My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 620 - The Six-leaf Patriarch

Chapter 620: The Six-leaf Patriarch

To gain the power of speech recognition, even about unspeakable truths, and understand the words spoken by the tongues of beings in different worlds.
A clap of thunder rang in the air before the power of speech was released. It was focused and powerful.
The blue Heavenly Writing extraordinary power struck Zhu Tianyuan and Zhu Honggong. They were sent reeling, drawing an arc in the air, before they crashed on the ground.
“Ouch!” Zhu Honggong’s previous wounds had not healed yet, and yet, he was further injured. He wailed in pain as his face was drenched in cold sweat.
Despite being shocked, Zhu Tianyuan was in a better state. He hastily helped Zhu Honggong to his feet and limped toward Jinghe Palace.
When they entered Jinghe Palace, the duo heaved a sigh of relief. They patted their chests.
“I’m begging you, don’t drag me down with you… If you weren’t here, I’d be like a fish in water! I was doing great. Now that you’re here, it’s as though I’m cursed with bad luck. I’m violating rules at every turn,” Zhu Honggong pleaded.
Zhu Tianyuan wiped the sweat off his face. After calming down, he said, “That was an accident… I didn’t expect the relationship we had to mean nothing to him. The men of today are degenerates… My son, why don’t you think about coming back with me to the Ancient Saint Cult and take over the position of Holy Master? You’ll never be in want. You might even be able to give me a cute and plump grandson. In any case, it would be better than being beaten up here every day!”
“Forget it. Don’t try to trick me. Something that good will never happen to me.” Zhu Honggong did not believe Zhu Tianyuan. When he was taken away, Jiang Pu had said that someone was coveting the Ancient Saint Cult. ‘Trying to deceive me? Fat chance. Do you really think that I can’t use my brain?’
“No way… I’m your father. A father won’t lie to his son.”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Someone knocked on the door.
A solemn expression appeared on Zhu Tianyuan’s face as he opened the door. He saw two little girls curiously peeking into the room. He asked, puzzled, “You are?”
“Eighth Senior Brother!” Little Yuan’er and Conch greeted Zhu Honggong in unison.
Zhu Honggong replied, “Hello, junior sisters.”
Zhu Tianyuan said, “Oh, you’re my son’s junior sisters…”
“We’re here to see Eighth Senior Brother… If there’s anything you need, just tell us,” Little Yuan’er said.
“In that case, fetch a basin of water to wash Zhu Honggong’s feet,” Zhu Tianyun said. He could not order Zhu Honggong’s seniors around, but it should not be a problem to order hu Honggong’s juniors around since juniors should respect their seniors. There was nothing wrong with asking his son’s juniors to fetch over a basin of water for his son to wash his feet, right? Moreover, this was how the juniors showed respect to their seniors in the Ancient Cult Sect. Naturally, the older members would also look after the younger members. Yes, they got along well.
Zhu Honggong. “???”
Little Yuan’er frowned slightly. She pointed at herself, “Me?”
“Yes… go.” Zhu Tianyuan waved his sleeve. “Don’t forget to bring some desserts as well. I’ve never tasted the desserts in the palace before. I’d like to have some.”
“No, no, no… Don’t listen to him, Little Junior Sister…”
Thud!
Zhu Honggong hastily got off the bed and crawled to the door. “Little Junior Sister, I don’t need water for my feet!”
Zhu Tianyuan. “???”
“My son… What are you doing? You’re the senior brother. Go back and rest.”
Zhu Honggong felt like crying as he said, “I’m begging you, please leave… Stop making things worse for me! I’m serious!”
Little Yuan’er said, “Eighth Senior Brother, are you sure you don’t want it?”
“Yes!” Zhu Honggong said seriously.
“Mhm, rest well, then. If you need anything, just tell me. I’ll have Third Senior Brother fetch some water for you.”
“…”
Then, Little Yuan’er pulled Conch out and skipped away from Jinghe Palace.
Zhu Tianyuan was feeling slightly dizzy. ‘Why is the hierarchy so messed up here?’ He turned to look at his son, Zhu Honggong, and saw his son glaring at him as though he was an enemy.
“Get lost…”
…
Inside Dazheng Palace.
Lu Zhou gauged the changes of the Primal Qi in his body. Ever since he lost his cultivation base after transmigrating here, his lifespan had been limiting the progress of his cultivation base. Before this, the progress he had from cultivating on his own was pitiably slow. He had to purchase avatars directly from the system.
After reversing his life for 100 years, he regained more of his physical abilities. He decided that he should increase his pace and return to the peak as soon as he could.
Lu Zhou had a feeling that the tide of the lotus-severing era was about to change. He had to reach the real Nine-leaf stage as quickly as he could.
He raised his palm and summoned his avatar.
Five lotus leaves swirled around his avatar. Shortly after, radiant rings slid down from its waist. Its energy grew stronger as well.
Poof!
A leaf appeared on the side of the Golden Lotus. The sixth leaf had finally sprouted. This meant that his cultivation base had successfully entered the Six-leaf Nascent Divinity realm.
Lu Zhou nodded in satisfaction. He clenched his hand, and his avatar disappeared.
The golden radiance disappeared as well, restoring the interior of the palace to its original colors.
Lu Zhou stood up and gauged the changes in his body. His instincts told him that he would certainly have good luck if he tried a lucky draw right now…
“Lucky draw!”
“Ding! Spent 50 merit points. Thank you for participating. Luck +1.”
‘I’m not angry. Again!’
“Lucky draw!”
“Ding! Spent 50 merit points. Thank you for participating. Luck +2.”
Lu Zhou stopped. He was not angry. Truly…
A great philosopher once said that one should not be flustered whenever one encountered difficulties. One should remain calm. If one smiled as one stared into the abyss, the abyss would also…
‘Forget it!’
Lu Zhou decided to take a stroll outside before attempting the lucky draw again.
…
At the same time.
In a valet 10,000 miles away from Heaven’s Moat in the north.
Yu Shangrong placed young Yu Zhenghai on the ground. Although his cultivation base was profound, he was feeling the strain of rushing throughout their journey. Not only did he have to maintain a high speed while flying, but he also had to shield another person with his energy.
After they landed, Yu Shangrong sat down with his legs crossed, adjusted his breathing, and rested.
Young Yu Zhenghai opened his eyes at this moment. “Where are we?”
“A valley in eastern Rouli,” Yu Shangrong replied with his eyes closed.
“How long before we reach Great Yan?”
“Half a month.”
“So long?”
Yu Shangrong opened his eyes. With a faint smile on his face, he said, “If you had your cultivation base, it’d only take us half the time. Alas…”
Young Yu Zhenghai looked down at his palms and mumbled, “Cultivation base…”
Yu Shangrong smiled knowingly. Then, he closed his eyes and quickly recovered his Primal Qi and stamina.
Young Yu Zhenghai called out tentatively, “Senior brother?”
“Speak.” Yu Shangrong’s eyes were still closed. He reveled in being addressed as senior brother by Yu Zhenghai.
“Why don’t you return on your own?” Although Yu Zhenghai had been reverted to the time of his youth and lost his cultivation base, he was warier of strangers compared to the ordinary person.
“If I leave, you’ll surely die,” Yu Shangrong said.
“No, I won’t.”
“Don’t try to act tough. This isn’t a human settlement. This isn’t a place where you can act tough. Look…”
A flying beast flew above the treetops. Its tail was slender, its beak sharp, and its eyes gleamed with electricity. It resembled a gigantic mutated owl.
When he saw this monster, young Yu Zhenghai frowned. His palms turned sweaty. Nevertheless, his reaction was calmer compared to his peers. This was a rare quality.
When the flying beast drew close to them, it did not slow down and disappeared into the horizon.
Yu Shangrong stood up and said, “Let’s be on our way.”
Young Yu Zhenghai got to his feet. With Yu Shangrong’s help, the two of them rose into the air and flew away from the valet.
…
Three days passed by in the blink of an eye. The end of the valley lay before them.
Young Yu Zhenghai looked at the receding forest as he asked, “How long will it take for me to have a cultivation base like yours?”
“A long time,” Yu Shangrong replied. That was stating the obvious.
However, young Yu Zhenghai dared not say it out loud. Instead, he continued with another question, “Can I attain it?”
“You can.” Yu Shangrong could not be blamed for his curt replies. This was because young Yu Zhenghai had been relentless with his questions throughout their journey.
“I think so too,” young Yu Zhenghai said confidently.
Yu Shangrong looked at the exit before them and said, “There’s a 10,000-foot-deep abyss five miles ahead. Hold on tight.”
“Mhm.” Yu Zhenghai felt nervous.
Five miles was not far for a cultivator.
However, just as the duo was about to leave the valley, the sky darkened. Then, purple radiant circles began to appear on the ground!