My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 467 - Poor Eldest Senior Brother

Chapter 467: Poor Eldest Senior Brother

The appearance of Si Wuya’s diary shattered his defenses and arguments.
Lu Zhou had thought long and hard after obtaining the diary. Sometimes, his mind would wander to it while he meditated on the Heavenly Writing scrolls. What kind of person could return from the dead? Even a person such as Yun Tianluo could not come back to life even with the help of the mysterious Luo woman. How did Yu Zhenghai manage that? In truth, even if he could not find the answer from his memories, he could still find it in the books. ‘Watering them to bring them back to life’. This sentence was too obvious of a clue.
Si Wuya remained kneeling as he slowly said, “Several hundred years ago, the Wuqians once lived inside Great Yan. When the war broke out, the Wuqians had to migrate elsewhere. They traveled from Yang Province in the easternmost region to Liang Province in the westernmost region. All was well, in the beginning.”
Si Wuya continued to say, “The Wuqians were caught in the crossfire of the war between Great Yan and Lou Lan. They were nearly wiped out. Only three tribesmen survived. Eldest Senior Brother was one of them. They were still young back then. They had to beg for a living and sleep on the streets. They were beaten, cursed at, and scorned. Eldest Senior Brother often stole food for his fellow comrades. Eldest Senior Brother is unyielding and stubborn in nature. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even bow his head after a beating…”
Lu Zhou had experienced this firsthand. Yu Zhenghai’s temperament could simply be described as being stubborn. It was nearly impossible to change Yu Zhenghai’s mind once he had made up his mind.
“Then, two of out of the three were beaten to death. Eldest Senior Brother was sold off by some traffickers to Lou Lan.” Si Wuya paused at this moment. He looked up slightly, trying to gauge Lu Zhou’s expression. He discovered Lu Zhou’s expression was the usual. He could not figure out what Lu Zhou was thinking.
When Si Wuya paused, Lu Zhou asked, “Why didn’t the Wuqians come back to life after their deaths?”
“It’s difficult for ordinary Wuqians to achieve that. The conditions for it to happen are strict. Wuqians who started cultivating would also need to be looked after by someone else. Besides… Wuqians can only be resurrected thrice. Every time they die, they would lose 300 years of their lives. Now that Eldest Senior Brother is a peak Eight-leaf cultivator, he’s supposed to have 1,000 years of life. Unfortunately…” Si Wuya trailed off.
Lu Zhou was deep in thought. He understood the situation. If the Wuqians could be resurrected without limits, they would be immortal. Was there not a single person in the vast cultivation world who broke free from these shackles?
“Continue,” Lu Zhou said.
“Eldest Senior Brother thought that life would be easier once he was in Lou Lan. However, not only did it become worse, but he did not even get a good night’s rest. An aristocrat in Lou Lan loathed Great Yan. In search of pleasure, he bound Eldest Senior Brother, gouge, and cut him with a knife every day. Every cut caused Eldest Senior Brother excruciating pain. This went on for seven days before he eventually bled to death…” At this point, Si Wuya clenched his fists, and his knuckles whitened. His emotions were clearly agitated as he continued to say, “Perhaps, the heavens pitied Eldest Senior Brother and didn’t think his time was up. Coincidentally, he was dumped into a muddy pool and remained there for 49 days. After he came back to life, he followed a caravan from Lou Lan and headed east, back to Lou Lan. Then, he officially became your disciple, master.”
When Si Wuya finished speaking, he remained on his knees. However, his back was ramrod straight. Then, he said, “I’m willing to help Eldest Senior Brother conquer the world. I’ve never regretted this nor will I ever regret it.”
After hearing what Si Wuya had to say, Lu Zhou’s thoughts were complicated. His mind was filled with thoughts about Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong’s past. Whether it was the fairfolk, the Noblemen Nation, or the Wuqians, they were all related to the longevity of life.
According to what his disciples had said, if Ji Tiandao truly wanted to use his disciples to attain the Nine-leaf stage or obtain longevity, why did he not do it? His nine disciples should have ended up becoming sacrifices, after all. What happened in between?
Lu Zhou glanced at the diary. He asked, “How do you explain this diary?”
“That’s why I’m begging you, master, Please spare Eldest Senior Brother this once… What’s recorded in the diary happened when Eldest Senior Brother had just entered the Eight-leaf stage. It was his second death,” Si Wuya said.
“Second death?”
Since Yu Zhenghai had joined the Evil Sky Pavilion, he had begun cultivating. With his cultivation base and strength, how could he have died so easily?
“I’m afraid you’re the only one who knows the reason for that, master,” Si Wuya said.
Lu Zhou frowned. He stood up, placed his hands behind his back, and began pacing. If he knew the reason, there would not be so much trouble now. After carefully searching through his memories, he found nothing. ‘Oh, Ji Tiandao. Did you really seal your memories of you killing your disciples?’
Although Lu Zhou was only a transmigrator, and these things had nothing to do with him, he was now playing the role of Ji Tiandao. He was destined to be unable to break free from this.
“You suspect that I killed Yu Zhenghai?” Lu Zhou asked. If this had been brought up when he had just transmigrated here, Lu Zhou would have suspected that Ji Tiandao had killed Yu Zhenghai as well. However, it seemed to him now that there was more than meets the eye. Ji Tiandao’s fiery temper aside, from the fragments of memories he had, he did not think Ji Tiandao was a cruel and heartless person.
The term ‘Fiend Path; was nothing more than an umbrella term given by individuals from the opposing faction.
“I dare not…” Si Wuya continued, “I’m willing to look for the memory crystal.”
Previously, Si Wuya would never agree to search for the memory crystal. Now that his master was at the Nine-leaf stage, those worries no longer existed.
“Listen here, Si Wuya.” Lu Zhou raised his voice.
“Yes, master!”
“I’m giving you two missions. The first one is to search for the memory crystal. The second one is to persuade Yu Zhenghai to return,” Lu Zhou said imposingly.
Si Wuya kowtowed and said, “Yes, master… However…”
“However what?”
“I have no questions about the first mission, but Eldest Senior Brother can be stubborn. I’m afraid…” Si Wuya wore a helpless expression on his face.
Si Wuya had expected Lu Zhou to insist on him completing the mission, but Lu Zhou only said, “I’ll leave it to you… That will be all.”
‘You’ll leave it to me?’ Si Wuya was stunned. However, when he saw his master walking toward the rush cushion, he no longer dared to stay any longer. He rose to his feet and said, “I’ll take my leave now, master.”
“Look for Pan Zhong to restore your cultivation base. Take the Peacock Plume with you.”
“Thank you, master!” Si Wuya was overjoyed. He picked up his Peacock Plume and retreated reverently from the room.
Lu Zhou turned around and was about to meditate on the Heavenly Writing scrolls when he looked up and saw the words on his wall.
‘Is there such a coincidence under the heavens? If it’s true, does this mean I have another disciple? Someone with the name Shi?’
…
Meanwhile, in a certain restaurant in Runan City.
Jiang Aijian scratched his head and wondered, “A woman with the surname Luo? This must be a joke!”
“Old Villain Ji really thinks that I can do anything…” Jiang Aijian stroked his chin. “Although there’s nothing I can’t do, this isn’t how I’m supposed to be treated!”
He grabbed a waiter who was passing by and asked, “Excuse me, do you know where I can find a woman with the surname Luo?”
The waiter was taken aback by this treatment. “Dear customer… Y-you should look for her yourself.” Inwardly, he muttered to himself, ‘This man has a few screws loose!’
Jiang Aijian pushed him away and said, “The surname Luo… A person who helped Yun Tianluo reached the highest level with a single step. Why doesn’t any of this feel real to me? Forget it, I’ll just start searching randomly then.”
Jiang Aijian leaped out of the restaurant and vanished with a flurry of movements.
…
Dozens of miles north from the Core Yang Sect.
Yu Shangrong rode on Bi An. It was flying slowly. He was enjoying the scenery; it put him in a good mood.
Aurr!
Bi An suddenly cried out.
Yu Shangrong was puzzled. “Hm?”
Aurr!
“Up ahead?”
Yu Shangrong saw a forest. Black smoke was rising as though something had caught fire.
“Let’s avoid it.”
Bi An adjusted its direction and skirted the forest. The skies above them were shrouded with smoke.
“Poison?” Yu Shangrong frowned slightly. His instincts told him that the black smoke was not as simple as it seemed. He steered Bi An and flew low.
At this moment, a peculiar voice rang from the forest. “Why don’t you come down and have a talk, my friend?”