My disciples are all villains.

‘I don’t have so much free time…”

Lu Zhou asked, “Is that all?”

“I don’t want anything else but that,” Chen Fu said.

“You really live up to your status a Saint,” Lu Zhou said, emphasizing the word ‘saint’, “In any case, you still have your ten disciples to rely on.”

Chen Fu sighed. “My wicked disciples only know how to fight for fame and gain. Their visions are different from mine. If I let them go, the world will only be more chaotic.”

“Without chaos, how can there be peace?” Lu Zhou said, “Everything in the world has its own rules. After your death, the world will naturally change and rearrange itself

to adapt to your absence. With the ten disciples of the Autumn Dew Mountain at the core, a new balance will emerge. A forced peace isn’t real peace; there’ll be a day

when it shatters. At that time, it’d be even more chaotic.”

Chen Fu remained silent.

Lu Zhou said, “No matter if they’re good or evil in the future, that’s their choice. No matter what kind of people they are, they’d still have to construct a new and peaceful

world in the end. After all, no ruler would want to see their land in chaos. What do you think?”

Chen Fu replied, “Your words make sense, but…”

“It’s difficult to overcome the hurdles and misgivings in your heart, right?” Lu Zhou asked. In fact, he had long seen through Chen Fu’s thoughts.

Chen Fu’s mood seemed to improve. A smile appeared on his face as he said, “It seems like Brother Lu knows me well…”

Lu Zhou nodded. “Anyway, this matter is easy to handle.”

“I’d like to hear the details.”

“Blood feuds aside, it’s normal for fellow disciples to fight and quarrel. When faced with strong enemies, they’ll naturally stand united,” Lu Zhou said with a smile, “All you

need to do is find them a strong enemy.”

“Find them a strong enemy?” Chen Fu’s eyes widened slightly. He understood Lu Zhou’s meaning.

Lu Zhou said, “There’s no need for you to hide things at this point. Go out and meet them.”

Chen Fu was somewhat hesitant. His eyes suddenly widened when he saw Lu Zhou, who had risen to his feet, shone with a faint light. He exclaimed in surprise, “Saint

Light!”

Chen Fu recalled that the last time he met Lu Zhou, Lu Zhou was still a Great Venerable Master who had a profound comprehension of the power of the Dao. Now, after

more than 100 years, Lu Zhou had become a Saint.

“Very good.” Chen Fu’s mood improved immediately, and his complexion seemed to improve as well. He got up and walked out of the hall with Lu Zhou.

Outside the training hall.

Hua Yin, the first disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain, took charge of the situation.

When Lu Zhou and Chen Fu walked out, he had already put away his Saint Light.

Everyone fell silent immediately.

Zhang Xiaoruo, who was the first to notice Chen Fu, ran over and called out excitedly, “Master?!”

Chen Fu’s other disciples bowed and greeted him.

“Greetings, master.”

Chen Fu looked at his disciples with a disappointed expression as he said, “I invited Pavilion Master Lu here as a guest. Do you have any manners?”

Hua Yin said, “Master, please rest assured.”

Lu Zhou said, “Your disciples know their manners and are reasonable. You taught them well.”

Was there anyone in the world who knew his disciples better than Chen Fu in this world? How could Chen Fu not know Lu Zhou was only saying that on his behalf?

Hua Yin sized his master up discreetly. When he saw his master’s haggard appearance and weak aura, he said, “Master, you’re not feeling well. Why did you come out at

this time?”

Chen Fu only said, “Take a seat.”

The young attendant hurriedly prepared two chairs; one on the left, and one on the right.

Lu Zhou and Chen Fu sat down at the same time.

Little Yuan’er and Conch were in high spirits as they moved to stand next to Lu Zhou’s sides.

“Master, I’ll massage your shoulders!” Little Yuan’er said.

With that, Conch assisted from the side.

Chen Fu: “…”

Chen Fu cleared his throat meaningfully.

Upon hearing this, Hua Yin asked, “Master, is the wind too strong?”

Chen Fu said in a booming voice, “Get lost.”

Hua Yin, who was scolded, took two steps back.

At this moment, Little Yuan’er said, “Master, you’ve worked hard.”

Chen Fu: “2”

Chen Fu coughed twice again.

None of Chen Fu’s disciples moved.

Chen Fu truly felt suffocated at this moment. Then, he reminded himself that he was a Saint. His behavior now was not appropriate. After adjusting his emotions, he asked

with a smile, “These are your disciples?”

Before anything else, Lu Zhou said to his disciples, “Why aren’t you greeting Saint Chen? Introduce yourselves.”

With that, the ten disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion bowed and greeted Chen Fu before they introduced themselves.

The ten disciples of the Autumn Dew Mountain finally learned of the Evil Sky Pavilion’s disciples’ order of seniority.

Hua Yin said with a smile, “So this beautiful lady is Senior Lu’s ninth disciple. Nice to meet you.”

Little Yuan’er glanced at Hua Yin and said, “Your etiquette is wrong.”

“It’s wrong?”

Little Yuan’er explained, “My Eldest and Second Senior Brothers are here. Since you’re the eldest disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain, you should correspond with them.

It makes you look arrogant when you only talk to me. Don’t tell me you look down on my Eldest and Second Senior Brothers?”

Hua Yin was briefly startled by her words. Then, he waved his hand and said, “Of course not. That’s not my intention.”

Chen Fu smiled. “What a sharp-tongued girl. Brother Lu, what are your plans?”

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