Invincible Teacher's
Chapter 38:

Zhao Yue smiled and said, "Old Dark is naughty enough to call himself an Evil King with his weak cultivation base."

Of Ji Tiandao's nine disciples, Zhu Honggong was only slightly stronger than Little Yuan'er. However, Little Yuan'er had just joined the sect for five years, and it didn't take long for him to surpass him. So, when Zhao Yue heard that their eighth little brother, who was a little silly, called himself the Evil King, she could not help but smile.

But Ye Tianxin said, "It's not that Old Eighth is too weak, but that old thing is too strong ..."

What the world knows about Ji Tiandao comes from all the 'extraordinary achievements' he has done in those years, when he held power in the world. But, only his students knew how it felt to accompany the old criminal.

…

After the people from the Ci Family were saved, they knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Zhou to express their gratitude. As expected, he received merit points from the worship of over a hundred people. He found that although many of them kowtowed a few times, he did not earn any extra points, which told him that the additional kowtows would not give him more achievement points.

Little Yuan'er had also reunited with her mother, and it had excited her for quite a long time. It was a pity that before they could speak any further, Lu Zhou asked him to send everyone back to the residence. They still had someone to save: his father was still in the hands of that unknown but formidable cultivator.

After a short battle in Bluesun Mountain, Murong Hai had a new understanding of Little Yuan'er.

"Old Master, your grandson is probably the youngest eight-meridian Brahma Sea cultivator I've ever seen, and I'm sure he will step into the Divine Court realm in less than three years," he praised sincerely.

Lu Zhou said nothing but clasped his hands behind his back and walked away.

Twisting his hair with a finger, Little Yuan'er pointed to Murong Hai and said, “Well! I'm remembering you're scared out of your wits now. ”

"Ugh ..." Murong Hai looked embarrassed.

“Oh, don't you think? Consider yourself lucky that you are still useful to us. Otherwise, I will kill you with a kick now.”.

“…”

Murong Hai felt that he really could not handle this gloomy little girl. He did not understand how he provoked her, even though he was just praising her. 'I think I'd better keep my mouth shut.' he thought to himself. Then, he sped up his pace and caught up with Lu Zhou. "His grandfather was better and easier to talk to."

After walking for a while, Murong Hai could no longer hold back his curiosity, so he asked, “Old Sister, why did you send the people from the Ci Family back to their residence? Wouldn't it be a waste if they were kidnapped by someone again?”

Not waiting for Lu Zhou to reply, Little Yuan'er already said firmly, “Idiot! My grandfather has an imperial token, which I have given to them!”

Murong Hai almost died choking on his words.

Lu Zhou said calmly, "Don't worry, the target of these cultivators shouldn't be the Ci Family."

"I agree," Murong Hai said as he nodded. “If they want money, they will ask for it. But they didn't do it, and they didn't kill a single hostage, which means what they wanted was something else. Then why are they doing this?”

Just then, Little Yuan'er pointed to the sky and said, "A pigeon post!"

Holy hooch!

He darted like a bolt of lightning and caught the bird before dropping it to the ground.

"This is from Fourth Senior Brother."

Lu Zhou did not ask him to read this time but gestured at him. Little Yuan'er handed the letter to him, after reading it, he slightly furrowed his brows.

"What's the letter, Grandpa?"

"Some trifles."

With a wave of his hand, the letter was crushed and carried by the wind. Murong Hai stood to the side in silence, not daring to ask anything about the letter.

Looking at the beautiful scenery ahead, Lu Zhou said, "Send a letter to Old Fourth and have him wait for my return."

"Oh!"

From the way they greeted each other, Murong Hai guessed that this pair of grandfathers and grandchildren must be from a certain sect. Great Yan's world was boundless, and it was perfectly normal to have one or two almighty hermits.

Lu Zhou looked at him, and instead of replying, he asked, "Do you know anything about imperial tokens?"

"The token belongs to the Great Yan emperor, and can be used to mobilize the imperial army of the hundred thousand elites," Murong Hai said. “The army has eight commanders, who guard eight sides of the capital. It was said that four of them were Nascent God Tribulation experts and were stationed to the north, south, east, and west of the capital, forming the strongest shield. The eight commanders reported directly to the emperor, and the only thing that could command them other than the emperor was this token. It has a unique dragon carving, which makes it very easy to recognize.”

Lu Zhou nodded. What he said was basically true. After hearing about his uniqueness, Ji Tiandao had sneaked into the palace and stolen it. Since then, time has passed and things have changed. No matter how stupid the imperial family was, they would not let the lost tokens continue to have the ability to gather imperial soldiers. Nevertheless, the symbolic meaning of the token remains.

"Since you know about this token, why do you still dare to hold Wang Fugui captive?"

With a dejected face, Murong Hai said, "I was careless and failed to notice the dragon carving."

Lu Zhou did not question him further. Just then, Little Yuan'er pointed forward and said, "Grandfather, it should be in front."

"All right."

The three of them walked down the lake towards an empty field surrounded by mountains. There's no one around. After carefully studying the surroundings, Lu Zhou said in a deep voice, "Show yourself."

No one answered him except the sound of birds calling in the mountains and forests. For some unknown reason, Murong Hai felt uneasy. A chill ran down his back, and he had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. So, he took a step back.

Swoosh's.

Suddenly, the animals and birds in the forest scattered and fled in all directions while an evil laughter rang out, echoing in the forest. Just then, a black figure flew over from the mountains. He had a man held under one hand, but he landed slowly like a feather.

Murong Hai stepped back again. “Aura is very strong! An expert of the Divine Court! This is no good, he might be a villain from the Golden Court Mountain! Run for your life!” He turned and ran. However, he was not far away when a layer of invisible energy blocked his path.

"It's too late to escape now." The hoarse voice of the black figure sounded terrifying.

“Save me, Old Mister!”

Lu Zhou stood motionless with his hands clasped behind his back. Judging from the man's aura fluctuations, he was stronger than the eight meridians Brahma Sea expert: he had to be a Divine Court expert. Lu Zhou did not think that this man was worthy of him using a peak-form experience card.

The man's long black hair covered his cheeks, making it difficult for anyone to see his face.

“The fact that you managed to escape the trap on Bluesun Mountain proves that you are quite strong. But unfortunately..it is still far from enough.”.

"A Mystical Enlightenment cultivator two holes, an eighth level Tempering Body cultivator ..." Through the gap between his hair, the man glanced at Murong Hai and Lu Zhou, and then his eyes were fixed on Little Yuan'er. “. Ck, ck, this seems like a fair deal. ”

Little Yuan'er's eyes twinkled, and he chuckled. "This one should last a little longer."

The man laughed out loud.

Little Yuan was about to rush over, but Lu Zhou raised his hand and stopped him. While stroking his beard, he said, “You're too impatient. He was only a Divine Court cultivator. You will have the chance to fight. ”

"Oh!"

Murong Hai was silent. 'Old Master looks good in terms of appearance, but why is he so arrogant in speaking? Is it because he has a granddaughter who has opened the eight meridians of the Brahma Sea realm?'

"Do you know who you're talking to, old man?" The black figure raised a hand and pointed at Lu Zhou.

"Three Yin Styles of the Daoist Society?" Lu Zhou's tone remained calm.

It made the man speechless, and he shifted his gaze from Little Yuan'er to Lu Zhou. His intuition told him that this old man was not an eighth level Tempering Body cultivator, but had used some means to conceal his aura. And the fact that he was able to figure out his sect with a single glance proved that he was not as simple as he seemed.

"Who are you?"

“You are practicing the inverted breathing method, which absorbs the essence of energy from heaven and earth through the Laogong acupoints in your arms and collects it in your dantian. This method is very easy to master, but has a deficiency—Your bones will shiver, and you will be in great pain for at least ten days in a month.”

Lu Zhou paused for a moment before continuing, "You only have three more months to live!"