My Disciples Are All Villains

Yu Shangrong opened his eyes slowly. He lowered his head and looked at the hair on his shoulders. He was not shocked by it. He closed his eyes again.

There was a huge wave of energy outside the Cave of Reflection.

Sometime later, a voice rang from outside the cave. The voice was sharp and clear. "Second Senior Brother."

Yu Shangrong smiled faintly and said, "Little Junior Sister." He stood up slowly, picked up his Longevity Sword, and walked out of the Cave of Reflection.

Little Yuan'er was standing outside the cave under the moonlight. She had been happy, but when she saw Yu Shangrong's silver hair, she was shocked and worried. She said, "Second Senior Brother, your-your hair…"

"I'm alright." Yu Shangrong walked up to Little Yuan'er. He looked up at the starry sky and moon with its gentle glow. Then, he shifted his gaze to Little Yuan'er. "You seem to have grown taller."

Little Yuan'er giggled. "Well, it's only natural for people to grow."

"Yes… people grow," Yu Shangrong said.

"The three Elders and Fourth Senior Brother are messing around. I had nothing else to do so I decided to visit you," Little Yuan'er said.

At this moment, Hua Wudao was flying across the sky with his Seven-leaf avatar and Six Compatible Seal. When he sensed some movement at the Cave of Reflection, he hovered in the air and looked down.

Yu Shangrong did not even look up as he spoke, "He's dead. He's inside the Cave of Reflection."

Hua Wudao was slightly shocked and made a move to descend. He was shocked when he saw the dead Jiang Liang. He stooped down to inspect the wound on Jiang Liang's body. When he confirmed that it was left by a sword, he was filled with fright.

Yu Shangrong's cultivation base had been sealed. Naturally, Hua Wudao knew that Jiang Liang was a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm elite. Even if he was injured, he was not someone who could be killed by a person without a cultivation base. How did Yu Shangrong manage it?

Hua Wudao turned and looked at Yu Shangrong who was backlit by the moonlight.

Half of Yu Shangrong had turned white, but his expression remained calm as though nothing was different.

Hua Wudao could not make heads or tails out of it so he decided to give up guessing. He left the Cave of Reflection for a moment and notified the others to move the body away.

When Little Yuan'er saw the corpse, she was also shocked. She said, "Second Senior Brother… you killed him?"

Yu Shangrong nodded faintly.

When he returned, Hua Wudao cupped his fists. "May I ask, how you killed Jiang Liang, Mister Second?"

"With a mighty swing of my sword," Yu Shangrong replied nonchalantly.

"…" There was no flaw in that answer.

Having inspected the wound, Hua Wudao felt now that his question was meaningless.

"I'm enlightened." Hua Wudao cupped his hands slightly, turned around, and left.

Little Yuan'er gave Yu Shangrong a thumbs-up. She giggled and said, "That's amazing, Second Senior Brother… Second Senior Brother, just how amazing are you?"

That question stumped Yu Shangrong. After giving it some thought, he replied honestly, "I'm just slightly less amazing than master?"

"Slightly less?"

"Well, maybe a little more."

"…so, which is it?" Little Yuan'er looked at him, clearly not planning to give up until she had her answer.

"That's not important." Yu Shangrong walked away from the moonlight and went under the shadows of the trees.

This view reminded Little Yuan'er of a certain person. Hence, she said, "Second Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Sister's hair is actually whiter than yours."

Yu Shangrong turned around and said, "Ye Tianxin?"

When Little Yuan'er thought about Ye Tianxin, she became dejected. She said, "Senior Sister Tianxin has it rough. Alas, she's been driven out by Master."

Yu Shangrong smiled. "That kindness of yours is rare, Little Junior Sister."

"Thank you, Second Senior Brother," Little Yuan'er said.

Yu Shangrong noticed that something was not right with her clothes. He asked in confusion, "Is the Cloud Feather Raiment not good?"

"No… It's great, but master won't let me wear it. He says that it's getting in the way of my improvement and cultivation base," Little Yuan'er replied.

"Master's right."

Little Yuan'er said proudly, "I've made some huge improvements lately. Second Senior Brother, let's spar… I couldn't even touch you back then, but I'm sure that I can now."

Yu Shangrong. "…"

Before he could reply, a ten-foot avatar appeared behind Little Yuan'er. It was as quick-witted and cute as its owner.

Yu Shangrong regarded the avatar with a slightly shocked expression. He spoke softly, "Congratulations, Little Junior Sister."

'She's able to enter the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm and form a Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar in such a short time. She has even sprouted one leaf… Perhaps, in the near future, Little Junior Sister would really be able to reach the top of the cultivation world. Her future is something to look forward to!' On the other hand, Yu Shangrong had completely lost his cultivation base. He shook his head.

At this moment, an imposing voice rang in the air.

"Yuan'er, behave yourself."

Little Yuan'er hastily turned around. She saw her master walking toward them under the moonlight with his hands on his back. She bowed hastily. "Master."

Yu Shangrong was slightly taken aback. He went to his Little Senior Sister's side and bowed as well.

Lu Zhou looked at Yu Shangrong's hair. He turned to Little Yuan'er and said, "Yuan'er, I have something to speak about to your Second Senior Brother. Give us some privacy."

"Oh." Although Little Yuan'er was slightly unwilling, she always did as she was told. She turned to look at Yu Shangrong before she waved her hands and said, "Second Senior Brother, let's spar in the future… I'll be going now!"

"Mhm." Yu Shangrong nodded.

After Little Yuan'er left, Lu Zhou extended his hand and said tonelessly, "The Longevity Sword."

Yu Shangrong knew that he could not resist. Yet, he hesitated slightly before he finally placed the Longevity Sword in his master's hand.

When Lu Zhou touched the Longevity Sword, he gauged the energy within it. It was practically empty.

Lu Zhou tossed the sword back to Yu Shangrong and said, "Don't you feel regretful? You could've lived for another 200 years." He was sure that Yu Shangrong had used the remaining power inside the sword to kill Jiang Liang.

The Longevity Sword, like its name suggested, could prolong one's life and stave off death for a while.

Yu Shangrong appeared calm as he said, "I have never regretted the strokes of my sword. In the past, the present, or future, I will never regret it."

With his hands on his back, Lu Zhou asked, "At this point… Do you still think that I'm trying to kill you?"

Yu Shangrong was stunned. Although they had not spoken much ever since they were in Radiant Cloud Forest, he could clearly sense his master's change. After mulling it over, he replied, "There's no guarantee of what might happen in the future."

"The future? How much longer can you live? What future are you talking about?" Lu Zhou retorted.

Yu Shangrong was momentarily stumped. After some time, he said, "You said that you'll kick down the doors of the Nine-leaf stage."

Lu Zhou looked up at the sky and the moon that was shining brightly. He sighed, shook his head, and said, "No matter what I did, that's all in the past…"

Yu Shangrong did not know what he was supposed to say. When he heard this, the animosity he felt in the past rose again, reminding him of what had happened in the past. In the end, he chose to keep quiet.

At this moment, Lu Zhou turned around slowly and looked at Yu Shangrong. "There must be a reason why I tried to kill you in the past… Regardless, you're still my disciple. Your hair has already turned white. Once you've thought things through, come to the eastern pavilion." He did not wait for Yu Shangrong's reply and turned to leave the Cave of Reflection as soon as he finished speaking.

A long time, with the moonlight still shining on him, Yu Shangrong tightly gripped his Longevity Sword with his trembling finger before he entered the Cave of Reflection once again.