My disciples are all villains.

“The word ‘bewitch’ sounds very unpleasant. Have you not heard that a master is like a father? You should reflect on yourself,” Lu Zhou said. Then, he placed his hands on his back and walked forward, no longer paying attention to Duanmu Dian. Duanmu Dian sighed.

At this time, Duanmu Sheng walked to Duanmu Dian’s side and asked in a low voice, “Then, how should I address you? Old… Old Ancestor?”

After the barbaric man on the Tulu spoke to the white-clad cultivators, they walked forward before taking off their white bamboo hats one after another. Then, one of them asked, “May I know your name, senior?”

Lu Zhou was inwardly surprised by their politeness. After all, despite their appearances, they were possibly old monsters who had lived longer than him.

“My surname is Lu,” Lu Zhou replied.

The white-clad cultivator in the lead frowned slightly as he looked at the barbaric man on the Tulu’s back and said, “It doesn’t match.”

“But I recited the poem, and he knows it…”

The white-clad cultivator turned back to Lu Zhou and asked, “Senior, do you know the origin of the poem?”

“Of course.”

“Who wrote it?”

“Zhang Jiuling,” Lu Zhou replied. This poem was indeed written by Zhang Jiuling; both the author and poem were from his past life on earth.

The white-clad cultivator shook his head as his frown deepened. He muttered to himself, “It still isn’t right…”

Lu Zhou: “???”

‘Zhang Jiuling is the real f*cking author!’

At this time, Yu Zhenghai said in a clear voice, “My master’s real surname is Ji. He uses the surname Lu when traveling the cultivation world and the Unknown Land.”

“Oh?” The white-clad cultivator’s frown eased slightly, and his eyes lit up.

Yu Zhenghai continued to say, “The poem was written by my master.”

Lu Zhou: “…”

‘Sorry, Zhang Jiuling! I’ll have to be shameless and take credit for this!’

Initially, Lu Zhou thought he had met someone like Ji Tiandao who knew about this poem. As it turned out, he was overthinking things. The white-clad cultivator in the lead turned to Lu Zhou and said, “Greetings, senior.”

The other nine white-clad cultivators followed suit and bowed.

“Do you know me? Or have you heard of me?” Lu Zhou asked curiously.

A faint halo appeared on Duanmu Dian’s body. It was not as bright as the astrolabe, but its aura was extraordinary. If he manifested his astrolabe as well, it would look even more extraordinary.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the white-clad cultivators widened his eyes in surprise. “A Great Saint?”

Then, the white-clad cultivator bowed to Duanmu Dian and said, “This is an order from the White Emperor. I don’t know anything else. This is the truth.”

“The White Emperor ordered you to help Old Lu for no reason?” Duanmu Dian frowned, perplexed. He thought to himself, ‘There must be some shady business between Old Lu and the White Emperor! There’s no free lunch in this world, after all.’

“I’m afraid only the White Emperor has the answer to this question,” the white-clad cultivator replied.

Duanmu Dian shook his head. He felt as though he was talking to a wall.

Buzz!

At this moment, the sound of the barrier being breached rang from the inside of Zuo’e’s Pillar of Destruction. Everyone was overjoyed.

“It must be Ninth Junior Sister!”

“I bet it’s Second Senior Brother.” “Ninth Junior Sister!”

“Second Senior Brother!”

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