Lu Zhou glanced at the cultivation techniques and weapons in the shop.

The cheapest ones required at least a thousand merit points.

Lu Zhou decided not to spend the remaining merit points.

He planned to have his disciples complete more tasks to extend his lifespan. Then, he would accumulate more tasks to acquire a decent cultivation technique or weapon.

The world he remembered was far too dangerous. With his current cultivation level, leaving Jinting Mountain would make it difficult to protect himself.

For now, he could only stay on the mountain, with these villains protecting him, which wasn't a big problem.

Of course, he also had to guard against his disciples' betrayal.

Five disciples had left, so he had to be cautious with these four. With the peak trial card and fatal block in hand, they wouldn't be able to cause much trouble.

"Yuan'er."

Swoosh.

In the secluded forest, a figure appeared gracefully like an elf, bowing, "Master!"

"Bring the Four Treasures of the Study from the Demon Heaven Pavilion."

"Oh... Master, you never write... It was always me who wrote for you. Are you going to write yourself today?"

"You little girl, is it your place to question your master?"

"I'll go right away..." Little Yuan'er stuck out her tongue and lowered her head.

Before long, Little Yuan'er returned with the Four Treasures of the Study and placed them in front of Lu Zhou.

She stood respectfully by his side, like a maid, not leaving, just watching. She was curious to see what her master was going to do. Seeing that he didn't intend to send her away, she grew bolder and stood a little closer.

"Master, let me grind the ink." Little Yuan'er knelt beside the small tea table and carefully ground the ink.

In his previous life, Lu Zhou was a genuine liberal arts student who enjoyed calligraphy in his spare time and had even won awards at school.

Writing was not difficult for him.

He picked up the brush pen, dipped it in ink.

On the white paper, he wrote: Yu Zhenghai, Yu Shangrong, Duanmu Sheng, Ming Shiyin, Zhao Yue, Ye Tianxin, Si Wuya, Zhu Honggong, and this Yuan'er...

From top to bottom, in order.

These were the nine infamous disciples taught by the great villain Ji Tiandao, who shocked the world.

Looking at the list, Lu Zhou fell into deep thought.

Even the youngest disciple was a strong practitioner at the Divine Court Realm. What level had the eldest disciple reached? Had he surpassed Ji Tiandao? If he had, with Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong's murderous intent, how could they tolerate an old villain like Ji Tiandao continuing to exist in the world?

Moreover, Ji Tiandao should have known that the disciples he taught were as fierce as wolves and tigers, and there would inevitably be a day when they would turn against him. Didn't he have any means or trump cards to suppress them from the start?

Everything was worth pondering.

The missing memories were too crucial, making it difficult to understand the reasons behind all this.

Ji Tiandao, oh Ji Tiandao, what life-saving tools do you have?

As he was lost in thought, Little Yuan'er's small hand waved in front of Lu Zhou, her face full of admiration:

"Master's handwriting is so beautiful... Why are you writing our names?"

Lu Zhou sighed and said, "I am reflecting."

"Reflecting?"

"I reflect on myself three times a day. I taught you nine disciples, who have committed all sorts of evil, causing public outrage. Perhaps, in the past, I was truly wrong."

Though Lu Zhou said this, in his heart, he was thinking, I did nothing wrong; it was Ji Tiandao who was wrong. When the upper beam is not straight, the lower beams go askew. This was evident from the disciples' behavior, always ready to kill entire families, which was shameful.

"Master, then why did you take us nine disciples? And only nine... With your abilities, you could have expanded the Demon Heaven Pavilion, opened Jinting Mountain, and then, with countless disciples and followers, who would dare defy you? The Righteous Orthodox Factions wouldn't dare provoke you. If anyone disobeyed, with one command, your disciples could wipe them out. Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish! How great would that be!"

"…"

Lu Zhou raised his aged hand, intending to tap Little Yuan'er's forehead. Little Yuan'er dared not move, only shrinking her shoulders and closing her eyes, waiting for the hit.

However, Lu Zhou's hand paused halfway and gently patted her head instead.

"You little girl, why is your mind filled with killing... Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

"I dare not."

"Sigh... I said that killing is not the only solution. I'm not denying killing, but it depends on whether it's necessary. For example, those unarmed civilians, who work hard all their lives, living peacefully, do you have a reason to kill them?"

Little Yuan'er shook her head.

"For example, the Ci Family of a hundred people that the fourth disciple saved. If the bandits were like you, killing them directly, would you have had the chance to save your clan?"

Little Yuan'er shook her head again.

"Those bandits indeed deserved to die, but they were only after wealth, not killing for its own sake. So, what are we after?"

Little Yuan'er cautiously replied, "Cultivation? Breaking through the Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm to reach the highest realm, understanding the Dao and achieving longevity?"

"Very good, then work hard on your cultivation."

"I... seem to understand a bit now."

"That's good."

Little Yuan'er nodded, somewhat understanding, and seemed to think of something, asking, "Will Master continue to take on more disciples?"

Lu Zhou's gaze fell on the paper.

Hmm?

So that's it.

"Little Yuan'er, you just asked why I take disciples. What do you think?"

"Because we have great talent, each of us is a cultivation genius," Little Yuan'er confidently replied.

Lu Zhou shook his head and said:

"Look carefully at this paper... What meaning do your names hold?"

Little Yuan'er scrutinized it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so she shook her head.

Lu Zhou chuckled.

Inwardly mocking Ji Tiandao's shamelessness.

"The bright moon rises over the sea, and we share this moment from afar..."

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Little Yuan'er still looked puzzled, but upon hearing the poem, she couldn't help but applaud, "What a beautiful poem!"

After clapping, Little Yuan'er seemed to realize something, her gaze shifting to the nine names on the paper! Uh... Isn't this poem reflected in the names of the nine disciples?

"Is this why Master took us as disciples? But it seems like a word is missing..." Little Yuan'er scratched her head, a bit incredulous.

Lu Zhou also found it hard to believe Ji Tiandao would be so extravagant.

Indeed, a "moment" character was missing. If Ji Tiandao chose disciples based on this poem, it meant the standard wasn't talent but names. However... in the memories Lu Zhou acquired, this world didn't seem to be the previous world, so where did this poem come from?

Could it be... Ji Tiandao was also a transmigrator?

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Meanwhile.

The fourth disciple, Ming Shiyin, flew through the air, looking down at the earth with a delighted expression.

"Finally, a chance to leave Jinting Mountain. I must have some fun!" Ming Shiyin's figure swiftly passed over Tangzi Town, causing the townspeople to exclaim in surprise.

"A bunch of startled ants... I'm in a good mood today, so I'll find a few beauties to enjoy."

Just as he was about to dive down, he remembered his master's words and quickly stopped, muttering, "Better not. Master likes to play new tricks now, so I should go along with him... Ahem, then I'll be a good person and distribute the gold, silver, and jewels the bandits looted to you!"

Ming Shiyin untied his backpack and tossed it into the streets of Tangzi Town.

Silver notes, gold, silver, and jewels rained down like raindrops.

"I'll play the role of a generous benefactor this time!"

Ming Shiyin had intended to use the money for pleasures, but since he wasn't going, keeping the money was pointless. Besides, at his level, he didn't lack money.

The townspeople initially avoided it.

But when they realized the falling items were gold, silver, and jewels, they scrambled to grab them.

In no time, the wealth was snatched up.

The townspeople saw the figure flashing in the sky and prostrated themselves on the ground, kneeling.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva, thank you, Living Bodhisattva!"

"Thank you, Heaven!"