All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Key Smoke's voice was naturally beautiful—clear and lingering.

When she hummed softly, she truly sang with a quality that captivated one's heart and soul.

Within the melodious tunes, there was also a heartbreaking thrill.

The incredibly handsome man, separated from the woman by just a rock, wore a very unnatural expression.

Leaning against the shore, his mouth slightly dry, Su Bei dared not make a single move.

His heart had long been overwhelmed by tempestuous waves. They say you can know a person's face, but not their heart. He hadn't expected that the Saintess in his eyes—or perhaps in the eyes of everyone in the world—was nothing more than this... yet also so much more.

Su Bei sat naked in the cold spring, the water barely covering his chest. He rested his arms behind him on the shore, his muscles faintly visible amid the misty vapors. He took a deep breath and calmed his heart.

He didn't listen, nor did he look at whatever was happening behind the rock.

Perhaps it was psychological, but the slight weariness that had been plaguing him seemed to gradually disappear as he soaked in the cold spring. He closed his eyes, reflecting on everything that had happened since he arrived in this world. He had once just wanted to be a lazy master, waiting for death and living off his disciples to reach the apex. Who would have thought he would end up fighting so desperately for the Sect? And now, to this day, he had inadvertently found himself surrounded by so many women, though he didn't understand why they were so enamored with him. Perhaps it was because he was too handsome? The burden of beauties' affections was piling up. He had once harbored an unrealistic, strange thought. For so many years, no matter how much he indulged himself or how desperately he wanted the free and easy life he longed for, something felt off. It seemed as if invisible hands were silently pushing everything forward from behind. Was he overthinking it? Yet lately, the dreams lingering in his mind felt like someone trying to make him remember something...

A headache... Even if I do remember, what's the use? I am not I...

...

He couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

While Su Bei was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly heard a questioning tone. He opened his eyes and, through the rock, saw a delicate palm gently cupped.

"Eh? How come it's bigger again?"

...

The surface of the cold spring rippled, glistening under the moonlight. Everything seemed to tremble.

A crystal-clear jade foot suddenly burst from the water, its arch tensed.

After a long moment, it weakly fell back onto the water's surface and then slowly retracted, disappearing into the depths.

It vanished into the night.

Moonlight flowed like water.

...

Then—PFFT! Su Bei couldn't hold it in.

"Who's there?"

Key Smoke's eyes suddenly turned sharp. In the next instant, a white gauze robe appeared from her storage ring. She hurriedly draped it over herself, glancing around.

Her whole body was submerged in the water. The current soaked her gauze garment, making it cling to her fair skin, outlining her perfect curves and creating an exhilarating sight.

Though a wet layer of clothing separated them, Su Bei believed that this partly concealed, partly visible look was definitely more enticing than her previous state.

Her wet hair hung softly, giving her a somewhat bedraggled appearance, but it only enhanced her incomparable beauty!

Their eyes met. At this moment, a mysterious red thread inside Su Bei finally came into play. Key Smoke, lips slightly pursed and expressionless, stared at Su Bei.

Su Bei didn't usually like to touch his nose; he thought the gesture seemed cheap. But at this moment, perhaps only this action could alleviate his embarrassment. The wounds on his body were healing automatically in the cold spring. With a wry smile, he said, "Saintess, if I say this was an accident, would you believe me...?"

...

Key Smoke looked at him silently. She didn't get up, because only her upper body was covered.

Her gaze drifted to her clothes on the nearby shore, including personal items like her bellyband and silk trousers.

Then, an ill-timed gust of wind blew past, snatching away her last shred of fantasy.

Su Bei looked up, watching his long robe and her bellyband fluttering together in the sky. He was at a loss for words, his face filled with embarrassment. "The wind in the Sacred Sanctuary... is pretty strong, huh."

Under the moonlight, his long robe and her bellyband intertwined in the air.

The Saintess sat back down, looking at the unmoving Su Bei with an odd gaze.

She had thought she would be furious. Yet, for some reason, despite him seeing her body, she didn't feel the urge to cut him down with her sword. Instead, that slight flutter in her heart grew stronger... Still, her expression could not betray her thoughts.

"Did you see everything?"

Her voice was even, yet it carried a potent threat. Su Bei was sure that if he nodded, he might find himself transmigrating once again in the next moment.

"No... I only heard the voice, unaware of its meaning," Su Bei looked down and replied honestly.

Key Smoke, however, was amused by Su Bei's honest answer. Somehow, it made her think of the thick stack of novels she had read, filled with the dreams she had once cherished. Didn't the protagonists in those stories always begin their acquaintance after one of them was seen completely exposed? It was just a pity she was destined not to experience such feelings. Even if she did feel a slight, inexplicable interest in this man... But he was the one Ji Nanjue was interested in. Could she really compete with her disciple for a man?!

Therefore, with a meaningful smile playing on her lips, Key Smoke said softly, "What did you hear?"

"To answer the Saintess, Su Mou heard the most beautiful singing voice in this world."