My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 3: To Teach Without Severity Is The Teacher’s Laziness

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

That commanding voice boomed across the area, lifting the spirits of the righteous cultivators sky-high. In the meantime, the top ten powerhouses in the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm occupied their chariots, sitting with closed eyes as they awaited the barrier's shattering.

“The old villain is here!”

“Be careful!”

All of a sudden, the faces of the cultivators shifted dramatically, and they swiftly retreated backward on their swords. No longer daring to show off, they touched down and blended into the masses.

Precisely then, the top ten experts snapped their eyes open. Yet, Zhou Jifeng, the eldest disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect, displayed remarkable courage. He alone hovered in the air, gazing down from above like he planned to lead the charge.

Every cultivator's gaze locked onto the Golden Court Mountain entrance where a group advanced leisurely, led by Lu Zhou with his four disciples trailing right behind. Without deploying any grand techniques, they strolled like regular folk, yet countless cultivators held their breaths in tension.

This white-haired elder was the infamous villainous patriarch, lord over the nine wicked disciples!

Upon nearing the barrier, Lu Zhou halted, causing his fourth disciple Mingshi Yin to pause in astonishment. ‘Why isn’t he advancing?’

Lu Zhou stayed utterly composed. He realized it might spark doubt among his villainous disciples, but that was irrelevant. After repelling the foes, they would surely submit.

Luo Changfeng, sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, spoke up first. “It’s only been a month, and the patriarch of villains seems to be getting younger.”

The crowd erupted in laughter at his quip.

Lu Zhou ignored it completely. “You’re a bold man, Luo Changfeng,” he remarked coolly.

“Stop pretending! You may be able to fool these few villainous disciples of yours, but you can’t deceive us. It is meaningless to be pretentious. Surrender now, and the orthodox sects of the world will spare you a whole body,” said Luo Changfeng.

Hovering mid-air, Zhou Jifeng called out loudly, “The four of you should be the last four disciples of this old guy, right?”

The ninth disciple Yuan’er rolled her eyes and retorted, “Who else can we be? What an idiot!”

“...”

Zhou Jifeng shot a look at the young girl. Still, he didn’t get mad and continued, “This old villain had been badly hurt, and it has not been easy for him to pretend until now. Here’s a chance for you to give up evil and return to the good—kill him together with us from the orthodox sects.”

“Kill him!”

“Kill him!”

“Kill him!”

Tens of thousands of cultivators bellowed, their shouts rumbling through the heavens and reverberating across all of Golden Court Mountain.

“They are fu*king noisy...Master, please let me fight them! I can’t wait to peel off the skin and break the bones of this arrogant boy!” Mingshi Yin bowed and pleaded.

Mingshi Yin was a true Dao-transforming stage expert in the Divine Court realm, surpassing others at his level. Zhou Jifeng stood no chance against him whatsoever. Thus, the latter gulped nervously, steering his sword back several meters.

He must be tired of living to fight in the vanguard against Golden Court Mountain.

Lu Zhou lifted a hand and declared, “There’s no need. How could these orthodox sects give you a chance to fight them one-on-one?”

“You are right, Master!” Mingshi Yin nodded in agreement.

Flashing a captivating smile, the fifth disciple Zhao Yue mocked, “Handsome boy, your flying sword looks amazing. If you manage to stay alive after receiving a single slap from me, I’ll let you kill me. What do you think about that?”

“You...”

“Jifeng, step back!”

“Yes.”

Luo Changfeng declared, “Who doesn’t know that all the nine villainous disciples of Golden Court Mountain are experts of the Divine Court realm and above? I’m afraid that only villains like you would bully a junior.”

Lu Zhou stayed silent, observing them steadily.

Right then, Chang Jian from the Duanlin branch announced, “Today, the experts of the orthodox sects are joining hands to punish you. You villains have only yourself to blame for this. Good and evil must have their reward at last, so stop putting up meaningless resistance!”

“I have my own judgment as to whether it is good or evil, right or wrong. Even if my disciples do something wrong, they can only be punished by me. It is not up to you to tell me what to do,” Lu Zhou replied calmly.

Hearing this, Luo Changfeng and the rest exploded into laughter.

“You are really good at joking, old thing! By the time you punish them, the whole world will be completely over. Yu Zhenghai’s Nether Sect is swallowing other sects everywhere, but have you punished him? Yu Shangrong robbed tens of thousands of precious items from the secondary capital of Great Yan. Have you punished him?”

“Let me ask you once more: was it Yu Shangrong who kidnapped the princess from the Western Regions, wed to Great Yan?”

“Yes.”

“Was it Si Wuya’s stirring that led to the deaths of thirty thousand cultivators in Rongbei?”

“Yes.”

“Good that you confess it. To instruct without strictness is the teacher's indolence! What more do you have to say?”

Throughout the years, his nefarious disciples had wrought much wickedness. However, right now, he and these righteous cultivators stood as foes with clashing beliefs!

Lu Zhou cast a glance at Luo Changfeng and responded steadily, “And then?”

Luo Changfeng shook his head. “Don't you believe the deeds of your Evil Sky Pavilion are despised by gods and men alike?”

“Folk not of our blood are bound to harbor other intentions. The Western Regions are not our kin, nor are those from Rongbei—yet you show them mercy. Your intentions are vile.”

“You!” Lu Zhou's words enraged Luo Changfeng. The remaining nine powerhouses shook their heads as well, convinced this aged fiend was incorrigible.

Yet, in that instant, Lu Zhou's four trailing disciples showed faint surprise. Their master seldom wielded words well; he usually struck down adversaries at the first discord. But today, he engaged these righteous cultivators in debate. It baffled them.

Mingshi Yin stole a sidelong look at his master. Lu Zhou remained within the barrier, his presence and bearing unaltered from earlier. Still, an elusive unease gnawed at Mingshi Yin, defying precise grasp.

“Old fiend, if you've got the nerve, step out of that barrier now! No use in this charade...” Chang Jian taunted.

“Then, I'll clash with all ten of you once more.”

The elite ten froze briefly before roaring with laughter.

How could an injured Ji Tiandao overcome them now, after his defeat in the clash from a month back?

Luo Changfeng bellowed, “Old fiend, I'll witness how long your bluff endures. Come out and battle me!”

Lu Zhou faced Luo Changfeng with serene expression. Yet, Mingshi Yin's brows knit then eased.

‘Master's nature wouldn't tolerate this. If he truly could face all ten, he'd skip the bickering and debate. This proves it—Master's genuinely hurt!’

A faint smirk curved Mingshi Yin's lips.

Beneath the crowd's intense scrutiny, Lu Zhou emerged from the barrier, defying the gale as he confronted tens of thousands of cultivators. Never before had he beheld such a vast spectacle; he'd deceive himself denying the tension. Still, he must hold steady.

“Come on then, reveal your prowess,” Lu Zhou declared.

Swoosh!

Luo Changfeng shot into the air, his blade duplicating and whirling fiercely like a twirling parasol.

“Behold the Heavenly Sword Sect's signature move, Flash of Heavenly Sword. It unleashes over a hundred strikes in an instant. Not even a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm's pinnacle dares confront it directly.” Heavenly Sword Sect disciples thrilled with fervor.

“Sect Leader's Flash of Heavenly Sword!”

“This strike will expose his real strength. Even surviving it changes nothing.”

“This old fiend seeks his own doom!”