My Disciples Are All Villains

Lu Zhou could clearly see the red glow on Unnamed was more intense now. It seemed longer as well.

'Its grade?' Lu Zhou was still not certain about it. With a thought, he gave it a command. As expected, Unnamed returned to his palm. He gave another order. Unnamed morphed into a black rock, a hammer, a saber, a prong, and other weapons. However, it would only be surrounded by the peculiar inscriptions' energy when it was in the form of a sword. The sword form was much more powerful than the other forms as well. 'It seems like it still has limitless potential so its grade is still unknown?'

Anyway, this was not the time to be studying Unnamed. Lu Zhou put it away and surveyed his surroundings. It was eerily quiet. When he was certain it was safe, he descended to the ground. After calculating, he discovered he lost two Impeccable Cards and did not earn a single merit point in this debacle.

He looked at the Seven Terminal Formation on the ground. Indeed, it was not shining anymore. It no longer showed any signs of being active.

'Strange.' Lu Zhou walked toward the Demon Sword.

At the spot where the tombstone cracked open, there was nothing else apart from the eight broken chains and the rubble. Only a handful of swords on the ground remained undamaged. Naturally, the swords that survived the battle were good swords.

At this moment, the injured cultivators got up at once and kowtowed at Lu Zhou sincerely. The sounds of their foreheads hitting the ground echoed in the mausoleum.

"Thank you, old senior!"

"Thank you, grandmaster!"

"You're my adopted parent! Please accept my act of worship!"

"Ding! Genuinely worshipped by 15 individuals. Reward: 150 merit points."

When he heard this notification, Lu Zhou did not know if he should laugh or cry. 'I'm a far cry from being a kind person...'

The cultivators of the four major sects were practically wiped out. The remaining cultivators were from the minor sects, and he had nothing to worry about.

Lu Zhou walked up to the Demon Sword and conjured up some Primal Qi...

All of a sudden, the monk, Kong Yuan, suddenly did a flip and got back onto his feet... His double Dhyana Mudra flickered when it was reactivated. He took in his surroundings with widened eyes. An incredulous expression appeared on his face when he got a clear look at everything. 'What happened? How long has it been since I was out? Where's the Seven Terminal Formation? Why is the Demon Sword lying on the ground''

His brain hurt as memories flooded into his mind. He remembered now. He was here to snatch the Demon Sword. He had been defeated by the Demon Sword and had fallen to the ground. Fortunately, he was protected by his Buddhist prayer beads. He was not critically injured.

"It's you?" Kong Yuan's expression shifted from one of shock to one of fury.

"Kong Yuan..." Lu Zhou stroked his beard.

"Nobody can touch what's mine. I don't care how you broke the Seven Terminal Formation... I'll be taking the Demon Sword away." Kong Yuan was completely oblivious to what had happened.

"Oh?" For some reason, Lu Zhou discovered that he was excited and delighted that Kong Yuan was alive.

Kong Yuan straightened a palm and said, "Old benefactor, I'm grateful that you're able to break the Seven Terminal Formation. A sword like this... only an abled person can wield it." Without any warning, his double Dhyana Mudra burst forth.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "I've said it before, Zen is Zen, and Fiend is Fiend... Fiend Zen isn't true Zen..."

"Are you trying to teach me about cultivation?" Kong Yuan chuckled. He did not deactivate his double Dhyana Mudra. He wore a disapproving expression on his face as he said, "Zuo Xinchan's Fiend Zen is but child's play. He can't hold a candle against me. I'm the only person in the world who's able to cultivate Fiend Zen... If I'm second in Fiend Zen, who dares to claim to be the first?" The two Dhyana Mudras with striking radiances were the best proof of this.

Lu Zhou shook his head. "Frog in a well..." He paused before he spoke while accentuating each syllable, "I'll teach you what is Fiend Zen." He raised his right hand and directed his palm downward. A faint glow appeared in his palm. The glow swirled in an anti-clockwise direction.

"Hm?" An ominous feeling rose in Kong Yuan's heart. Although there were no intense fluctuations of Primal Qi from the old man before him, he could not help but feel an inexplicable danger.

The cultivators nearby frowned.

"Who's this old man?"

"His strength is on par with Kong Yuan!"

"Are the Buddhist Sects fighting each other?"

When they remembered the huge Buddha Golden Body just now, they thought this was an internal feud. They recalled the news of the conflict between the Heaven Choice Temple and the Temple of Great Emptiness that spread throughout the cultivation world. The Temple of Great Emptiness had sent their people on a punitive expedition against the Heaven Choice Temple. For some reason, the Four Divine Monks were killed, and the Heaven Choice Temple was no more. Until this day, nobody knew what really happened. The current situation looked exactly like an internal feud between Buddhist Sects!

Lu Zhou stood with his back straight. He bent his arm forward and pushed forward with his palm. A miniature palm print appeared.

"A small Seal of Fearlessness?" Kong Yuan did not know if he should laugh or cry. He said disdainfully, "Is this your so-called true Fiend Zen? I... this.. this..." He was halfway through his speech when the miniature palm print suddenly enlarged when it was almost upon him. It was now several feet tall!

The small Seal of Fearlessness instantly became a Great Seal of Fearlessness! Also, it was a black Great Seal of Fearlessness.

Kong Yuan hastily retreated while maintaining his double Dhyana Mudra with a fearful expression on his face.

The others watched this with their mouths agape. 'This is another f*cking twin zen cultivator!'

'Since when did the Buddhist Sects produce these many elites?'

'Is this even allowed?'

Whizz!

Kong Yuan immediately activated his Buddha Golden Body while maintaining his double Dhyana Mudra. "The Great Seal of Fearlessness can't do anything against me..."

Boom!

The Great Seal of Fearlessness enlarged again!

The Golden Buddha Body seemed like a decoration as the larger, black palm print held it in its grasp.

Boom!

A loud explosion sounded before it fell completely silent.

Lu Zhou looked at the fading black palm print indifferently.

"Ding! Killed a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm target. Reward: 1,500 merit points."

'Break even.'

However, if this went on, he would one day be in a situation where he could not afford to use a Deadly Strike Card. In any case, he had to kill Kong Yuan.

After the black palm print faded away, a string of prayers beads dropped from the air.

"Ding! Obtained Buddhist prayer beads. Refining needed before use."

This was an unexpected gain.

He waved his arm. The Buddhist prayer beads flew into his hand.

The first among the four major Buddhist Sects, the abbot of the Temple of Great Emptiness, the first of the Fiend Zen from the beginning of time, Kong Yuan, died on this day.

Jiang Aijian was stunned.

Clang!

Dragonsong slipped Jiang Aijian's hand.

When Little Yuan'er saw this, she said condescendingly, "And he called himself the first of the Fiend Zen... Ptooey!"

Jiang Aijian snapped back to the present, and he hastily picked up his beloved Dragonsong. He held it in his embrace and wiped it...

"Old senior, you surely make an impact whenever you make a move! I, Jiang Aijian, am impressed by no one else but you!"

The other cultivators kowtowed again.

"Thank you, old senior!"

It was a shame that he could not be rewarded for being kowtowed at twice.

Lu Zhou ignored them. He waved his arm and the Demon Sword flew into his hand. He wrapped his hand around it. A biting cold traveled from its hilt into his palm. As he expected, this was no ordinary item.

Lu Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly. The Demon Sword vibrated. It was unclear if it was afraid or merely trying to break free of his control.

At this moment, a peculiar sound came from the tunnel.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

Everyone's attention was attracted by the sound.