My disciples are all villains.

Whizz!

When Primal Qi was channeled into the helm, the cloud-splitting chariot buzzed to life and rose into the air.

Nobody entertained Zuo Yushu.

Zuo Yushu felt awkward. With her identity and status, she would have been greatly respected in any other sect. However, in the Evil Sky Pavilion, she was more of a passerby compared to an actual passerby. It was one thing for Ji Tiandao to ignore her, what gave these two minor disciples the gall to look at her disdainfully from the corners of their eyes? As irritated as she was, as a senior who was quite advanced in age and an old friend of Ji Tiandao, she could not possibly hold this against the juniors.

The flying chariot climbed into the air and exited Golden Court Mountain's barrier as it flew toward the southern regions of Great Yan.

…

Shortly after the flying chariot left, a green-robed swordsman could be seen casually making his way to the foot of Golden Court Mountain. It did not take long before he arrived at the foot of the mountain. He stood there and looked up at Golden Court Mountain's barrier. Then, he looked at the sun and wiped the sweat from his face. Supposedly, an elite with his cultivation base should not be sweating at all. However, he enjoyed this trivial sensation very much now that he had regained his life. This was the only time when he felt that he was truly alive.

"Second Senior Brother," someone called out to him softly from the forest at the side.

Yu Shangrong turned around in confusion before he saw a white-clad Ye Tianxin emerging from behind a huge tree. "Sixth Junior Sister?"

"Second Senior Brother, I knew you'd come back alive," Ye Tianxin said.

"Thank you for your concern, Junior Sister. I'm lucky, that's all." Yu Shangrong smiled faintly.

"You could've worked on your timing, though. Master left in the morning. I don't know where he went."

Ever since Lu Zhou wiped out the seven great sects, Ye Tianxin intended to visit her master on the mountain. However, when she thought about the fact that she was no longer a disciple of the Evil Sky Pavilion, she could not find the courage to climb the mountain.

"Why aren't you going up?" Yu Shangrong asked.

"It's fine."

Yu Shangrong knew what was going through Ye Tianxin's mind. "Do you plan on staying here forever?"

Ye Tianxin replied, "I want to bid farewell before I head west."

"Cheng Huang?"

"Mhm."

"It's a good thing to have a goal. I wish you a smooth journey, junior sister." Yu Shangrong cupped his fists at her. Then, he turned around and went up Golden Court Mountain.

As she looked at Yu Shangrong's retreating back, Ye Tianxin felt slightly stunned. She felt that something was strange, but she could not quite put her fingers on it. She sighed. 'You're so cold, Second Senior Brother. You didn't even try to persuade me to stay.'

…

The cloud-splitting chariot was speeding toward the southern regions of Great Yan. It left a tail in its wake like a meteor.

Lu Zhou stood near Mingshi Yin and looked at the mountains and the land.

Zuo Yushu stood beside him and said, "I have a question."

"Let's hear it."

"I've made some calculations. Your great limit…"

Before Zuo Yushu could finish speaking, Mingshi Yin suddenly launched into a coughing fit.

Zuo Yushu looked at Mingshi Yin in confusion.

Mingshi Yin turned to look at her with a smile and said, "Senior Zuo… My master is already at the Nine-leaf stage. It's only natural… for my master's life to be prolonged. Can't you see that my master looks younger than before?"

Leng Luo and Hua Wudao looked at Lu Zhou. Now that they studied Lu Zhou's appearance, they were shocked. Indeed, he seemed younger than before.

Leng Luo was still alright… most of his hair was black. However, Hua Wudao's silver mane stood out now.

Zuo Yushu made the comparison quietly. Her heart shuddered. 'Is he truly at the Nine-leaf stage now? If he's truly at the Nine-leaf stage, why isn't he summoning his avatar to dispel all doubts?'

…

In the Luo Sect's holy land, Heaven's Virtue.

The 20 peaks stood in a unique arrangement as the clouds swirled around them.

The layers of barriers formed the foundation of this location's defense.

At this moment, the Luo Sect's youngest elder, the Third Elder, Lu Ping, paced about with a long face. He said as he looked at the other elders, "Second Elder, what do we do now? The patriarch's great limit is near. Yet, the Yun Sect just had to join in the attack against the Evil Sky Pavilion. Even the combined strength of all the elites from the Three Sects is no match against a Nine-leaf cultivator!"

Before this, these other elders had frowned upon Lu Ping for being a lackey of the Evil Sky Pavilion. However, they kept quiet now, having no words to retort. This was especially true for Shan Yunzheng, the Second Elder.

In the end, Shan Yunzheng said, "Now's not the time for this. We should quickly think of a plan. If the Evil Sky Pavilion comes, the Three Sects will have to face the consequences."

"The way I see it, we should join hands with the Tian Sect and exclude the Yun Sect. This is the only way we can preserve our lives," one of the elders said.

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

A strange sound rang from beyond the barrier.

Looking up from Heaven's Virtue, ripples could be seen spreading across the huge barrier.

The elders were shocked.

"Enemies incoming!"

Lu Ping squinted as he looked up. He started when he registered what he was seeing. His eyes were wide as he cried out. "It's the Evil Sky Pavilion's flying chariot!"

The others were frightened by his words.

Some of them stumbled backward. Some of their knees weakened. Some even fell to the ground and sat there limply.

The Nine-leaf cultivator was here to seek revenge.

Somebody help!

The inevitable was finally here.

With a grim expression, Lu Ping said, "Stay calm. The Yun Sect's mistake has nothing to do with the Luo or Tian Sects."

The others nodded and felt much calmer.

Lu Ping stepped into the air and summoned his avatar. He passed through the barriers at lightning speed as he flew to meet the cloud-splitting chariot.

A moment later, Lu Ping hovered in midair and said in a clear voice, "Greeting, Old Senior Ji! Forgive me for the lack of hospitality."

The flying chariot paused mid-flight.

Mingshi Yin had the best view. He saw Lu Ping hovering before the chariot. Hence, he beckoned him over. "Come here. You man the helm."

"Gladly!" Lu Ping was overjoyed. At the very least, this meant the Evil Sky Pavilion was not here to seek revenge on the Luo Sect. He flew over to the flying chariot.

Seeing this, Zuo Yushu said, 'As expected of the Three Sects. They're well-educated and have good manners." She was slightly dissatisfied and disgruntled when she recalled the treatment she received from the Evil Sky Pavilion.

After Lu Ping boarded the flying chariot, he looked at Lu Zhou and fell to his knees with a dull thud. He kowtowed and a loud thud rang in the air. He said, "I'm greatly honored to be able to personally man the helm for you, old senior."

Zuo Yushu was puzzled. She felt a stinging sensation on her face as though she had been slapped. Was this… the pride of the Three Sects?

"That's enough. Come on." Mingshi Yin gave Lu Ping a kick.

"Yes, right away… I've benefited much from this kick, Mister Fourth. I shouldn't have wasted the old senior's time on such trivialities."

Mingshi Yin was speechless. 'F*ck. Is he Old Eighth's relative or something?'

Lu Ping hastily switched positions with Mingshi Yin and manned the helm. The flying chariot passed through the barriers and landed on Heaven's Virtue with familiar movements.

Zuo Yushu was surprised to see the elders and disciples of Luo Sect gathered on the holy land.

When Feng Yizhi, the Sect Master of the Luo Sect, heard about this, he had sped all the way here without even tidying his hair. Leading the ten elders, he bowed at the flying chariot.

"Feng Yizhi, the Sect Master of the Luo Sect Master, greets the old senior!"

"Greetings, old senior!"

More and more disciples were flocking to the holy land at this moment and greeted the party from the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Upon seeing this, Mingshi Yin was filled with pride. He enjoyed this feeling very much. He could resist lifting his chin up and straightening his back even more.

Leng Luo and Hua Wudao did not seem to be affected by this. However, they were filled with praise. There were no rules or reasons in the world… Reason was on the side with the bigger fist.

Zuo Yushu remained on the flying chariot, stunned. She had experienced many things and was knowledgeable. Even saints of the Confucian sects were rarely given this treatment.

"Master, look! There's so many of them!" Little Yuan'er was not affected by the welcoming party. She merely liked a lively scene.

Throngs of cultivators swarming toward the holy land in big groups.

The square formations formed a huge energy zone that was approaching the Heaven's Virtue.