I Have A Disciple Simulator

"It seems that this is the disciple of the Primordial Holy Land possessed by an ancient evil spirit..."

Zhao Yu gripped the Tai Chi Diagram in his palm, a trace of fear in his voice.

The ancient evil spirit is an extremely old and terrifying entity. If it were not suppressed by the combined efforts of the five human emperors, leaving only its remnant soul, it could annihilate everyone present with a mere gesture. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Who exactly are you?"

Lu Changsheng questioned the ancient evil spirit while secretly preparing various survival techniques.

No one knew how much the ancient evil spirit had recovered.

The ancient evil spirit said coldly, "Summer insects cannot speak of ice. A group of ants, unworthy of knowing my name."

"The Qing Emperor suppressed you in the Qing Emperor’s Mausoleum, hoping to use the endless power of time to obliterate you completely. Unexpectedly, you eroded the Qing Emperor Sword that sealed you and escaped. Even now, you are far from your peak. There are many ancient beings in the Immortal Realm that can end your life. I suspect you took the risk to infiltrate the Primordial Ancient Mine to retrieve an item. Perhaps this item was something you hid here in ancient times..."

Lu Changsheng ignored the ancient evil spirit and instead speculated on its intentions.

"You are quite clever, guessing my purpose, but unfortunately, I have already succeeded."

The ancient evil spirit’s cold tone carried a hint of pride.

Even if Lu Changsheng guessed his intention, it was impossible to stop him now.

Lu Changsheng and his companions were shocked.

Their suspicions were correct; the ancient evil spirit had intentions, and the objective was already achieved.

Lu Changsheng continued, "What item did you come to take from the Primordial Ancient Mine? Did you perhaps foresee a disaster, knowing you were no match for the five human emperors, and intentionally left some treasures in the mine as a contingency?"

Upon hearing Lu Changsheng mention the five human emperors, the veins on the ancient evil spirit’s forehead pulsed.

Evidently, the five ancient human emperors had defeated and sealed the ancient evil spirit, leaving it with lingering resentment.

"How do you know what happened back then?"

The ancient evil spirit’s face turned sinister.

Being an exceedingly ancient existence, he considered his actions flawless back then, so much so that not even the five ancient human emperors knew he had left a contingency in the Primordial Ancient Mine.

Lu Changsheng’s revelation left the ancient evil spirit wary.

"Could it be that the treasure is hidden at the bottom of this cold pool?"

Zhao Yu, Xikong, and other disciples of the Innate Holy Land were taken aback.

The five great Innate Holy Lands were unaware that the ancient evil spirit had left a batch of treasures deep within the Primordial Ancient Mine in ancient times!

Lu Changsheng’s pupils dilated in shock.

He was merely bluffing, not expecting to guess correctly.

Noticing Lu Changsheng’s surprise, the ancient evil spirit’s face darkened, "You know nothing; you’re trying to deceive me!"

The ancient evil spirit was about to unleash its fury when it suddenly sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching.

The ancient evil spirit’s face turned pitch-black, veins bulging on its forehead, "This is your delaying tactic!"

Suddenly, he realized why Lu Changsheng was engaging him with endless chatter—it was to stall for time, waiting for the experts of the Primordial Mountain to intervene.

He had been repeatedly toyed with by a mere brat!

Boom!

The ground trembled, the cold pool’s surface rippled, and a white-robed figure with a sword on his back appeared, exuding a powerful aura, as the sound of the great way resonated.

"If the elder hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have been able to hold on much longer..."

Lu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief seeing that it was Qi Pojun, the Third Ancestor of the Primordial Mountain.

Qi Pojun looked towards the disciple of the Primordial Holy Land hovering above the cold pool, "So, through possessing our Primordial Mountain’s disciple, you have deceived everyone and infiltrated the Primordial Ancient Mine... Who are you?"

Zhao Yu said to Qi Pojun, "He is the ancient evil spirit that the Qing Emperor suppressed back then. Please, elder, suppress him to prevent calamity across the Three Realms."

"So it’s this monster; he’s still not dead..."

Being the current third figure in the Primordial Holy Land, having lived from ancient times to the present, Qi Pojun naturally knew of the ancient evil spirit.

But the more he knew of its horrors, the more cautious Qi Pojun became.

"If I can eliminate a menace for the Three Realms, my life would be worthwhile," Qi Pojun took a deep breath, forming a sword technique with his hand, drawing his Immortal Sword. The sword’s cold light sliced through the Primordial Ancient Mine, echoing hundreds of times across the mining tunnels!

Rocks fell, the cold pool shook, and a hundred swords resonated.

The Yellow-grade Treasured item "Yuheng Thunder Sword" let out a sword cry, the sword body vibrating intensely.

Qi Pojun’s Immortal Sword was of extremely high grade, like the king of swords!

"Fall back, everyone!"

"Eighth Style—Heaven and Earth Infinite!"

Qi Pojun unleashed the eighth move of the "Primordial Nine Styles," capturing the essence of creation!

The spacetime around Qi Pojun collapsed, Sword Qi raged, and the immensely strong rock walls deep within the Primordial Ancient Mine cracked and extended further inward.

Facing a formidable enemy even the human emperors found troublesome, Qi Pojun directly employed the Primordial Holy Land’s town faction swordsmanship, and it was the eighth style!

Even an emerging great power would turn to dust before such Sword Qi!

Lu Changsheng and the others had no room to intervene.

Qi Pojun and the evil spirit were both ancient existences, far surpassing them in cultivation.

"The ancient evil spirit has yet to recover to its peak. He can defeat Xikong of the Taiyi Holy Land but can’t kill him, indirectly indicating he is no match for Qi Pojun. It’s best if Qi Pojun can resolve him, or else endless troubles will ensue..."

Lu Changsheng hid in the back to avoid being caught in the Sword Qi’s aftermath.

The ancient evil spirit merely suppressed Xikong, and Xikong wasn’t among the most powerful great experts of the five Innate Holy Lands, so Qi Pojun should be able to heavily injure him.

The ancient evil spirit shrieked hysterically, "Had you come earlier, perhaps I would be sealed again, but you are ultimately a step too late! Arise!"

The cold pool boiled over, water cascades exploded, and a Bronze Immortal Palace emerged from the bottom of the pool, standing before the ancient evil spirit, with cold waters continuously dripping.

The Bronze Immortal Palace emitted an indescribable pressure, like a mountain towering a hundred thousand feet, suppressing an entire world, suffocating everyone.

Before the Bronze Immortal Palace, Lu Changsheng and his party appeared insignificant, like ants.

Qi Pojun’s devastating Sword Qi struck the Bronze Immortal Palace, its black mist swirling, actually devouring the vast Sword Qi.

"What is this artifact? Break for me!"

Qi Pojun struck again, determined to forcibly destroy the evil spirit’s strange artifact with his swordsmanship!

Faced with heavens-drowning Sword Qi, the Bronze Immortal Palace trembled violently.

The ancient evil spirit continually channeled True Qi into the Bronze Immortal Palace, his face growing pale, and cracks appeared on the body of the Primordial Holy Land’s disciple.

"His cultivation hasn’t fully recovered; he can’t support the artifact’s consumption!"

Lu Changsheng noticed the ancient evil spirit couldn’t fully activate the Bronze Immortal Palace and alerted Qi Pojun.

"Break!"

"Break!"

"Break!"

Qi Pojun continuously wielded his Immortal Sword three times, the dazzling Sword Qi cascading over the Bronze Immortal Palace, destroying most of the cold pool and collapsing the underground space!