My Disciples Are All Villains

Liang Yufeng looked at the energy swords that were zooming back and forth and sighed helplessly. He could be shameless and fly 1,000 miles away, but it did not mean he would win. He was the second disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain; he enjoyed indisputable status and immense support in Great Han. He was also one of the few Venerable Masters in Great Han. Countless pairs of eyes watched him, and each of his actions would be magnified. With his master's order, he had no choice but to return.

The people from the Evil Sky Pavilion and the Autumn Dew Mountain looked at Liang Yufeng as he flew back.

Liang Yufeng landed in the arena and looked at Yu Shangrong.

Yu Shangrong had already withdrawn his energy swords and was very calm, as though nothing had happened.

Liang Yufeng said, "I lost."

Yu Shangrong clearly dominated the fight even if there was no real fight. Everyone could clearly see this.

Liang Yufeng was not a fool. If he insisted on being stubborn, not only would he lose this fight, but he would also lose his dignity.

"Thank you," Yu Shangrong said.

Liang Yufeng turned around and faced Chen Fu before he kneeled on one knee. "I'm not skilled and have sullied the Autumn Dew Mountain's reputation. Please punish me, master."

Chen Fu said, "Victories and defeats are common in wars. Having courage and knowing when you're wrong is the most important. Do you understand?"

"I understand, master," Liang Yufeng replied.

Chen Fu asked, "Do you still remember the first lesson I taught you?"

Upon hearing this, the ears of the ten disciples of the Autumn Dew Mountain perked up. The other disciples' arrogance had vanished after their Eldest and Second Senior Brothers were defeated. At this moment, it felt like only their master could hold up the sky. As long as their master was around, Autumn Dew Mountain would not fall. The faith and support Chen Fu provided for the Autumn Dew Mountain and Great Han were too great.

"The path of cultivation is long. You must always remember that there's always someone better than you," Chen Fu said.

Chen Fu was the only Saint in Great Han. He stood against the Great Void and understood the world. However, in the eyes of the Great Void, he was but an ant.

The fights between ants were not something the heavens did not see and could not be bothered to see. Even if the sky collapsed, the ants would not know and would just disappear from the world.

Liang Yufeng bowed sincerely and said, "Thank you for your guidance, master."

"Alright, rise to your feet," Chen Fu said.

"Yes." Liang Yufeng retreated to the side.

After watching Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong, Duanmu Sheng could no longer hold it in. Unlike his Second Senior Brother, as soon as he stepped into the arena, he pointed his Overlord Spear and said with burning eyes, "You, come out!"

Duanmu Sheng was pointing at Zhou Guang, the third disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain.

Zhou Guang was stunned.

Those who thought Duanmu Sheng was dull suddenly sensed a powerful aura from Duanmu Sheng's body.

Whoosh!

Duanmu Sheng raised his Overlord Spear and placed it on his shoulder. He looked awe-inspiring at this moment.

Initially, Zhou Guang had been very confident in defeating Duanmu Sheng. No matter how he looked at it, he did not think Duanmu Sheng had the air or appearance of an expert. However, now, he felt slightly uncertain. Nonetheless, he could not show it. That would be humiliating to the disciples of the Autumn Dew Mountain.

"I've been waiting for a while now," Duanmu Sheng reminded him. If Zhou Guang did not come out now, the flowers were going to wither.

The disciples of the Autumn Dew Mountain felt extremely embarrassed. However, they could only endure this kind of merciless ridicule now.

Zhou Guang looked at Duanmu Sheng who was muscular and radiating vigor, feeling even more certain that Duanmu Sheng was very powerful and not simple. Finally, under everyone's gazes, he walked into the arena and said clearly, "Although I'm the third disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain, my talent isn't high. I'm far inferior to my Fourth and Fifth Junior Brothers. However, my master has taught me not to give in faced with hardships. Even if I lose, I'll treat it as an experience and a chance to learn. I hope that you will advise me."

Before the fight started, Zhou Guang had already thought of these lines. With these words, even if he lost, it would not be too ugly.

Duanmu Sheng grew unhappy when he heard those words. Then, he pointed his Overlord Spear at Yun Tongxiao, the fourth disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain, and said, "Then, I'll spar with you. Although seniority is important, strength is more important. One shouldn't bully the weak, and it's not…"

Mingshi Yin interjected, "Stop. Third Senior Brother, don't blindly speak for everyone. I like to bully the weak. Since ancient times, has there been fairness in the cultivation world? All losers are considered the weak."

"..."

As though he did not hear Mingshi Yin, Duanmu Sheng looked at Yun Tongxiao and said, "In short, I don't like to bully the weak. However, since you insist, I'll play along with you."

Yun Tongxiao: "???"

'When did I insist? Who insisted? Is he an idiot?'

Yun Tongxiao felt really speechless. In the end, he cleared his throat and said, "Very well. I hope I can withstand three moves from you."

These words were akin to taking a step back. They were no different from Zhou Guang's words.

The more Duanmu Sheng listened, the angrier he became. 'This isn't satisfying at all! What does he mean by three moves? If we don't fight for more than 100 rounds, is it even a fight?'

Duanmu Sheng held his Overlord Spear horizontally and said, "Don't say I don't give you a chance. You can pick anyone from the Evil Sky Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, the people from the Evil Sky Pavilion looked at each other and groaned inwardly.

On the other hand, the Autumn Dew Mountain's disciples discussed among themselves, wondering what the other party was up to now.

Chen Fu said with a smile, "Brother Lu, your disciple is very interesting."

"He's always been like this. He's very straightforward," Lu Zhou said.

"Then, should we let them be?"

"Let them be." Lu Zhou nodded.

Lu Zhou and Chen Fu did not intend to interfere, allowing their disciples to do as they pleased.

The Evil Sky Pavilion had already won two matches. Even if they lost the third match, it would not be embarrassing. Moreover, the overall strength of the Evil Sky Pavilion, not just the disciples, was not weak. No matter how much the Autumn Dew Mountain's disciples wanted to win, those who were Venerable Masters should not be so shameless as to pick those who were weaker than them. Moreover, if they did that, by picking the weaker opponents, they could not prove Autumn Dew Mountain's strength at all.