Pan Litian’s body. After examining Pan Litian’s body, he said, “These are signs of him burning his sea of Qi… He’s injured to begin with, and now, he has burned his sea of Qi. Old Pan, are you out of your mind?”

Duanmu Sheng said, “When I found him, he was lying at the foot of the mountain. I think he was fighting someone.”

Zhu Honggong said furiously, “Who dares to sneak into the Evil Sky Pavilion? How despicable and shameless! If I ever run into them, I’ll tear them to a million pieces!”

Leng Luo pushed his palm forward and injected some Primal Qi into Pan Litian’s sea of Qi. He seemed to have forgotten he was injured as well as he tried to heal Duan Ling Tian without a care for himself.

Upon seeing this, the others had a hard time believing this was the same man who was at the top of the blacklist 300 years ago. Leng Luo had a reputation for killing not healing.

A short while later, Leng Luo lifted his palm. He took a deep breath and said, “Nearly half of his sea of Qi has been burned. His outlook isn’t optimistic…” He suddenly remembered how Lu Zhou pulled Yong Ning back from the brink of death, and he hastily added, “I think the pavilion master is the only one who can heal him.”

Everyone instinctively turned to look at Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou gauged Pan Litian’s injuries. At the same time, he was also inwardly wondering if the fourth Heavenly Writing power would be able to treat someone who had burned his or her sea of Qi. Although he was not sure, there was nothing left to do but to try using the Heavenly Writing’s healing technique. Even the Critical Heal Card would only relieve Pan Litian’s pain, it would be able to restore his sea of Qi.

Once a person’s sea of Qi was destroyed, that person would cease to be a cultivator. Moreover, this was not Pan Litian’s first time destroying his sea of Qi. This was his second time. His old wounds had yet to heal, and he was injured again. One could only imagine how difficult it would be to heal him.

“Stand back,” Lu Zhou said.

Leng Luo, Pan Zhong, Duanmu Sheng, and Zhu Honggong hastily stepped back and made way for Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou walked up to Pan Litian and raised his right hand. The moment his sleeve fell, a faint blue lotus appeared in his palm.

The others held their breaths. They were witnessing a familiar scene. They felt the powerful vitality from the blue lotus in Lu Zhou’s palm and the terrifying force in the blue lotus.

Under his silver mask, Leng Luo’s eyes gleamed. He looked at the blue lotus in shock. They had not seen what happened inside the room when Lu Zhou treated Yong Ning since the doors and windows were closed. In a way, this was their first time witnessing this.

The blue lotus swirled and rippled like the tide. When the blue lotus was about the right size, Lu Zhou pushed it down.

The blue lotus fell on Pan Litian’s chest and spun before it laid down its roots. A blue-ish energy rippled into the surroundings.

The strong vitality and healing power of the blue lotus healed Pan Litian’s sea of Qi and the wounds that were already present. After fifteen minutes, the blue lotus disappeared into thin air.

At this moment, Pan Litian began to cough.

The others were overjoyed.

“He’s awake!” Pan Zhong hastily helped him Pan Litian up.

When Pan Litian opened his eyes, he felt as though he had emerged from a world of darkness into a world of light. He blinked a few times before confirming he was, indeed, alive. He looked around himself, he saw the happy and relieved expressions on everyone’s faces.

“Old Pan… You gave us quite a scare. Are you alright? Who did this to you? You’re lucky the pavilion master was here, otherwise, you’d be dead. At that time, all I can do is watch over your grave!” Pan Zhong nudged Pan Litian’s shoulder, causing Pan Litian to cough again.

Pan Litian’s mind was clearer now. When he heard Pan Zhong’s words, he said contemptuously, “Oh, shut up… I won’t die yet.”

“Acting tough, huh…” Pan Zhong was rendered speechless by Pan Litian’s behavior.

Pan Litian cupped his fists at Lu Zhou and said, “Thank you, Pavilion Master.”

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and nodded before he said, “Who did this to you? You can tell us without fear.”

Pan Litian sighed softly and recounted the sequence of events to Lu Zhou. When he finished recounting what happened, he added, “I wanted to meet Feng Qinghe and get to the bottom of the matter. However, Feng Liu tried to kill halfway through our journey. Feng Qinghe’s first disciple, Feng Liu, is a shady character. When I was attacked, I had no choice but to burn my sea of Qi… It’s just as well… From this day onward, my debt toward Feng Qinghe can be considered paid.”

As Lu Zhou expected, Pan Litian had been assaulted after he left the Evil Sky Pavilion.

“Your debt is paid?” Duanmu Sheng frowned slightly.

To the others, Pan Litian seemed to have received the short end of the stick.

“Feng Qinghe had secretly helped me when I wanted to leave the Clarity Sect back then… No matter, my life isn’t something valuable. I’m glad to have lived until today,” Pan Litian said before he chuckled wryly, “They think I’m a dead… I’d crawl back up from hell to the Evil Sky Pavilion if I had to…”

The others felt shocked as they looked at Pan Litian.

At this moment, Pan Litian felt someone looking at him. He turned and saw Lu Zhou looking at him. Lu Zhou’s expression was the same as usual making it difficult for him to discern Lu Zhou’s thoughts.

“You think that it can be repaid?”

“What do you mean, Pavilion Master?”

“Elder Pan… It seems like you’ve lived in vain all these years. Why don’t you understand this simple concept?” Lu Zhou shook his head and sighed. “Do you know how many out there are waiting for me to kick the bucket? Do you know how many are waiting to trample on the Evil Sky Pavilion?”

Pan Litian was speechless. Lu Zhou’s words were right. Even if he considered the debt paid, Would Zhenchang Branch share the same sentiment?

Lu Zhou turned around with his hands on his back. He looked at the foot of Golden Court Mountain and said, “I’ll remember this transgression from Zhencang Branch.”

‘I can’t be blamed for holding a grudge or being heartless.’ If there was to be any order in the world, the Evil Sky Pavilion could not endure the numerous provocations by these people.

Zhu Honggong said at once, “You’re right, master!”

“…”

The others looked at Zhu Honggong. He tried to imitate his master’s manner but only looked like a fool instead. Unlike Little Yuan’er, it sounded unnatural when these words were said by him.

Pan Litian nodded and said nothing else.

Lu Zhou said, “Your sea of Qi isn’t completely healed yet. You should recuperate.”

“Thank you.” Pan Litian stood up and bowed deeply at Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou felt it was worthwhile to use his Heavenly Writing power this time around even though he had depleted one-third of the power. With this, he confirmed the Heavenly Writing power could heal these injuries. However, if he wanted to heal his target completely, he would at least need two or three times the amount of his extraordinary power. That was too much. It was true that it was easier to break than to mend. A person’s body had thousands upon thousands of vessels. The sea of Qi was the most precious part of the cultivator. It was never an easy task to heal it. If he did not have the Heaven Writing power, Pan Litian would have been as good as dead with the injuries he had suffered.

“Escort him back,” Lu Zhou ordered.

“Understood.” Pan Zhong brought Pan Litian back to his quarters.

At this moment, Little Yuan’er came running from the eastern pavilion. When she saw Pan Zhong supporting Pan Litian, she curiously asked, “Master, what happened to Elder Pan?”

“He sustained internal injuries due to his own stupidity. There’s no need to bother about him,” Lu Zhou replied.

Upon hearing this, Pan Litian staggered and nearly fell over. He could not retort since it was the pavilion master who called him stupid. All he could do was lean on Pan Zhong’s shoulder and said, “Walk faster.”

“Can you walk faster in this state?”

“Just do as I say…” Pan Litian said through a fit of coughs.

The two of them hastened and vanished from sight.

Duanmu Sheng and Zhu Honggong were slightly stunned by how Pan Litian did not seem injured at all.

Zhu Honggong asked, “Master, is Old Pan putting up an act?”

“Blabbermouth.” Lu Zhou glanced at him pointedly.

“I’ll slap myself right away!”

Smack!

Zhu Honggong slapped himself.

“…”

Lu Zhou ignored Zhu Honggong. He noticed Little Yuan’er holding a letter in her hand. He asked, “There’s a letter?”

“It’s from the shameless Jiang Aijian… I’ll read it.” Little Yuan’er opened the letter and read aloud, “Old senior, there are two things I want to report. Firstly, there’s a report from Liang Province that the people of Rouli have suddenly crossed the heavenly moat and attacked them. With Si Wuya out of the picture, the Nether Sect has weakened considerably. The Nether Sect is currently engaged in a battle with Rouli’s forces. In my opinion, they’ll be at it for some time. Secondly, be careful of the Fiend Extermination Alliance. You must survive. I can only hide and watch from a distance okay… kay… kay…”

“Eww! What a vile and disgusting way to end his letter!” Little Yuan’er tore the letter to shreds and threw it onto the ground before she gritted her teeth and stepped on the shredded paper.

Zhu Honggong was speechless and depressed when he looked at Little Yuan’er. It seemed like he would be bullied his entire life.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and nodded. “I see.” Then, he made his way back to the eastern pavilion.

“Rest well, master.” The three disciples bowed in unison.

Zhu Honggong said, “Those sects from the Noble Path are too despicable… No, we must find a way to deal with them.”

“You?” Duanmu Sheng looked at Zhu Honggong disdainfully before he turned around and left.

“You’re right.” Zhu Honggong scratched his head. “I’ll speak to Seventh Senior Brother about this. He’ll think of something. I can wear my boxing gloves and kill all of them!”

…

Zhu Honggong did not waste any time. It was not long before he arrived at the Cave of Reflection. He was in no hurry to enter. Instead, he poked his head into the cave and inspected the situation inside.

“Get out.” Si Wuya’s tone sounded hostile.

“Huh? Seventh Senior Brother, why… why are you still studying that?”

“Didn’t you hear me? I said, get out!”

Zhu Honggong chuckled sheepishly. “I’m not inside the cave, how am I supposed to get out? No, wait! I’m here because of an urgent matter. Seventh Senior Brother, the Noble Path has formed a Fiend Extermination Alliance. They’re planning to lay siege on Golden Court Mountain again. Quickly think of a countermeasure!” Zhu Honggong said.

“Fiend Extermination Alliance?”

Si Wuya placed the papers in his hand on the table. He looked up with dark circles around his eyes as he asked, “Who told you this?”

“Some guy called Jiang Xiaojian.”

“Jiang Aijian…” Si Wuya frowned slightly. Jiang Aijian was a dependable source.