My Disciples Are All Villains

Lu Zhou opened his eyes. His mental state was unprecedentedly clear. His Eight Extraordinary Meridians and internal organs seemed to be suffused with the supreme mystic power. He felt as though he had been injected with stimulants.

Through his senses, he discovered his blue Eight Methods Connected avatar was no longer absorbing the power of heaven and earth. He was now certain the source of the supreme mystic power was the blue avatar.

The normal order of cultivation should be to temper the body first. After entering the Mystic Enlightening Realm, one would be able to form an avatar. With an avatar, one would be able to mobilize the vitality energy through one's Dantian's sea of Qi. The amount of vitality energy one could control was proportional to the strength of one's avatar.

However, it seemed like Lu Zhou's system had changed the order of cultivation for him. Initially, he had obtained the extraordinary power and the supreme mystic power from the Heavenly Writing first. Then, he had to rely on his golden avatar to unleash the extraordinary power and the supreme mystic power. It seemed like the system was waiting for him to grow strong enough to control the blue avatar.

The blue avatar possessed all the abilities of the golden avatar, but the blue avatar also possessed the seven Heavenly Writing Powers. Only time would tell if it possessed any other abilities.

At this moment, the forked lightning was getting fewer and fewer. They did not harm Lu Zhou at all; all they did was bind him.

He felt slightly distressed when he thought about how he had wasted an Impeccable Card. However, when he thought about how his avatar had advanced three stages in one go, he thought the loss was acceptable.

Previously, he had used up more than 2,000 years of life just to evolve his avatar to a Five Energies Universe avatar. In the future, how big a loss would he have to suffer to further evolve his avatar? Could he just find a place where lightning struck to evolve his avatar? Why would he waste his lifespan when he could do that? However, after mulling over it for a moment, he thought perhaps this would not have been possible without the White Tower Council's 30,000 Dao inscriptions. Instead of Dao inscriptions, perhaps, he should start looking for sacred items like the Green Cicada Jade.

…

At this time, Gongsun Yuanxuan who was observing from afar could not tell if Lu Zhou and Lan Xihe were alive or dead. All he could see was the blood on the astrolabe and Lan Xihe's body. He could also see Lu Zhou who seemed to be immobilized by the forked lightning.

At this time, Gongsun Yuanxuan suddenly recalled the scene where he was lying on the ground outside the white tower when he had lost a Birth Chart to Lu Zhou. With this, his heart began to race in his chest, his blood churned, and his breathing grew heavy as he thought to himself, 'Is there going to be a better opportunity than now?'

Gongsun Yuanxuan no longer hesitated as he ordered, "Go!"

With just a word, the cultivators rushed toward the white tower.

The wind stirred as energy seals sailed in the air.

Ning Wanqing's ears twitched slightly before he said, "Stop them."

All the elders and members of the White Tower Council spread out and manifested their avatars.

One after another avatars appeared, blocking the white tower.

For a time, the cultivators from both sides engaged in a fierce battle.

Energy seals covered the sky.

Since the White Tower Council was located to the west of Great Ming, there were very few people around since it was far from human cities. For this reason, the cultivators did not hold back as they unleashed their energy seals.

The overall strength of Great Ming cultivators was inferior to the White Tower Council cultivators, but the Great Ming cultivators had numbers on their side.

At this time, about a dozen cultivators slipped past the White Tower Council cultivators and flew up toward the Lan Xihe and Lu Zhou.

Upon seeing this, Ye Tian cried out, "Master!"

Ye Tianxian did not hesitate to fly up as butterfly-like energy seals filled the air.

"Stop her!"

The two white-clad cultivators split up to deal with Ye Tianxin.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The seven or eight Great Ming cultivators wore ecstatic expressions on their faces as they flew up the white tower with their swords in hand. Since they dared to fly up, it meant that the forked lightning had vanished. It also meant that Lu Zhou was no longer restrained.

When the cultivators stabbed their swords forward, Lu Zhou opened his eyes that flashed blue for a fleeting moment. He swept his gaze across the cultivators and said, "How dare you…"

Lu Zhou straightened his back as a blue lotus bloomed under his feet.

The blue lotus was slightly different from before. It was more dazzling, and its color was more vivid.

'To gain the power of muting so that samadhi will manifest in the body and radiate into the surroundings like light yet being unswerving in samadhi'.

With this technique, Lu Zhou sent all the cultivators flying back.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The cultivators vomited blood; all of them had terrified expressions on their faces.

"He's fine?!"

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Old Demon Lu is fine! It's over! It's over!"

"Where's the Grand Tutor?! Where's the Grand Tutor?!"

Upon hearing these words, all the cultivators from Great Ming who were overjoyed just a moment ago began to retreat in a hurry without asking any questions, and Gongsun Yuanxuan was nowhere to be seen.

The elders of the White Tower Council chased after the fleeing cultivators.

On the contrary, Lu Zhou stayed in place, sensing his blue avatar.

Although the blue avatar was powerful, it still could not compare to the Heavenly Writing for now in terms of supplying supreme mystic power. It could only unleash the Heavenly Writing Power once.

'The Eight Methods Connected avatar is still a far cry from a Thousand Realms Whirling avatar…'

Perhaps, when the blue avatar evolved to a Thousand Realms Whirling avatar, he would be able to use the Heavenly Writing Power more than once. Needless to say, it was going to be terrifyingly powerful at that time.

After regaining his senses, Lu Zhou surveyed his surroundings. He was not surprised to see the White Tower Council cultivators chasing after the cultivators from Great Ming. After a moment, he shifted his gaze to Lan Xihe.

'Hm?'

Lan Xihe's eyes were still closed. The wounds she had sustained and the bloodstains had disappeared at some point. What was even more strange was that her aura, Qi, and spirit were hundreds of times stronger than before. Her long hair was like a willow tree, and her body was glowing.

The Sun, Moon, and Star Wheel's appearance seemed to have changed as well. It flew left and right as though it was protecting its master. On the other hand, the white astrolabe had long disappeared.

Lu Zhou was puzzled. Could it be that Lan Xihe had some sort of breakthrough as well? He continued to observe her; he kept feeling like she had changed, but he could not put his fingers on what had changed exactly. Her aura was mysterious and strange; the sense of strangeness was especially strong.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The 30,000 Dao inscriptions vanished from the sky and returned to the wall of the white tower.

All the cultivators of the White Tower Council returned and looked up at the sky silently.

The dark clouds had already vanished as well.

Lu Zhou thought it was not a good idea to keep hovering in the air. Therefore, he launched a palm seal to push Lan Xihe down as well. However, as soon as the palm seal drew near to her, it disappeared.

'Strange.'

Lu Zhou launched another palm seal; it disappeared again. He repeated this three times, and the results were the same.

At this moment, Lan Xihe suddenly opened her eyes and launched a palm seal that spanned 300 meters toward Lu Zhou.

"Lan Xihe!" Lu Zhou's voice darkened. A blue light blossomed from his palm immediately.

Bang!

"Tower Master!"

"Master!"

Everyone cried out in surprise, looking up in confusion. They did not know what was happening.

After the white palm seal shot past Lu Zhou harmlessly, he looked down at Lan Xihe.

Lan Xihe did not seem surprised. "You've become stronger again."

Lu Zhou studied Lan Xihe for a moment before he said, "You're not Lan Xihe."

Lan Xihe's figure flashed and drew level with Lu Zhou. Her eyes seemed to shine with the light of the sun, moon, and stars as she calmly said, "Lan Xihe is me, and I'm Lan Xihe. There's no difference…"

Lu Zhou looked at Lan Xihe and furrowed his brows. "Of course, there's a difference."

Lan Xihe raised her head and said, "Maybe. I remember everything. I remember everything now."

Lan Xihe looked at the white tower, the vast snowy land, the mountains, and the cultivators looking up with worried expressions on their faces. She waved her arm, and the Sun, Moon, and Star Wheel flew in front of her. Everything was strange and familiar at the same time.

Memories seemed to surge out of the Sun, Moon, and Star Wheel like a flood.

"Who are you?" Lu Zhou asked.

Lan Xihe looked at Lu Zhou and said with a sigh, "Humans are still the same. They like to fight among themselves until they bleed."

This answer that was not an answer was even more confusing.

Lan Xihe said mysteriously, "It's been thousands of years. I'm tired of it..."