My Disciples Are All Villains Novel - Chapter 1492
Chapter 1492 The Dying Saint
Hua Yin and the others turned to look in the direction of the voice and saw the people of the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Lu Zhou led the others and walked into the Autumn Dew Mountain Pavilion in an imposing manner.
Some of Chen Fu’s disciples were surprised and some frowned.
The young attendant stood between the two parties and said, “It’s indeed Saint Chen who invited Pavilion Master Lu here. I hope all of you don’t misunderstand.”
Zhang Xiaoruo, the fifth disciple, said, “A mere attendant dares to spout nonsense! If master wanted something done, why would he send you instead of us?”
“T-this… This…” the young attendant stammered.
Zhang Xiaoruo continued to say, “You’re getting bolder and bolder.”
Lu Zhou swept his gaze across the crowd and asked, “You’re Chen Fu’s ten disciples?”
Hua Yin had met Lu Zhou before so he knew Lu Zhou’s cultivation was unfathomable. He said politely, “This junior, Hua Yin, greets Senior Lu.”
Liang Yufeng and Yun Tongxiao smiled and cupped their fists at Lu Zhou and greeted him as well.
Zhang Xiaoruo and the others had no choice but to introduce themselves and greet Lu Zhou since their seniors had already done so. They thought the other party would also introduce his party in return.
Contrary to their expectations, Lu Zhou shook his head slightly as he stood with his hands on his back and said, “I thought that as a Great Saint, Chen Fu’s disciples would all be outstanding and talented. I didn’t expect him to be so short-sighted.”
Zhang Xiaoruo had a short temper, to begin with, and could not listen to criticism. He was about to retort when Hua Yin raised his hand to stop him.
Then, Hua Yin cupped his fists at Lu Zhou and said, “Senior is right.”
Lu Zhou looked at the door that was closed and said, “Lead the way.”
The young attendant bowed and said, “Yes.” Zhang Xiaoruo leaped forward immediately and said, “Senior, my master isn’t feeling well. I’m afraid he won’t be able to see you.”
Lu Zhou ignored Zhang Xiaoruo and walked forward.
Zhang Xiaoruo: “???”
Lu Zhou continued walking.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaoruo hurriedly released two streams of vitality energy to block the others from the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Lu Zhou acted as though he did not see this and continued walking leisurely with his hands on his back.
Following that, a unique energy pushed Zhang Xiaoruo away. At the same time, several cultivators who were standing near Zhang Xiaoruo were sent flying back. Hua Yin was inwardly surprised. He only smiled. He had no intention of stopping them. Alas, he was not spared. It did not take long before he felt a force pushing him back.
Liang Yufeng and Yun Tongxiao felt uncomfortable and hurriedly retreated.
In the end, the ten disciples of the Autumn Dew Mountain were pushed more than ten meters back, opening up a wide path.
Hua Yin did not move. He looked at Lu Zhou and the others who had walked into the hall.
Lu Zhou stopped near the entrance of the hall before he turned around and said to the people of the Evil Sky Pavilion, “Wait here.”
“Understood.”
Lu Zhou entered the hall alone.
The young attendant shrank back as he looked to the left and right, looking as though he wanted to say something, before he hurried into the hall.
At this time, Little Yuan’er pushed her hair to the side and walked to Hua Yin before she said with a smile, “My master has always been like this. Don’t be angry.”
Zhu Honggong scratched his head as he thought to himself, ‘What’s this Little Ancestor trying to do now? It seems like the first disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain is going to meet with misfortune soon… I can only pray for him.’
Little Yuan’er’s attitude that was too polite was very out of character, making the others who knew her felt uneasy.
On the contrary, Hua Yin’s eyes lit up. The girl in front of him had bright eyes and white teeth. She was graceful and made people feel refreshed and comfortable when they looked at her. He immediately said, “It’s fine, it’s fine. Your master’s cultivation is unfathomable. It’s really admirable.”
Little Yuan’er nodded before she said, “I’ve been observing for a long time. Out of everyone, you’re the most polite.”
Hua Yin said modestly, “It’s nothing. One should always be polite.”
Little Yuan’er pointed at Zhang Xiaoruo and asked, “Then, why is he so rude?”
Hua Yin replied with a smile, “My Fifth Junior Brother has a short temper, but he’s upright and kind. I hope you can forgive him.”
Zhang Xiaoruo scoffed slightly before he said, “I was only speaking the truth so why couldn’t I say it?”
Swoosh!
Hua Yin flicked his sleeve.
A slap landed on Zhang Xiaoruo’s face immediately. He looked bewildered. “Eldest Senior Brother?”
Hua Yin ignored Zhang Xiaoruo and continued to say, “Sorry for making a fool out of ourselves in front of everyone. I’ll teach him a lesson on behalf of my master.”
Little Yuan’er said praisingly, “You’re very sensible.”
“No, no, no, this is what I should do,” Hua Yin said with a smile. However, when he turned around to face Zhang Xiaoruo, his smile disappeared as he said, “Old Fifth, how can you be rude to our honorable guests? Since master isn’t here, as your Eldest Senior Brother, I order you to apologize to our guests.”
“Apologize?” Zhang Ziaoruo held his cheek and looked at Hua Yin, dumbfounded. Although he was unwilling, there were rules. Since their master was not around, their Eldest Senior Brother had the highest authority. Hence, he
Pavilion and said, “I apologize.”
“That’s more like it,” Hua Yin said. Then, he turned around and asked with a smile on his face, “Miss, may I know your name?”
“Me?” Little Yuan’er was slightly taken aback. She was not used to people asking for her name, after all. Moreover, the person in front of her looked very scholarly.
Seeing the strange expression on Little Yuan’er’s face, Hua Yin asked, “Are you satisfied with the punishment?”
Little Yuan’er looked back and asked, “Eldest Senior Brother? Second Senior Brother?” Yu Zhenghai did not look at the others from the beginning until the end. He only said perfunctorily, “It’s fine. We didn’t take it to heart.”
Yu Shangrong said with a smile, “Like junior sister said, you’re indeed polite. However, as for this person, he said that he has the right to speak the truth. However, it’s also true that Saint Chen sent his attendant to invite my master here. It’s also true that my master traveled all the way here to Autumn Dew Mountain to see your master. Since it’s true, don’t tell me that all of you are going to obstruct my master?”
Zhang Xiaoruo: “…”
With Little Yuan’er’s words, Hua Yin could roughly guess Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong’s identities in the Evil Sky Pavilion. He stepped forward and said, “I’m Autumn Dew Mountain’s Hua Yin, Saint Chen’s first disciple. May I ask for your name?”
Yu Shangrong replied, “I’m Yu Shangrong, the second disciple of the Evil Sky Pavilion.”
“May I ask who’s the first disciple?” Hua Yin asked.
Yu Zhenghai cleared his throat as he thought to himself, ‘It’s the best to be the eldest. Old Second, no matter how awesome you are, at important moments, everyone will only focus on the eldest!’
Yu Zhenghai was immersed in the joyful feeling of being the eldest disciple and was about to speak when Yu Shangrong said, “There’s no need to trouble Eldest Senior Brother over trivial matters. If you have any questions, you can ask me.”
Yu Zhenghai: “…”
Hua Yin nodded. “Very well.”
Following that, the people of the Evil Sky Pavilion began to chat with the people of the Autumn Dew Mountain.
Inside the training hall.
Lu Zhou looked at the white-haired, haggard, and listless Chen Fu.
Chen Fu opened his eyes and coughed twice. When he saw the person in front of him, a hint of joy could be seen on his face as he said, “You’re finally here.”
Lu Zhou took a seat across from him and said, “Your time is almost up. How could I not
come?”
Upon hearing this, Chen Fu’s heart moved slightly. Then, he said with a sigh, “Only you can help me now…”
Lu Zhou said, “You’re a Great Saint, after all. How did you end up like this?”
Lu Zhou could sense that Chen Fu’s aura was rather weak. Chen Fu’s vitality energy was also rather chaotic. Chen Fu was like a sickly old man in his twilight years, waiting to die.
Chen Fu sighed. “Even if I’m a Great Saint, it’s still difficult for me to stop the Great Void from making things difficult for me.”
“The Great Void?” Lu Zhou raised an eyebrow.
