Cloud Mountain's Nie Qingyun and his disciples looked at the young man with the golden astrolabe in disbelief.
With just a simple wave of his hand, 100 Heavenly Fire Sect members were severely injured.
Feng Qiu seemed to have realized something. He fell to his knees and kowtowed at Lu Zhou. "Spare me, little brother! Spare me! "
"What did you call me?" Lu Zhou stood with his hands on his back. His voice was deep and chilling.
It was clear that the young man did not like the way he addressed Feng Qiu.
Feng Qiu was shocked. In the cultivation world, one should not judge a book by its cover. The Heavenly Fire Sect's Birth Chart elite could not even withstand a single strike from the young man. Clearly, this' young man 'was an even more powerful elite. It was normal for cultivators with Birth Charts to live for several thousand years.
It was foolish to judge a book by its cover. Moreover, there were specializations in every field, and those who were skilled would always come first.
Bam! Bam! Bam! He kowtowed three times and said, "Spare me, senior! Spare me!"
Lu Zhou discovered that apart from the Birth Chart elites who were rewarded with 3,000 merit points, the others no longer had any merit points.
He turned around and looked at Nie Qingyun as he said, "These people are Cloud Mountain's business. Deal with them yourselves."
Nie Qingyun was overjoyed. "Thank you for your help, senior!"
With Feng Qiu stepping on the landmine, it was only natural for him to learn from his mistakes. He did not dare to address Feng Qiu as little brother.
One could not judge a book by its cover.
Although Nie Qingyun felt a little awkward, he quickly got used to it.
Strength was everything. There was no point in talking about other things.
"Senior?" Nie Qingyun asked again.
"What is it?"
"Are you from the Evil Sky Pavilion?" Nie Qingyun asked.
Nie Qingyun knew about the Evil Sky Pavilion's ten great disciples. When Lu Zhou first came to Cloud Mountain, Xia Changqiu had often told him about it. He knew this by heart. Moreover, Pavilion Master Lu's name had spread far and wide among the red lotus cultivators.
The cultivation world was not like the modern society on earth where people's pictures and images could be seen everywhere. Hence, Lu Zhou was only famous. No one would recognize him if he stood in front of them.
Lu Zhou was slightly surprised. 'How did he know who I am?'
"You're smart."
"I was right …" Nie Qingyun sorted out his knowledge of the top ten disciples in his mind. There was only one person he had not seen before. So, he cupped his hands and said, "Nie Qingyun greets Mr. Eighth."
The Cloud Mountain disciples said as well, "Greetings, Mister Eighth."
“？？？”
Lu Zhou frowned slightly and said, "How can that fool compare to me?"
"Eh …"
The more he tried to explain, the darker things would become.
For example, Lu Zhou could have used his blue lotus to reveal his identity. However, when he thought about it, he felt that it was unnecessary. There were not many people under the heavens who had seen Old Villain Lu before. All he had to do was explain things to the Evil Sky Pavilion.
"Forget it, I will rest for the night in Cloud Mountain."
Nie Qingyun's heart skipped a beat.
He stopped speculating.
"Prepare a room for Senior."
"Yes."
Lu Zhou turned around and said, "Prepare a fitting robe."
"Yes."
The two disciples led Lu Zhou toward the 12 main peaks.
Nie Qingyun looked at the members of the Heavenly Fire Sect and the sect master, Feng Qiu, and said, "Feng Qiu, I apologize for offending you previously. I'll give you one of these two Life Chart Hearts."
He took out a Fate Chart Heart and walked over.
Feng Qiu hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, no … Don't, don't …"
"Bam, bam, bam …" Feng Qiu screamed again and again.
Without saying a word, Nie Qingyun stepped forward and stomped on the old man's body several times. Perhaps it was because he had used too much force that his blood and Qi were in turmoil, causing him to cough violently.
Feng Qiu, that son of a bitch, was extremely ruthless to him.
These few kicks made his whole body feel comfortable.
Nie Qingyun looked at Feng Qiu.
"This is called leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade, understand?"
…
Night fell.
A female disciple from the Cloud Mountain Sect arrived outside Lu Zhou's residence. She said softly, "This disciple requests an audience with you, senior."
"Come in."
The female disciple pushed open the door and entered.
The female disciple was young and beautiful. Her body was like a willow twig. When she walked, she lowered her head and looked at her feet. Her steps were as light as a cat's.
Lu Zhou stood facing the window and looked at the scenery. He frowned slightly when he turned to look. 'A woman?'
The female disciple said, "Sect Leader ordered me to serve Senior … and at the same time, help Senior choose his clothes."
She produced a ruler and walked up to Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou spread his arms.
Perhaps because Nie Qingyun had warned her in advance, the female disciple was a little nervous. She looked back and forth several times and then respectfully waited for the next order.
Lu Zhou was puzzled. "Why are you standing there?"
"To … to … serve … S-Senior …"
"Get out."
"Huh?"
"Tell Nie Qingyun not to try to guess my intentions. Get out, "Lu Zhou said.
The female disciple did not dare to linger. Her heart trembled as she hastily nodded and left the courtyard.
Lu Zhou's expression remained the same. He looked at the bright moon outside the window and examined his hand.
He always felt that everything was like a dream, as if it wasn't real.
He looked at his palm and the back of his hand.
He felt that something was amiss, but he could not put his finger on it.
He returned to the tea table and sat down with his legs crossed.
His cultivation went on as usual.
His breathing was normal.
He could not pinpoint the problem.
"Could it be that I've been dreaming all this while? Am I still in the cold pool?"
Lu Zhou pinched himself again.
The pain was obvious. This told him that everything was real.
He thought about it for a while longer, but he could not pinpoint the problem. Hence, he entered his meditative state and stopped thinking about it.
Dawn.
When Lu Zhou opened his eyes, he found the problem.
"The speed at which I'm comprehending the Taixuan Power has increased."
He brought the Violet Glazed Ceramic out.
Unfortunately, the treasure was still in a state of recovery. Initially, without the help of the Violet Glazed Ceramic, it would take him about seven days to fully comprehend the Heavenly Writing scrolls. The Runge-grade Violet Glazed Ceramic could triple the speed. In other words, it would only take him two days to fully comprehend the Heavenly Writing scrolls. Now, without the help of the Violet Glazed Ceramic, he only needed three days to comprehend the Heavenly Writing scrolls.
Lu Zhou tried cultivating with his breathing again.
An hour later, Lu Zhou came to a conclusion. His cultivation speed had increased as well.
"Is this the benefit of being young?"
Previously, when he was more than 100 years old, he would have reached the peak of his cultivation. Now that he was young, it made sense that his cultivation speed had increased. This was similar to the modern school system on Earth. How many older people were enrolled in school?
But that strange feeling was still there.
'Strange!
What's wrong? '
Lu Zhou opened the dashboard and looked at it.
Remaining life: 292000 days (800 years, 600 years for the reversal portion.)
His remaining life was within reason.
Apart from these, he still had the Green Cicada Jade that contained abundant vitality.
"What's this?"
Lu Zhou saw a new item card appearing on the item column.
"Fate Decrement Card: 10,000 Points. Uses an indescribable force to lower the target's Birth Chart by one. Lasts for 10 seconds."
A new mission appeared on the mission column as well.
"Search for the answer to the price of being young. Give up or carry it out?"
When he saw this, Lu Zhou said, "I give up."
'I'll give up.'
'I won't spoil you.'
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