My Disciples Are All Villains

Lu Zhou kept his eyes on Fan Xiuwen. When he heard the news, he said calmly, “How unfortunate.” After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

The door closed again, plunging the room into darkness.

In the pitch-dark room, Fan Xiuwen’s eyes flickered with a faint bluish glow again. However, it only lasted a second before it disappeared.

…

Lu Zhou walked out of the north pavilion and saw a flustered Little Yuan’er. “Master, quick, quick, quick… Fifth Senior Sister is going mad!”

Lu Zhou shook his head. His expression remained the same as he said, “There’s no need to panic.”

The two of them walked to the Cave of Reflection that was located behind the mountain. When they arrived at the Cave of Reflection, many Derived Moon Palace’s female cultivators were already gathered there. Even Hua Wudao was watching nearby.

Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng stood at the entrance like guardian deities.

Hua Wudao said with a sigh, “I didn’t think there’s such an evil technique in this world… To think it’s witchcraft.”

Mingshi Yin asked, “Elder Hua, can you help her?”

Hua Wudao shook his head and said, “I’m afraid the Pavilion Master is the only person who can undo this spell.”

As soon as Hua Wudao finished speaking, the Derived Moon Palace’s female cultivators bowed in unison. “Pavilion Master.”

Hua Wudao hastily turned around. He put his pride away and said, “Pavilion Master.”

“There’s no need for formalities.” Lu Zhou waved his hand and walked into the Cave of Reflection with his hands on his back.

Zhao Yue was behaving like a madwoman at the moment. She was repeatedly running into the walls of the cave.

Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng had covered the walls with a gentle energy to prevent her from fatally hurting herself. However, before they arrived, Zhao Yue had already managed to bruise her face swollen, and her hair was a complete mess. Between her eyes, the scarlet lotus was glowing with increasing intensity.

“Master, Fifth Junior Sister is being controlled by the witchcraft spell. Hurry up and do something about it, master!”

“Junior Sister Zhao Yue’s crime isn’t worth the loss of her life. Please have mercy, master!”

Lu Zhou looked around him and said, “She brought this upon herself.” If she had obediently stayed on Golden Court Mountain, she would not have been afflicted by this witchcraft spell.

Zhao Yue was delirious. She had a murderous look on her face as she spouted nonsensical words to everyone she saw.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“I’ll kill you!”

“Kill! Kill!”

Zhao Yue lunged toward Lu Zhou. Although her cultivation base had been sealed, Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng, naturally, still would not let her do anything to their master.

Two vines grew out of the ground and bound Zhao Yue. Mingshi Yin bowed and said, “Fifth Junior Sister is delirious and spouting words that are not her own. She must be under the influence of the peculiar witchcraft spell. I’ve asked Pan Zhong, and he told me the spellcaster is the only one who can break the spell.” He sighed before he said, “Otherwise… In any case, I don’t believe it. Master, please do something!”

“Where’s Pan Zhong?”

“He’s in the south pavilion, looking up something in the books,” a female cultivator answered from outside the cave.

Hua Wudao said, “Pan Zhong’s not wrong. This spell is extremely evil. It muddles the heart and is capable of turning her into a puppet. Fortunately, Zhao Yue has an amazing fortitude and a stable cultivation base. It must not be easy for her to hold on until now.”

Lu Zhou frowned slightly. He looked at Zhao Yue who was in a frenzy. Her eyes were blank. He barked, “The audacity!” He struck Zhao Yue’s shoulder with his palm. With his Brahman Sea Eight Meridians cultivation base, the others did not suspect anything when his Primal Qi surged. Instead, their attention focused on Zhao Yue. They looked nervous, clearly worried about her.

Lu Zhou had already injected some of his Primal Qi into Zhao Yue’s meridians. Her eight extraordinary meridians were under the witchcraft power’s complete control. Unlike Mingshi Yin, Zhao Yue’s entire body was filled with witchcraft power! It launched itself at Lu Zhou’s Primal Qi at the first moment.

“Hm?” Lu Zhou’s Brahman Sea Eight Meridians cultivation base seemed extremely weak at this juncture. The Primal Qi he had just released was completely devoured by the witchcraft power. The witchcraft power flowed along her meridians and pushed its way toward Lu Zhou’s palm.

Zhao Yue suddenly opened her eyes. She wore a peculiar smile on her face and said, “I finally found you, you old thing!”

“Break!” Lu Zhou barked and pushed. He was not sure if it was a product of his will or if it was due to the danger, he found himself in the state of comprehension when he was studying the Heavenly Writing. His mind was clear, and his heart was calm. The Heavenly Writing’s extraordinary power seemed to have activated as it swiftly converged in his palm. He felt as though he was holding a block of ice.

Bang!

Zhao Yue flew backward from the impact.

Mingshi Yin’s energy cushioned her crash on the stone wall.

Zhao Yue spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. At the same time, the lotus on her forehead disappeared. She fell to her knees and supported her weight with her hands. She struggled for a moment to lift her head before revealing a strange smile on her face. She said to Lu Zhou, “You win this time, old thing.”

Thud!

Zhao Yue slumped to the ground immediately.

The Cave of Reflection was silent.

Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng wondered if they should help Zhao Yue up. After all, she seemed to be cursing their master just a second ago. They were worried the old man would be angered by this.

Lu Zhou said indifferently, “Bring her to the south pavilion.”

“Understood!” Mingshi Yin hastily carried Zhao Yue away.

The lotus on Zhao Yue’s forehead had indeed faded away. At the same time, her Primal Qi was circulating of its own accord.

Mingshi Yin was overjoyed. He said, “Master, I think the spell on Junior Sister is broken!”

Outside the Cave of Reflection, the people cheered loudly.

The female cultivators’ wore an expression of awe on their faces.

Hua Wudao said with a shocked expression, “To think that the Pavilion Master is capable of breaking such an evil spell! My horizons have truly widened!”

At this moment, Pan Zhong came running with a stack of books in his hands. He cried out, “I found it! I found it! Everything that has anything to do with the spell is right here!”

“…”

Pan Zhong came to a halt and looked around him. “Uh… is she alright now?”

Everyone else rolled their eyes.

‘The sun would have set a long time ago if we waited for you.’

Zhao Yue was brought to the south pavilion by two female cultivators.

Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng walked up to Lu Zhou.

“Master, was Junior Sister Zhao Yue being controlled earlier?” Mingshi Yin asked with a lingering fear in his voice.

“Her heart was controlled by witchcraft.”

Hua Wudao walked up to them slowly. He cupped his fists slightly at Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou asked calmly, “Do you have something to say, Elder Hua?”

“The spell on Zhao Yue has been lifted. I think that person won’t be making any moves in the near future. When the spell is broken, if the spellcaster attempts to control the target again, but they’ll be hit by the recoil.”

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, “Elder Hua, do you know anything about this person?”

Hua Wudao heaved a long sigh and said, “I’ve only heard stories about this person.”

“I’m genuinely curious. You would rather stay here than rat out the Second Prince. Are you really doing this to keep the peace in Great Yan?” Lu Zhou asked as he stared at Hua Wudao intently.

“Uh…” Hua Wudao’s expression froze for a moment before he shook his head and said, “I’m afraid only the sect master and the Second Prince knows about this.”

Lu Zhou glanced at him and said, “So, the Yun Sect really has a dirty deal with the Imperial Family.”

“…” Hua Wudao’s wizened flushed red from embarrassment.

Lu Zhou said to Little Yuan’er, “Send word to Jiang Aijian. Tell him that the nice sword I’m giving him is worth the trouble of him coming here to retrieve it.”

‘Jiang Aijian?’ Hua Wudao found the name familiar. Jiang Aijian was a skilled swordsman, but even then, he was only a third-rate character in the cultivation world. Why would the Evil Sky Pavilion value him?