My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 4: The Attitude of the Villainous Disciples

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Countless cultivators directed their gazes toward Lu Zhou. The more powerful elites probed for his energy waves, eager to uncover his actual cultivation level. Yet, they detected absolutely nothing, making him seem like nothing more than a regular mortal.

Luo Changfeng's Flash of Heavenly Sword started building its might, with streams of sword radiance swiftly merging into one.

“Master... ” Little Yuan’er appeared anxious. In contrast, her three villainous senior brothers stayed far less tense, observing the scene with keen fascination.

“Don’t worry! Master won’t throw his life away pointlessly, ” Mingshi Yin, the fourth disciple, assured her.

Maybe their master truly possessed some hidden aces up his sleeve. It wouldn’t hurt to have these foes draw them out.

Little Yuan’er easily picked up on what her senior brothers and sister were thinking. Their undisguised looks made it obvious.

But...

Her master confronted the Heavenly Sword Sect’s ultimate technique, one that even a peak Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm powerhouse wouldn’t dare block directly. Clearly, it was Luo Changfeng’s scheme.

Outwardly calm, Lu Zhou felt intense anxiety within. He fixed his eyes on the system menu items—the peak-form experience card and the critical block card—while staying alert to everything around him.

He understood that the peak-form experience card would be essential if things got dire. Plus, he noticed his four villainous disciples starting to harbor doubts.

‘Ding! Side quest activated! The will of others remains hidden; force the villainous disciples to reveal their true nature. ’

Seeing the quest made Lu Zhou’s expression twitch. Enemies assailed him from both ahead and behind! What a miserable master he turned out to be!

Right then, Luo Changfeng’s Flash of Heavenly Sword completed its charge.

“Die! ”

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Countless razor-sharp blades formed a vortex hurtling toward Lu Zhou, whipping up fierce winds that battered the thousands of cultivators, compelling them to squint and obscure their vision.

“Duck, Master! ” Little Yuan’er cried out in alarm.

Duanmu Sheng, Mingshi Yin, and Zhao Yue stared with bulging eyes, concern etched on their faces. Even if their master escaped injury, directly facing such an assault would prove challenging. So why choose that path?

“You can’t die right now, old thing! ” Duanmu Sheng bellowed instinctively, sharing a look with Mingshi Yin and Zhao Yue, their brows knitting together. Should he perish, all those cultivation methods and weapons would vanish too.

Swoosh!

Duanmu Sheng and Zhao Yue surged forward. As the horde of blades closed in, the third and fifth disciples unleashed massive energy surges, one rushing to shield their master, the other clashing against Luo Changfeng’s assault.

“Oh? ” Lu Zhou’s brow furrowed faintly. ‘As expected of villainous disciples. Do they fear I’ll take the treasures to the grave upon my death? ’

“Master, retreat! ”

Duanmu Sheng’s full-force wind blast slightly diverted the blades’ path, redirecting them toward Golden Court Mountain’s barrier. Still, the lingering force jolted Lu Zhou, churning his insides. He spun around and dashed back into the shield, pretending to panic.

Intended to rescue her master, Zhao Yue’s energy surge hit the protective barrier just as he crossed inside.

Boom!

Boom!

Like dazzling fireworks, the explosion burst against the unseen shield suspended in the air.

Crack! Crack!

In an instant, fissures spiderwebbed across Golden Court Mountain’s shield. It wouldn’t hold much longer.

Silence descended as vision cleared for everyone. Lu Zhou glanced upward at the barrier and inwardly sighed.

No trigger for the critical block card, though he retained five. Meaning, no strike could touch him at present. But these villainous disciples had wrecked his strategy!

“I knew this old villain was faking it. He fled awfully quick back there! ”

“I saw it too. Such a pity! ”

“Who’d have thought the dreaded villain patriarch would stoop so low. ”

This boosted the morale of the tens of thousands of cultivators.

Luo Changfeng soared ahead, peering down from above as he declared, “So that’s your ploy? Truly eye-opening. ”

Though his strike had failed, it didn’t faze him. To the righteous sects, any schemes from these villains meant nothing.

“Luo Changfeng, how shameless! Should my Master stand still like a training dummy for your full-powered strike? Do you think we’re all idiots? ” Zhao Yue mocked with a grin.

“Zhao Yue, your master and I were exchanging strikes, yet you barged in without his permission. Haha... Clearly, the patriarch of villains no longer commands the same reverence,” Luo Changfeng mocked.

“Who would have thought a mighty patriarch of villains would require shielding from his own villainous disciples? This bizarre tale will surely spread across the world.”

Lu Zhou ignored their taunts entirely, dismissing them as pointless mockery that wasted breath. He turned his attention back to the peak-form experience cards. Three in total granted him one and a half hours at peak strength. Thus, activating them meant he must swiftly crush the foes before time ran out.

Noticing his master’s look, Mingshi Yin saluted with a cupped fist and declared, “Master, why bother arguing with these fools? Your supreme power can pin down the top ten elites, leaving the rabble to us four. Wouldn’t that be ideal?”

Lu Zhou’s brow furrowed as he rumbled deeply, “Are you questioning my judgment?”

“No, this disciple wouldn’t dare!”

Lu Zhou now fully grasped the principle of ‘settling internal strife before facing external foes.’ Failing to subdue these treacherous villainous disciples would spell endless trouble ahead.

Peak-form experience cards had a set duration; exhausting them would plunge him back into peril.

“Duanmu Sheng!”

“Yes, Master?”

“How dare you!” Lu Zhou’s tone boomed louder.

“What?”

“Who gave you leave to meddle in my business?”

Duanmu Sheng’s face shifted subtly. He rushed forward, knelt down, and pleaded, “I admit my error, but I feared for Master’s well-being. That sly old Luo Changfeng schemes to lure Master into his snare! Master, don’t take the bait!”

Truth be told, the signs were glaringly clear; only a flimsy veil concealed them. Over the last month, Ji Tiandao had strained to maintain his facade. Yet these disciples weren’t fools—certain clues had sparked their doubts long ago.

As a dimension traveler, Lu Zhou wasn’t Ji Tiandao; no amount of mimicry captured the old man’s true flair. Now, the villainous disciples saw through the act. With their master feigning, they saw no reason to keep up the pretense.

Unlike Duanmu Sheng’s feigned terror, Mingshi Yin grinned slyly and remarked, “Master, you’ve put on quite the show! Time to drop it.”

“Oh?”

“Third Senior Brother, rise...” Mingshi Yin’s demeanor flipped. Duanmu Sheng’s deference vanished as he stood up gradually.

The fifth disciple, Zhao Yue, giggled and urged, “Surrender, Master! Hand over your cultivation methods and treasures, and we’ll escort you away today. You’ll remain our Master forever.”

Little Yuan’er’s eyes widened in shock as she cried, “Senior Brothers and Sister, what’s going on...”

Beyond the barrier, Luo Changfeng and his allies roared with laughter at the villains turning on each other.

“You might dodge heaven’s wrath, but not your own misdeeds!”

“Karma strikes! With disciples like these villains, you ought to have foreseen this.”

“Those five betraying villainous disciples prove it. Even without our righteous sects’ assault, this old villain’s doom was sealed.”

The top ten experts exchanged glances and burst into laughter.