I Have A Disciple Simulator

He used the Technique of Ten Thousand Li Tracking, sending out a strand of spiritual energy to follow the Mount Shu team.

While protecting this disciple, Lu Changsheng was also refining the lower-grade Immortal Artifact, “Mysterious Yellow Tower”.

After the Mysterious Yellow Tower was refined, it merged with Lu Changsheng’s body and became his exclusive magical treasure.

Lu Changsheng began to cultivate the eighth level of the Taiqing Wuji Technique.

This was Lu Changsheng’s core cultivation technique.

After stepping into the Void Refinement Realm, Lu Changsheng’s understanding of the Taiqing Wuji Technique deepened much further.

The Mount Shu team descended the mountain to gain experience, fighting for justice, exterminating the monsters harming villages, eradicating bandits, and suppressing heretic cultivators, accumulating merit in the process.

Merit, this intangible thing, though it might not be useful in the early stages, was not completely useless.

For example, the Immeasurable Temple, one of the six major sects, was drawing the power of faith from the people of some principalities in Xia State. Over the years, this power of faith had become extremely terrifying.

For hundreds of thousands of years, the citizens of Xia State had been worshipping clay sculptures of the Ancestral Master of Mount Shu, with incense burning continuously. The merit Mount Shu had accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years was also quite formidable.

“Zhi’er and her group have entered Yue Country, her homeland.”

Lu Changsheng knew that this disciple was destined to face a tribulation and had to settle her past in the mortal world before entering the Dao Palace Realm.

Lu Changsheng was only three hundred li away from the Mount Shu team, and with his current cultivation level, three hundred li was not much.

If really necessary, Lu Changsheng could use a few Earth Escape talismans and instantly rush there.

The aim of the Joyous Union Sect was to capture Mo Huazhi alive, using her as bait to lure Lu Changsheng into a trap set by the sect, then capture him alive. The ultimate goal was Lu Changsheng’s Immortal Artifact, and even to drain Lu Changsheng of his cultivation, so they wouldn’t immediately deal a fatal blow.

“The Joyous Union Sect doesn’t know that I’ve already undergone tribulation and stepped into the Void Refinement Realm, nor do they know that I possess two Immortal Artifacts, one of which is a defensive treasure. Their arrangements can’t kill me at all.”

After refining the Mysterious Yellow Tower, Lu Changsheng’s defense in the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm was indeed invincible.

Because he was so afraid of dying, Lu Changsheng had prepared a multitude of life-saving measures.

A month later, Lu Changsheng followed the Mount Shu team and secretly arrived at the royal city of Yue Country.

“The Minister of War’s carriage arrives, all others stand aside!”

Mo Huazhi and several Mount Shu disciples, carrying longswords on their backs, were walking along the street, as a group of yamen runners and security guards cleared the way, driving away the common folk.

Among these guards were not a few Qi Transformation Realm powerhouses, whose aura erupted, forcibly pushing back the citizens who were too slow to dodge, and cries of children could occasionally be heard in the streets.

“The Minister of War is quite domineering.”

“I heard that the Minister of War, Bai Minzhong, exposed a conspiracy of the Tutor to the Crown Prince and the Prime Minister to rebel twenty years ago; since then, he entered the Hanlin Academy, enjoyed a smooth career, rose rapidly through the ranks, and became the Minister of War before fifty.”

The common people whispered among themselves as they made way.

Hearing this, Mo Huazhi’s body shook, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

The Mount Shu disciples accompanying her noticed Mo Huazhi’s unusual behavior, “Senior Sister, what’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing.”

Mo Huazhi tried to control her emotions as much as possible.

The Mount Shu disciples settled down in an inn within the Yue Country’s royal city, while Mo Huazhi quietly left and secretly went to the residence of the Minister of War, Bai Minzhong.

“Who is it? How dare you trespass into the residence of the Minister of War!”

“Ah!!”

The martial cultivator guards were defeated by Mo Huazhi wielding a thin sword, and she made her way to the backyard.

“Is it you?”

Minister of War Bai Minzhong recognized Mo Huazhi’s face, which vaguely resembled the daughter of his mentor from twenty years ago.

A fleck of murderous intent flashed in Mo Huazhi’s eyes, starkly contrasting with her usual demure temperament, “Thirty years ago, my father saw a destitute scholar in the suburbs who had failed the imperial examination, competing with stray dogs for food. Out of pity, my father took him in as a student, provided for his expenses, and personally taught him the cultivation techniques of the Confucian Dao, treating him with immense kindness. However, he probably never imagined that, ten years later, this student, in order to curry favor with the powerful, would falsely accuse his mentor of conspiring in a rebellion plot with the Prime Minister, leading to the extermination of the Mo family down to the ninth degree. Isn’t that right, Minister of War?”

Seeing that Mo Huazhi had guessed the truth behind the annihilation of the Mo family twenty years ago, Bai Minzhong’s eyes grew fiercely cold, “So what if I accused my benefactor to climb the ranks? I, Bai Minzhong, don’t need your Mo family’s pity or sympathy. I will rely on my own strength to become the most powerful official in Yue Country, beneath one person and above ten thousand, perhaps even the Emperor of Yue Country.”

“If my father’s spirit in heaven is aware, allowing his child to pay respects to his mentor, today I can kill the traitor with my own hands.”

Mo Huazhi channeled her Spring and Autumn Qi, wielding her thin sword, a strand of Sword Qi struck towards Bai Minzhong.

“Black Evil Palm!”

Bai Minzhong struck out with a palm, carrying an overwhelming Demonic Qi, which shattered the Sword Qi.

The collision of palm force and Sword Qi pulverized the rockery within the mansion.

“Is this the cultivation technique of the Demon Sects? You’ve joined the Demon Sects?”

Mo Huazhi’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Hahaha, that’s right, I’ve sought refuge with the Joyous Union Sect, protecting the establishment of their branch in Yue Country. In return, the young Sect Leader of Joyous Union Sect personally taught me their techniques. Now I am a third-layer Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, an honorary elder of the Joyous Union Sect with a secular position, and you are looking for death!”

Bai Minzhong laughed heartily, circulating his Demonic Cultivation Skills, as boundless Demonic Qi gathered in his palms, destroying many buildings within the estate.

“Mountains Ode!”

Mo Huazhi switched to using the mid-grade postnatal Immortal Artifact, the Heavenly Fox Divine Brush, and fiercely wrote on the White Deer Paper, creating a pale golden mountain in front of her.

“Die!”

Bai Minzhong’s palms thrust forward, sweeping a tide of Demonic Qi towards Mo Huazhi.

The palm force hit the golden mountain, which cracked like a spider web, shaking the earth and mountains.

“Impossible, how could you also have reached the Nascent Soul Realm? Moreover, you’ve even cultivated Magnificent Righteous Qi!”

Despite using the high-grade Profound Rank cultivation technique, Black Evil Palm, Bai Minzhong was unable to break through the golden mountain that Mo Huazhi had condensed with Magnificent Righteous Qi.

“Zhao guest winding his Mongolian hairband, Wu hook shining white with frost and snow. Silver saddle illuminates the white horse, dashing like a shooting star…

As the golden mountain blocked the attack, Mo Huazhi continued to write vigorously, dragons and phoenixes dancing on the Xuan paper, infusing it with Magnificent Righteous Qi.

Even in death a swordsman’s spirit fragrant, not ashamed before the heroes of the world.

Who can compose beneath the library, with white hair – the Great Mysterious Scripture.”

As the final stroke was placed, the characters emanated a bright golden light, and a torrential killing intent surged forth, transforming into a swordsman’s phantom standing between heaven and earth.

This was her first time using the Tang Poem Combat Skills against an enemy, this particular one, “The Ballad of the Swordsman,” was imbued with her intolerance for evil and her belief in justice.

“No!”

Bai Minzhong watched in horror as the swordsman’s Precious Sword, with a force that pierced the rainbow, thrust towards him, and he hastily struck out with his palm strength.

However, the swordsman’s Longsword penetrated the palm strength and ultimately pierced through his chest.

Bai Minzhong, at the Nascent Soul Realm, fell, with eyes wide open in death.

“This is retribution.”

Mo Huazhi, using her self-created Tang Poem Combat Skills, avenged the extermination of her family, putting one of her heart’s burdens to rest.

“The third disciple of Lu Changsheng from Qingyun Peak of Mount Shu, who turns out to be the incarnation of the Literary Sage, and with fair looks too. Why don’t you join our Joyous Union Sect and cultivate the Dao of Joyous Union with our young Sect Leader?”

An enchanting voice sounded, and Mo Huazhi’s complexion turned slightly pale.

She saw a group of elders from Joyous Union Sect emerging from the shadows.

This was a trap.