Who Would Take In This Bunch of Rebellious Disciples Who Defy Their Master If Not to Stay Alive?

Wei Jiu had a disciple who stood above tens of thousands, able to decide life and death with a single thought.

Wei Jiu had a disciple who could move mountains and fill seas, overturning the clouds with a wave of her hand.

Wei Jiu had one more disciple... useless as can be, but soft and fragrant, and easy to push down.

Thus the people revered Wei Jiu as the teacher of all generations. Then his illness was revealed, and everyone learned the truth:

He did not have long to live.

His disciples burst into tears, begging Wei Jiu not to die.

"Master, without you, what use is it to me to become the Human Emperor?"

"Whoever saves Wei Jiu will be rewarded with immeasurable wealth!"

"If Master leaves, I'll wait here in the mortal world until you return."

Wei Jiu coughed up blood, looked at his female disciples, and rolled his eyes.

Bah! If I weren't trying to stay alive, who would take in a bunch of unfilial, rebellious disciples whose devotion has gone rotten?