My Disciples Are All Villains

Lu Zhou sighed and said, slightly emotionally, "That disciple of mine has had a hard life. He had been to the brink of death several times. He would've died long ago if he weren't lucky. He's good at everything, but he's a little conceited."

Bai Zhaoju nodded in understanding.

Jiang Aijian thought to himself, 'You usually like to suppress your disciples and rebuke them. Who knew you actually secretly like to praise them so much!'

Bai Zhaoju said, "Perhaps, he's destined to live. I'm still waiting for him to return to inherit the Lost Kingdom."

Jiang Aijian chuckled and said, "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I think he already has someone in his heart…"

Bai Zhaoju: "?"

"Don't look so surprised. When he was in the golden lotus, he was admired by many women," Jiang Aijian said.

Bai Zhaoju asked, "How does this conflict with inheriting the Lost Kingdom?"

"Uh…" Jiang Aijian was speechless.

'Alright, alright, there's no conflict. You're right!'

Bai Zhaoju looked at Lu Zhou and said, "Brother Ji, if you don't mind, you can stay on the Lost Island for a time. Hua Zhenghong died along with quite a few Templars. I'm afraid Ming Xin won't let this go."

Lu Zhou said, "He won't act rashly."

"Why do you say so?" Bai Zhaoju asked, puzzled.

"He's still waiting for me to pave the way for him," Lu Zhou said with a faint smile, "Many people yearn for eternal life, and he's no exception."

Bai Zhaoju deeply agreed with Lu Zhou's words.

The Sacred Temple that strongly opposed breaking the shackles of heaven and earth finally veered off the path. The dragon slayer had now become the evil dragon.

At the very least, the Unholy One had openly sought eternal life. On the contrary, the Sacred Temple hid in the dark and did questionable things while pretending to oppose eternal life.

Bai Zhaoju asked respectfully, "Then, Brother Ji, may I ask if you've already understood it?"

Lu Zhou did not nod or shook his head. Instead, he said, "100,000 years ago, I was fumbling along the path. 100,000 years later, I'm walking the same path. I will only succeed; I will not fail."

Like many others, Lu Zhou hated failure and liked success. If the Unholy One could not walk to the end of the path, then he would complete the journey for the Unholy One. As his cultivation increased, he increasingly felt like he was the Unholy One, and the Unholy One was him. The memories he obtained seemed like his own experience.

At this moment…

"Your Majesty."

A white-clad cultivator walked in. When he saw the situation in the hall, he hesitated.

"What is it? Speak," Bai Zhaoju said.

"There's news from the Great Void. Cracks are showing on the Pillars of Destruction at Shitige and Xieqia. The Sacred Temple has already sent many people there. I'm afraid, I'm afraid they're about to collapse."

Bai Zhouju frowned and rose to his feet immediately. "Is it true?"

"Yes!"

Seeing the anxious expression on Bai Zhaoju's face, Lu Zhou said calmly, "If they collapse, so be it. The Great Void won't collapse for at least another 100 years. Don't worry."

"Brother Ji, aren't you worried?" Bai Zhaoju was puzzled. Although he did not like the Sacred Temple, he did not want to witness the tragedy that would come with the collapse of the sky.

Jiang Aijian, who recalled Si Wuya's words, said, "Your Majesty, isn't it better if the sky collapses?"

Bai Zhaoju turned to look at Jiang Aijian.

Jiang Aijian said confidently, "If you look back at the long river history, you'll see that every change was not without reason. Every change, good or bad, shaped the present."

Bai Zhaoju remained silent.

Jiang Aijian continued to say, "The Great Void tried its best to maintain the balance and protect the pillars. Now that the pillars have begun to collapse, how long do you think the Great Void can hold on? 100 years? 300 years? 1,000 years? Regardless, what will come will come. It'll collapse sooner or later. Your Lost Kingdom won't be affected. When the time comes, the Great Void will fall, and the darkness will leave, allowing the sun and moon to shine again. That's the world that heaven and earth intended it to be…"

As Jiang Aijian spoke, he gestured passionately with his hands like a poet reciting a poem, putting on a posture that he thought was very handsome.

Bai Zhaoju appreciated Jiang Aijian's words and thought they made sense. He nodded and sighed, "I'm old, and my thinking isn't as good as you young people. Perhaps, you're right."

The older one was, the more conservative one would become. There was no right or wrong. However, in this case, Bai Zhaoju thought perhaps it was fine to be more radical.

At this moment, Lu Zhou slowly rose to his feet and said, "Since the Lost Island is safe, I won't stay any longer."

Bai Zhaoju hurriedly said, "Brother Ji, why don't you stay for a few more days? I'll help you with whatever matters you need to do. I really want to talk to you until late at night. There are many things that I've hidden in my heart that I have to say out loud. We're now in the same boat. If you leave now, won't my Lost Kingdom be in danger?"

Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "You'll be fine. I still have important matters to attend to. I'll see you another day."

"..."

Jiang Aijian naturally understood Bai Zhaoju's thoughts. He chuckled and said, "If I were still pretending to be Qi Sheng, I'd come up with a plan for you. Although my identity has been exposed, I'll still give you an idea. Zhi Ming has already woken up. With his ability, it's easy to change location. The Endless Ocean is vast, after all. Moreover, the people of the Lost Kingdom won't even notice you're moving."

Zhi Ming was extremely big. Hence, if it moved, most people would not even sense it.

Bai Zhaoju looked at Jiang Aijian and said, "You have a point. Alright, in that case, I won't keep you."

"Farewell," Jiang Aijian said as he cupped his fists together at Bai Zhaoju.

With that, Lu Zhou and Jiang Aijian left the Lost Kingdom and returned to the Evil Sky Pavilion.

…

The news of the Unholy One's return and the signs of collapse appearing on another two Pillars of Destruction stirred up an unprecedented commotion in the Great Void. There were also the deaths of Hua Zhenghong and the Templars.

The ten halls of the Great Void in particular were extremely anxious.