My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 2: The Strategy To Drive Back Enemies
Previously on My Disciples Are All Villains...
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Upon noticing his cultivation base had reached only the ninth tier of Body Tempering, Lu Zhou shook his head in resignation. Regrettably, Ji Tiandao’s cultivation base had vanished entirely. The body, now aged, held nothing but Body Tempering strength.
Ji Tiandao’s Peak Form cards?
“System, is this referring to Ji Tiandao’s peak form during his most powerful era?”
No response came from the system; it appeared that was indeed the case.
Three cards... amounting to an hour and a half.
Even with his weakened strength and cultivation base, Ji Tiandao had managed a draw against the top ten experts, so dominating them in peak form should prove no challenge.
‘A Reversal Card to restore some life force?’
This was precisely what he required most at the moment.
Without a second thought, Lu Zhou activated the Reversal Card, which crumbled into glowing motes that swirled around him at his command.
At that instant, a shiver coursed through him!
Vital energy from nearby vegetation and foliage surged toward him, as streams of power roared across the mountains. Swiftly, these energy streams gathered from mountains and plains alike.
His skin transformed.
His hair transformed.
His vision sharpened.
His life force began replenishing.
Lu Zhou checked the menu: the remaining life field steadily rose.
The Reversal Card’s ability to reverse life... proved astonishing.
Gradually, the sensation faded after some time.
Meanwhile...
Shortly after the four disciples reached the mountain base, a powerful surge emanated from the peak.
“Such an intense energy wave!” Old Third cried out.
“I knew Master possessed superior techniques he hadn’t shared with us!”
“Ever since the betrayal, Master has always kept some ultimate moves hidden during our lessons!”
“But... when I was nearest to Master earlier, I sensed no energy fluctuations in him at all. Rumors in the cultivation world claim Master suffered injuries.”
“Don’t judge by looks! Hiding energy fluctuations is simple. From Master’s earlier display, he clearly has everything in hand.”
“Little Junior Sister, Master favored you above all. Do you recognize this technique?” The other three turned to the ninth disciple.
“Eh? How should I know... Master is always so mysterious!” Little Yuan’er muttered.
While the four patrolled, an orthodox cultivator’s voice boomed from beyond the shield.
“Hear this, villains of Golden Court Mountain! You’re completely surrounded! Emerge at once and meet your doom!”
The shout reverberated across the mountain.
The ninth disciple gazed upward, spotting a chariot soaring through the skies.
“That’s Zhou Jifeng, Heavenly Sword Sect’s eldest disciple. Word is he recently advanced to the Divine Court realm.”
“He’s only freshly entered Divine Court. In a duel, he wouldn’t even match Little Junior Sister.”
“Too bad they’ve brought a crowd.”
“...”
Among Golden Court Mountain’s nine great villains, Ci Yuan’er, the most recent joiner, possessed the lowest cultivation base—at the Dao-controlling stage of Divine Court realm.
“These foes pose no threat... The true danger lies with the top ten experts, all wielding Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm power.”
“Without Eldest Senior Brother’s aid, I just hope Master truly has a strategy to repel the invaders,” the third disciple, Duanmu Sheng, stated, arms crossed over his chest.
The fourth disciple, Mingshi Yin, flashed a cunning grin and remarked, “I know it’s disloyal, but who could halt us four if we chose to escape now?”
Duanmu Sheng, Zhao Yue, and Little Yuan’er fell silent. After a prolonged pause, Duanmu Sheng replied, “How can I abandon the mountain when Master hasn’t granted me a weapon yet?”
The fifth disciple, Zhao Yue, smiled faintly, her red lips parting as she said, “What matters more, your life or that damaged weapon?”
The ninth disciple shot them a conflicted glance and couldn’t resist saying, “Senior Brothers, Senior Sister, are you truly unwilling to battle beside Master? How can you abandon him after all his efforts teaching us cultivation techniques?”
Senior Sister Zhao Yue raised a hand and replied, “Little Junior Sister, you entered the sect last, so much remains unknown to you...”
Mingshi Yin huffed softly and added, “Master did impart cultivation techniques, but he also tormented us relentlessly, didn’t he?”
“Yet we grew stronger thanks to it, didn’t we?” Little Yuan’er puzzled.
“You’re far too innocent. Consider Golden Court Mountain’s infamous reputation and the nine evil disciples’ dark fame.”
A bent stick casts a bent shadow; the traits and conduct of disciples naturally mirror those of their master.
“In any case, this cannot be an excuse for betrayal,” Little Yuan’er said stubbornly.
The other three shook their heads with sighs. Their master could be ill-tempered and capricious at times, dealing harshly with his disciples. They had no idea why their eldest and second senior brothers had left, and their master never brought it up either.
Meanwhile, Lu Zhou was closely examining the system.
After deploying the Reversal Card, a sense of rejuvenation surged through his body. Though it lacked the vigor of youth, it allowed him sufficient mobility.
He stood up, took a deep breath, and executed a basic set of movements. Once accustomed to his renewed form, he sighed, “It’s still a bit too aged.”
In his prior life, endless overtime and late nights had left him feeling no older than thirty. This sudden aged state felt utterly foreign.
Thankfully, his remaining lifespan had recovered to 313 days.
Lu Zhou observed that the mall permitted exchanges for cultivation methods, weapons, and Reversal Cards. This opened the path to reversed progression.
Yet 313 days fell far short. He yearned to regain a state of normal mobility. Appearing so decrepit felt utterly wretched.
Perhaps he could even revert to his younger days? But with scant Reversal Cards on hand, that would wait until the current peril passed.
He doubted any other transmigrator faced such a bind.
“Too bad the novice gifts are so limited. Looks like some clever thinking is required for this crisis.” Lu Zhou pondered deeply. Soon after, he rose slowly and stepped out from the gazebo.
The blazing sun dazzled fiercely. Ji Tiandao’s memories offered plentiful insights, yet beholding the vivid azure sky firsthand still filled him with awe.
Boom!
A thunderous blast erupted, shaking the entire Golden Court Mountain.
Lu Zhou’s brow furrowed faintly. Had the cultivators grown too eager to shatter the barrier?
Boom!
He gazed upward at the unseen shield.
Golden Court Mountain proved a true paradise of feng shui. Its formidable barrier, amplified vastly by the landscape, resisted even Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm powerhouses.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
In an instant, his four disciples appeared before him. They froze in shock at the sight of Lu Zhou standing tall.
“Master!”
“Master!”
“Master!”
“Greetings, Master!”
The final greeting came from his ninth disciple, Ci Yuan’er.
Lu Zhou noted the grin on her lovely face.
“Master, you look a bit younger,” Yuan’er said smilingly.
“Come here!”
“Aye.”
Images of Ji Tiandao indulging Ci Yuan’er flashed in Lu Zhou’s mind. He hadn’t anticipated the old fiend possessing such a tender side. Raising a large, weathered palm, he softly tapped his ninth disciple’s forehead.
“You’re still the sweetest.”
Duanmu Sheng, standing nearby, declared, “Master, they’re attacking the shield. Allow me to confront them! I’ll butcher every last one.”
Lu Zhou’s eyes met Duanmu Sheng’s.
That piercing stare sent a shiver through Duanmu Sheng’s heart; he gulped, bowed his head, and averted his gaze.
“I’ve devised a scheme to repel the foes. Follow me!” Lu Zhou stated calmly.
“Understood!”
With his life force partially restored, Lu Zhou’s steps grew spry.
His four disciples trailed reverently behind as he headed toward Golden Court Mountain’s perimeter.
Beyond the mountain, thousands of cultivators formed ranks in dozens of clusters: some hovered on flying swords, others on chariots, and many on solid ground.
Banners fluttered boldly ahead—the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Duanlin Branch of the Confucian School, the Primal Sect of the Dao League...
“Push harder, everyone! That shield won’t hold much longer! The wicked patriarch of Golden Court Mountain must be gravely injured, or he’d never hide like this. In old times, they’d never tolerate such disgrace quietly!”
“Exactly! He’s too terrified to show himself! Keep goading them into battle!”
A chariot soared across the heavens, from which boomed a commanding voice, “Hear this, you scoundrels of Golden Court Mountain! You’re encircled! Emerge at once and meet your doom!”