My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 173: Seven-leaf Hua Wudao, Nine Scripts Six Compatible Seal

“To open up a person’s sea of Qi,” Lu Zhou answered honestly.

Lu Zhou’s honesty took Hua Wudao slightly aback.

Hua Wudao sighed and shook his head. “To tell you the truth, the Yun Sect only has one sable magnolia. We’ll need at least two magnolias to open up a person’s sea of Qi. Sable magnolias are extremely rare. There are not more than five in Great Yan. It won’t be enough with just one.”

No matter whose sea of Qi had to be opened, they would need at least two sable magnolias.

“That’s why… I need two.”

“…”

Lu Zhou’s words were direct and frank.

“This is extremely important. I’ve sent word to the Yun Sect’s elders. They will discuss this soon,” Hua Wudao said.

Lu Zhou nodded and said, “Tell the Yun Sect that my patience has its limits. I will have the sable magnolias no matter what.”

When Hua Wudao heard this, he bowed and said, “I’ll mediate as best I can. I’ll return to you with an answer within a month.”

“Alright.”

A month was an acceptable duration for Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou’s strength and cultivation base were relatively weak. If he did not have to earn merit points, he would have stayed on Golden Court Mountain and not leave. Recovering his cultivation base was his greatest priority.

If it had been Ji Tiandao, he would not have waited for a single day, let alone a month. Lu Zhou was different. He was not lacking in time.

…

A month passed by in a blink of an eye.

During the entire month, Lu Zhou spent his time disciplining his disciples and comprehending the Heavenly Writing. His accumulated merit points finally breached the 15,000 mark.

Within the great hall, Lu Zhou stared at his merit points on the system dashboard. He muttered hesitantly, “Should I buy an avatar or attempt lucky draws?”

If he attempted the lucky draws, there would be risks. If he purchased an avatar, he would spend all the merit points he had painstakingly saved. It made him feel insecure to not have any merit points at all.

After considering it for some time, Lu Zhou shook his head. He decided to make a decision after he earned more merit points. After all, he could buy the avatar at any time, and he was not experiencing any obstacles in his cultivation.

At this moment, Hua Wudao and Mingshi Yin walked into the great hall.

“Greetings, Pavilion Master.”

“Greetings, master.”

Lu Zhou’s gaze fell on Mingshi Yin and Hua Wudao. Hua Wudao’s cultivation base was in the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm. Although he tried his best to conceal his aura, he could not fool Lu Zhou. When he recalled that Hua Wudao had gained the ninth script under Whitzard’s influence the other day, he asked, “Did you have a breakthrough?”

Hua Wuado was shocked. His eyes widened as he looked at Lu Zhou who was seated up high incredulously. He had been tending to his injuries every day throughout the past month. After battling the Ten Shamans, he fought Sword Saint Luo Shisan for a long time as well. Under Whizard’s auspicious Qi, the knot he had been suppressing for 20 years had been undone while his injuries healed. However, no one should know that he had sprouted another leaf. If he concealed his cultivation base, he should appear to be a Three or Four-leaf cultivator. He did not expect Lu Zhou to see through him so easily. How could he not feel shocked?

When Mingshi Yin, Duanmu Sheng, and Little Yuan’er heard this, expressions of shock appeared on their faces as well.

“Congratulations, Elder Hua!”

“Congratulations, Elder Hua!”

Duanmu Sheng was slightly envious. Nevertheless, he respected an expert like Hua Wudao. He cupped his fists and said, “Congratulations, Elder Hua.”

Hua Wudao waved his hands and said, “Thank you all for your kind words… If it weren’t for Whitzard’s magic, I wouldn’t have been able to undo this knot that had been in my heart for 20 years. At the end of the day, I’d still have to thank the pavilion master for this. Pavilion Master, thank you.” When he finished speaking, he kneeled respectfully.

Nobody stopped him.

In the Evil Sky Pavilion, Lu Zhou had every right to be thanked in this way by him. Perhaps, it was due to the length of time Lu Zhou had spent here after his transmigration, he had gotten used to being the Evil Sky Pavilion Master. For this reason, he was not flustered nor uncomfortable by Hua Wudao’s display of gratitude. He remained calm.

“Stand up and speak.” Lu Zhou waved his arm calmly.

Hua Wudao stood up.

“Seven-leaf?” Lu Zhou asked.