My Disciples Are All Villains

Qin Jun exclaimed with surprise as a gust of energy carried him. He was only in the Divine Court realm so Little Yuan'er could easily capture him.

"Master… should I give chase?" Little Yuan'er asked excitedly. When she saw the cultivators making their appearances, she was beside herself with excitement.

However, this was the Divine Capital after all. Elites were as numerous as the clouds.

The Imperial city's guard and the Ten Terminal Formation formed a powerful defensive mechanism. It had been impregnable for many years.

Lu Zhou muttered to himself briefly before he looked at the old butler. "Prepare the carriage."

"Right… right away!" Old Hong understood what Lu Zhou meant. He hastily ordered the servants to prepare the carriages.

This was a peculiar scene indeed.

The Prince of Qi Mansion's servants prepared the carriage and allowed outsiders to bind their master and load him onto the carriage. Fortunately, this was the Prince of Qi Mansion. There was nobody else here. Otherwise, this would become a huge joke.

After the carriage left, Qin Shuo and Qin Ruobing still seemed to have difficulties processing what had just transpired.

"Young master, young lady, don't worry. Master has only gone to the Evil Sky Pavilion for a short stay. He'll be back." Old Hong had no other way of comforting them.

Qin Shuo was so shocked that he was rendered speechless.

Qin Ruobing, on the other hand, mumbled, "If I'd known, I would've asked them to take me along as well."

Both Qin Shuo and Old Hong were puzzled.

…

In the carriage.

Little Yuan'er asked curiously, "Master, can't we fly over like the rest of them?'

Before Lu Zhou could reply, Qin Jun said awkwardly, "Miss… Miss Ninth, can you… loosen this a bit…"

Like the saying went, 'The monk could run, but the temple could not'.

"Keep dreaming!" Little Yuan'er waved her fists.

Qin Jun could only cast Lu Zhou a pleading look.

Lu Zhou said, "Untie him."

Little Yuan'er raised her hand after she scoffed at Qin Jun. A gust of energy loosened the ropes.

At this point, Qin Jun had nowhere to run. It was meaningless to tie him up.

After he was freed, Qin Jun cupped his fists and said, "Thank you."

When he saw Little Yuan'er ignoring him, Qin Jun said, "This is the Divine Capital after all. Old mister doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention… There are many people with great power in the Divine Capital. There are plenty of carriages such as this one. We won't be noticed."

Little Yuan'er nodded as if she understood what was being said.

Shortly after, the carriage slowed to a stop outside the city.

"I expect the cultivators would swarm toward the Mausoleum of Swords once it's opened. We must keep a low profile," Qin Jun said.

Little Yuan'er looked at Qin Jun suspiciously. 'Why is this fellow acting more and more like a person on our side?'

"Where's the Sword Mausoleum?" Little Yuan'er asked.

"It's 30 miles northwest from the Imperial city. It's among the complex of crypts," Qin Jun replied.

Lu Zhou looked in the direction of the Mausoleum of Swords. He understood more about the mausoleum than Qin Jun did. After all, he had access to a millennium's worth of Ji Tian Dao's memories. He would not lose in a contest of knowledge.

When Qin Jun saw that Lu Zhou remained silent, he continued, "Old mister, the letter for you mentioned…" He trailed off suddenly, thinking it was better to be careful of what he said.

"Speak," Lu Zhou told him.

"Your disciple is persistent… Is he the one who wants to cause you trouble?" Qin Jun remembered the content of the letter he opened in the Prince of Qi Mansion.

Lu Zhou said, "You should know that better than I."

"Uh…"

Everyone knew who the traitors of the Evil Sky Pavilion were. There was no way that Qin Jun would not know about them. Meanwhile, this was also meant as a jab at Qin Jun. He knew that Yu Zhenghai was a traitor, and yet, he still worked with Yu Zhenghai. Where was his respect toward the Evil Sky Pavilion's master?

Qin Jun smiled awkwardly and did not reply.

Lu Zhou stepped into the air with his hands on his back. He flew in the northwest direction. He did not know which of his disciples was bothering Jiang Aijian. Was it Yu Shangrong, Yu Zhenghai, or Si Wuya? No matter who it was, if he ran into them, he would take them down on the spot.

"What're you spacing out for? We're leaving." Little Yuan'er had already stepped into the air. When she turned around and saw Qin Jun standing there in stunned silence, she urged him on.

Qin Jun stepped into the air at once. He followed them and said, "I'm coming…" At this moment, he had lost all bearing of a prince.

Qin Jun and Little Yuan'er followed Lu Zhou.

Little Yuan'er was a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivator, after all. Also, she had the Cloud Treading Boots. Her speed was fast.

Qin Jun, on the other hand, felt touched when he noticed that Lu Zhou's speed was almost the same as his own. 'Old mister is adjusting his speed in consideration of me… I really don't deserve this.'

…

Although the three of them did not fly at the speed of a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivators, they arrived quickly since the Mausoleum of Swords was not too far away.

A short while later, the three of them landed near a mountain range which extended for several miles.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard with one hand and placed the other hand on his back as he observed the mountains.

After Qin Jun descended, he said, "It should be near Purple Sun Mountain."

"Let's go." Lu Zhou walked along the winding mountain path.

A while later, they heard what seemed to be a heated argument.

"The Darknet is too despicable! The Mausoleum of Swords should be open to everyone, and yet, they barred everyone from entering!"

"Well, they are villains after all. Don't forget that the Darknet's master is Si Wuya. He's the seventh disciple of the Evil Sky Pavilion."

"I'll accept it if it's the old villain Ji, but not Si Wuya. He's nothing but a traitor!"

At this moment, Lu Zhou and the others turned the corner and saw the group of cultivators.

There were about 50 of them gathered there. Their cultivation bases were of different realms. There were some in the Mystic Enlightening realm, the Brahman Sea realm, and the Divine Court realm.

There was also one at the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm… Jiang Aijian? He was squatting alone on a rock and carried his sword in a lazy manner. He looked at the path that was blocked with a boulder.

"Jiang Aijian."

Jiang Aijian shivered and slid off the rock. He turned to look around him. 'Who would recognize me and call out to me in this wilderness?'

After a while. "Old senior? Long time no see! Oh, how I miss you so… Heh, little girl, you seem taller than before…" Jiang Aijian extended a hand and walked up to them without a hint of shame.

Little Yuan'er rolled her eyes at him and looked in the other direction.

Lu Zhou looked at the barred path and asked, "What's all the commotion about?"

Jiang Aijian pointed at the huge boulder and said, "Your disciple blocked the path…"

"Is it difficult to open the path with your cultivation base?" Lu Zhou asked.

Jiang Aijian cleared his throat. "I'm one of the leaders of the three Sword Freaks. People fall for me, and the flowers bloom for me. I'm an elite of the sword and would never do something like this."

"Hm?"

Lu Zhou stared at Jiang Aijian, causing Jiang Aijian to feel uneasy.

"I'll do it, I'll do it… I was waiting for you, old senior. The moment I sent the message, I knew that you would come," Jiang Aijian admitted.

"You mentioned in your letter that there's something I want in the Sword Mausoleum?" Lu Zhou asked.

"Indeed…" Jiang Aijian nodded and said, "You told me to investigate the Evil Sky Pavilion's item… and I went through much trouble to do that. I didn't know it before this, but I was shocked by what I discovered. The two so-called blank Heavenly Writing scrolls in the Empress Dowager's hands are from the Evil Sky Pavilion."

"Continue," Lu Zhou said.

Jiang Aijian was a prince. It was no surprise that he managed to learn about this.

Lu Zhou already had his suspicions before this. Jiang Aijian's words only confirmed his suspicions. In other words, the final remnant piece was, indeed, still in the Empress Dowager's possession.