My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 610: That Old Villain Ji is a Despicable and Shameless Man

Lu Zhou. “…”

Among Lu Zhou’s ten disciples, Zhu Honggong was the biggest in size. He ate and slept very well. How could Zhu Tianyuan say something like that?

Zhu Tianyuan’s comment startled Zhu Honggong into jumping two steps back. With slight contempt, he said, “Don’t touch me! Who are you?”

“I’m your father.” Zhu Tianyuan raised his voice and spoke in a stern tone.

Zhu Honggong retreated further. He looked at the others and said, “Are you taking advantage of me?”

“Do you think you have anything to be taken advantage of?” Zhu Tianyuan retorted as he rolled his eyes.

Zhu Honggong observed the situation in front of him. It did not seem good. Then, he glanced at the old man who knocked him out. The old man had to be powerful to be able to knock him out with a single strike. He was certain the other uglies were not too powerful, especially the old geezer who was trying to take advantage of him. As the saying went, ‘A wise man could wait ten years before exacting revenge. There was no need for him to entangle with these people now. He chuckled before he said, “Uh… I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m… Actually, I’m just an ordinary citizen.”

Pooh!

As soon as Zhu Honggong finished speaking, he farted loudly.

Who could stand the stench?

Jiang Pu and Zhu Tianyuan retreated immediately.

‘There’s my chance!’ Zhu Honggong stomped his feet and shouted, “Farewell, suckers!”

Bam!

“Ow!” Zhu Honggong turned around and slammed into the frame of the door face-first. His nose bruised, and his face swelled immediately. He discovered he could not fly nor could he summon his avatar.

Jiang Pu was flustered. He fell on one knee and said, “I’m sorry, young master! When you came in, I sealed your Extraordinary Eight Meridians.”

Zhu Tianyuan ran up to Zhu Honggong and helped him up. He asked, “Are you alright, son? Jiang Pu’s meridian-sealing technique is one of Ancient Saint Cult’s skills. It’s normal that you didn’t notice it.”

Zhu Honggong turned around with a helpless expression on his face. Since being diplomatic was out of the question, he decided to use force. He began to threaten, “I can’t believe this! I’ll remember this! I’ll tell you the truth. My master, the Evil Sky Pavilion’s Master, is known for taking his disciples’ sides even if they were in the wrong. He’s petty and will certainly have his revenge. If my master learns about what happened today, there’ll be hell to pay! Don’t even think about killing me to prevent him from learning about this. My master left a mark on me. If anything happens to me, you’ll all have to pay for it!”

Lu Zhou was surprised that Zhu Honggong was aware of the mark he had put on him. Indeed, it seemed like he had underestimated his eighth disciple.

Zhu Tianyuan said with a sigh, “I know… It’s only natural for me to know about his character. My son, you’ve suffered much. You must’ve endured a fair share of beating from him, right?” He seemed to brim with sadness as he looked at Zhu Honggong.

Alas, the father and son were on completely different frequencies.

Zhu Honggong removed Zhu Tianyuan’s hands and said, “Hey! You seem to like taking liberties…”

Zhu Tianyuan frowned and said seriously, “I’m really your father!”

“…”

“Young master!” The young men behind him, Jiang Pu included, cried out.

This scene…

Zhu Tianyuan said, “My son, I know you must be confused right now… That’s normal. There’s a butterfly-shaped birthmark on your buttocks. Your mother branded it on you when you were still a child. If you don’t believe me, you can take off your pants and have a look… Moreover, you’re the spitting image of me when I was young. You’re as handsome and confident as your old man. There’s no way I’m mistaken!”

“…”

‘Am I supposed to take off my pants just because you said so? Moreover, even if I take off my pants, how am I going to look at it? Am I supposed to remove my head’

When he saw that Zhu Honggong was still skeptical and even slightly revolted, Zhu Tianyuan waved his arm.

Jiang Pu nodded. He entered the room and returned with a bronze mirror. He said, “Young master, forgive me!”

With a wave of his arm, two disciples grabbed Zhu Honggong by the arms.

Zhu Honggong struggled. “I knew you’re all perverts trying to take liberties with me! Unhand me…”

As he struggled, he felt a chilly wind. When he turned to look, he saw a butterfly-shaped mark on his buttocks reflected in the bronze mirror. He was stunned. ‘For real?’