My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 1834 (END) - Reunion (2)
Previously on My Disciples Are All Villains...
Lu Zhou plunged into the abyss. No barriers managed to halt him; even the abyss's own power appeared to shrink back in dread. He descended toward the earth's core, smoothly navigating through the abyss. It wasn't long before he reached the spot where seawater converged with the abyss's depths, and there he beheld the golden, square merit stone.
With a flash, Lu Zhou materialized before the merit stone and proclaimed, “The Great Maelstrom is the abyss, and the abyss is the earth. Like flowers growing by the water, I finally found you.”
The surges of energy charging from all sides were effortlessly scattered by Lu Zhou with a simple sweep of his hand.
Lu Zhou placed his hand upon the radiant merit stone and intoned, “All living things have merits…”
Every face of the merit stone featured a grid of nine squares, with each square holding a character.
As Lu Zhou channeled his divine Dao power into the merit stone, visions of countless past eras flooded his mind. He witnessed myriad lives upon this land retreating into the abyss, returning to the merit stone. All things possess an origin and an end.
Lu Zhou noticed the slots on the merit stone meant for treasures. After brief contemplation, he manifested several treasures using his divine Dao power: the Heavenly Dao Flag, the Great Stone of Natural Law, and the Scales of Justice. He then inserted these three treasures into three of the slots.
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Across the lands, trees sprouted and grew rapidly in abundance.
Primal Qi flowed back into heaven and earth.
...
Cultivators across the nine domains immediately sensed the Primal Qi's resurgence and began greedily drawing it in.
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Within the Evil Sky Pavilion.
The members stood up and stepped outside, gazing skyward. Their bodies healed rapidly, their skin regaining its former luster instead of its prior dullness. Once more, they all started reversing their aging.
“It’s back!”
“It’s back!”
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Lu Zhou regarded the merit stone and questioned, “Why do you seek to halt eternal life?”
The merit stone, as expected, offered no reply.
Lu Zhou let out a sigh. “Maybe I should have shattered you long ago. Without cultivation, that issue would never have arisen.”
Moments later, Lu Zhou commanded, “Unnamed, return to your place.”
Buzz!
Unnamed shot forth and slotted into the merit stone's central opening.
Upon filling all ten openings, the merit stone erupted in a brilliant golden radiance.
After a brief pause for thought, Lu Zhou flicked his wrist. Above each of the ten openings, he inscribed a character: Hai, Shang, Sheng, Ming, Yue, Tian, Ya, Gong, Ci, and Shi.
Following this, Lu Zhou clasped his hands behind his back, awaiting the transformation.
As the merit stone shimmered, a pleased smile curved Lu Zhou's lips.
Next, the merit stone's full power unleashed, enveloping Lu Zhou entirely before surging up the abyss to the surface, spreading across the nine domains and the Endless Ocean.
Consequently, everyone's cultivation bases restored as well.
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Above the Evil Sky Pavilion in the sky.
Streaks of light streaked into view, drawing the attention of the Evil Sky Pavilion members.
From the first streak emerged Yu Zhenghai shortly after.
Joy filled the Evil Sky Pavilion members, who bowed deeply and chorused, “Greetings, Mr. First!”
Yu Zhenghai glanced around in bewilderment. He lifted his arm and examined himself, feeling as if he had lingered in endless darkness for ages, yet now he stood back at the Evil Sky Pavilion. He cried out, “I’m back!”
Then, from the second streak of light, Yu Shangrong appeared.
It took little time for Duanmu Sheng, Mingshi Yin, Zhao Yue, Ye Tianxin, Si Wuya, Zhu Honggong, Little Yuan’er, and Conch to manifest in the sky as well.
“Greetings to the ten disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion!”
Lu Zhou’s ten disciples seemed disoriented, as if awakening from a prolonged dream. A rush of emotions surged within them as awareness returned. Though unaware of the events, seeing their fellows brought joyful, contented smiles to their faces.
The ten disciples exchanged smiles with one another.
With their master absent, their Eldest Senior Brother held the highest rank.
Thus, the nine other disciples first bowed to Yu Zhenghai.
“Eldest Senior Brother!”
“Second Senior Brother!”
They proceeded to greet each other by seniority.
“Little Junior Sister.”
After completing their bows and greetings in the sky, the ten disciples burst into laughter.
Witnessing this, the rest of the Evil Sky Pavilion members laughed heartily too.
For the first time in ages, all ten disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion reunited.
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Inside the Evil Sky Pavilion.
The sun dipped below the horizon, ushering in night.
As Little Yuan’er soared into the sky, she spotted her senior brothers and asked curiously, “Eldest Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother, why is the moon not in the sky?”
Si Wuya grinned and answered, “It’s hiding.”
“Oh,” Little Yuan’er replied, skipping any further questions on that. She then inquired, “When is master coming back?”
Si Wuya answered, “Master will return when the moon graces the sky once more.”
“Seventh Senior Brother, how do you know all these things?” Little Yuan’er wondered.
Si Wuya grinned while glancing at his fellow disciples before explaining, “It’s from glimpsing a piece of master’s memories in the Skynet Map.”
“...”
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Almost 30,000 years had passed.
Humanity’s alliance successfully pushed all fierce beasts into the Unknown Land.
Cultivators from the Great Void, along with many from the nine domains, relocated to the Unknown Land and erected cities. Its flourishing state rivaled the former Great Void. Humans disliked the name ‘Great Void,’ renaming it the New World.
Countless cultivators revered the golden lotus domain as a Holy Land, and everyone understood why. Thus, it rose as the supreme leader over the domains and the New World.
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Within the grand hall of the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Si Wuya questioned, “Eldest Senior Brother, the ten Great Void Seeds in the New World are ripe. Shall we retrieve them?”
Yu Zhenghai responded, “Allow nature to unfold. If master were present, he’d choose the same path.”
The group nodded in agreement.
“30,000 years gone by. Where could master be now…”
“The Evil Sky Pavilion stays put until master returns.”
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Three days passed.
Under the night sky.
A luminous moon rose high.
Little Yuan’er, still holding onto Si Wuya’s words from 30,000 years prior, felt disappointed at master’s absence. She grumbled about Si Wuya for three full days and wept just as long.
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One fine morning.
In the vast gazebo of the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Several female cultivators diligently swept the area when a gentle wind swept through.
Unnoticed until then, a white-haired elder sat there with eyes shut.
Spotting him, the female cultivators instantly recognized the figure. Joy and shock filled them as they dropped to their knees, shouting, “Greetings, Pavilion Master!”
Yet, their cries loud as they were failed to stir the old man’s eyes open.
One female cultivator hurried off to inform the others.
Moments later, the ten disciples and Evil Sky Pavilion members arrived in haste.
Leading them, Yu Zhenghai beamed with delight upon seeing the elder. He dropped to his knees at once, proclaiming, “Disciple greets master! We’ve longed for your return!”
Following suit, Yu Shangrong, Duanmu Sheng, Mingshi Yin, Zhao Yue, Ye Tianxin, Si Wuya, Zhu Honggong, and Conch knelt together, chorusing, “Greetings, master!”
“Welcome back, Pavilion Master!” echoed the Evil Sky Pavilion members.
After a brief pause, the elder’s eyes fluttered open, gleaming brightly. A subtle smile graced his lips as he uttered, “I’m back.”
At these words, all knelt once more.
But Zhu Honggong dashed forward, clinging to his master’s leg. Tears and snot streamed down his face as he wailed, “Master! I missed you so terribly!”
“...”
Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong, unsure of their reactions, fixed stoic gazes on Zhu Honggong.
Lu Zhou surveyed the surroundings before inquiring, “Where is Yuan’er?”
From the crowd’s rear, Pan Zhong announced loudly, “Miss Ninth is here!”
Little Yuan’er approached with elegant poise, but now she seemed utterly dazed, like someone else entirely. Reaching the front, she bowed deeply. “Disciple greets master.”
Her odd demeanor puzzled everyone present.
Lu Zhou probed, “Are you feeling ill?”
“I’m okay, really… I just slept too much and dreamed a super long dream. My head’s still foggy…” Little Yuan’er answered, scratching her head as if recalling something.
Just then, Jie Jin’an and Jiang Aijian advanced with cheerful smiles.
“Senior Ji.”
“Brother Lu.”
Lu Zhou gave a nod.
Jie Jin’an remarked, “I always knew you’d come back…”
“Where’s Ouyang?” Lu Zhou asked.
“He’s in the white lotus domain. He’ll arrive shortly.”
Lu Zhou nodded again, a pleased smile spreading across his face. With everyone gathered, he inspected them from head to toe. Each glance and nod affirmed his approval.
Once finished, Jiang Aijian grinned and queried, “Senior Ji, the fresh Great Void Seeds have ripened. What’s your plan for sharing them?”
Slightly taken aback, Lu Zhou hadn’t anticipated the 30,000 years’ passage. Though he knew his stance, he sought their opinions. Thus, he countered, “How would you suggest distributing them?”
Pan Zhong declared, “The ten disciples possess profound cultivation and rank as supreme beings. Each can take on a disciple, with the seeds distributed to those disciples.”
“That’s a good idea,” Zhou Jifeng agreed.
Shaking his head, Yu Zhenghai responded, “In my view, we ought to let nature run its course. After all, the Great Dao and everything else follow nature’s way.”
Silently observing his disciples as they shared their thoughts, Lu Zhou noted their consensus. This held true until Little Yuan’er’s moment arrived.
Squatting on the ground, Little Yuan’er proposed, “Why don’t we hand the seeds to our future disciples?” Her finger then traced words into the dirt.
‘Lovers pine for each other, lamenting the cold night.’
All present nodded in approval of the verse. Some flashed thumbs-up at Little Yuan’er in acclaim, while others proclaimed it an excellent poem.
Lu Zhou recited the poems too. But on his second go, realization dawned that something felt off. Memories surfaced of the poem tied to his disciples. From the first time he’d seen it, he’d recognized it as originating from Earth.
‘The bright moon shines on the sea; from far away we share this moment together.’ Its characters—Hai, Shang, Sheng, Ming, Yue, Tian, Ya, Gong, Ci, and Shi—matched perfectly with the names of Lu Zhou’s ten disciples.
Lu Zhou recalled from memory that the poem’s second line read, ‘Lovers pine for each other, lamenting the cold night’, matching exactly what Little Yuan’er had just scribbled. In ancient script, the corresponding characters were Qing, Ren, Yuan, Yao, Ye, Jing, Xi, Qi, Xiang, and Si.
A solemn expression crossed Lu Zhou’s face, his tone grave as he inquired, “Yuan’er, how do you know those two lines?”
