All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Su Bei's lips curved into a smile as he strolled across the campus with her. The woman in this body gently swayed Su Bei's arm, her voice sweet and coquettish. To onlookers, they were undoubtedly a couple. They made for a stunning scene: a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

They read books together, ate together, and shared various experiences.

While attending class with him, Su Bei watched Wenren Pingxin at the lectern. She wore rimless glasses, her black hair coiled behind her head, and was dressed in a fitted suit jacket and a work skirt. Black stockings outlined her shapely legs, and her feet were in black, red-soled high heels. Her heels, reflecting a delicate gloss in the sunlight, made a steady TAP-TAP sound as she moved about the platform.

Her mature, seductive eyes turned towards Su Bei, her lips revealing a meaningful smile.

During this, several of Su Bei's ex-girlfriends saw the two of them. After just a brief glance, they hurried away, those faces so eerily familiar.

Xiao Ruoching, Dan Wulan with her hair dyed white in a very non-mainstream style, Dan Wuque, Mo Li, the Sword Maiden...

All were names that he could readily call to mind.

Night soon fell. The occasionally clear sky revealed a dazzling Milky Way arching across the heavens, countless stars twinkling within, their profound beauty beyond description.

Su Bei held Key Smoke's hand tightly as they sat on the long bench in the pavilion, gazing at the myriad stars.

Key Smoke's soul had already fully immersed itself in Su Bei's Illusion World. Her eyes filled with longing, as if all the fantasies woven into the romance novels she had read had come to life in this fleeting day.

For the first time, she discovered something called ice cream, even tastier and sweeter than candied fruit!

She also realized how complete the world Su Bei had imagined actually was.

Was a world without Spiritual Energy really like this?

Then... what exactly was his Heart Demon?!

Key Smoke fell silent, her bosom heaving rapidly a few times. A dazed expression gradually appeared on her face; she seemed to have taken a liking to the world Su Bei had created.

A Heart Demon, huh.

How formidable indeed.

The Heart Demon Tribulation targeted the very core of one's being, profoundly mysterious, not something external forces could withstand. Otherwise, many cultivators wouldn't fear the Heart Demon during their Tribulation-Crossing Stage, just like Tong Xiu, who had dwelled at the Half-Step into Dao Integration for hundreds of years, never daring to fully step into the Heart Demon Tribulation.

Under the influence of the Heart Demon, any cultivator could experience the depths of "a tumult of emotions." Within that dream realm, one wandered between reality and illusion, unsettled. After experiencing a sense of loss, one's true nature would be lost, and the soul would become submerged in the Heart Demon, unable to emerge for a long time.

In comparison, mountains of swords and seas of flames seemed trivial. In a world where one could forget everything, what kind of expression would he have?!

Immersed in his own fantasies, failing to pass the tribulation, only to be invaded by the Heart Demon and become another version of himself?!

Su Bei lay on the long bench at the edge of the pavilion, cushioning his head with his arms. The bench was somewhat hard, and Su Bei felt a little uncomfortable. Key Smoke, seeing this, chuckled. She then extended her delicate hand, gently placed his head on her lap, and asked softly, "Is that comfortable?"

Su Bei rested on her soft and smooth lap, a persistent fragrance enveloping his nose, as if he were lying amidst a sea of flowers, intoxicated.

Their position was so tender and enticing. Lifting his head, he could see her bright eyes and catch the scent of her hair as it cascaded down. Yet his heart remained as still as quiet water, silently gazing, gazing into her dark pupils.

Key Smoke's lake-like eyes rippled, fixating on Su Bei.

Everything felt so natural.

Su Bei reached out with his palm to caress her cheek gently, looking into her dreamy eyes.

Under the moonlight, beside the streetlamp, their shadows stretched long across the ground.

A gentle breeze passed, carrying catkins that floated and danced between them.

Suddenly, Su Bei rose and pulled her down onto the grass, the green sward cushioning them. Propping himself up on his arms, he gazed at her vermilion lips under the vast moonlit sky.

Key Smoke closed her eyes. Since this is his Heart Demon, I can only go along with his desires.

But... if we do this, can he really awaken?!

Su Bei looked seriously at the woman on the ground and murmured, "You're truly beautiful."

"..."

These emotionally charged words made Key Smoke's heart pound violently. She knew it was all an illusion, and Su Bei's consciousness was hardly aware of any of it.

But could these be his true thoughts? Are words spoken in an illusion not real?

The catkins flew more densely, drifting chaotically with the spring breeze, flittering past lamplights and the pavilion, blanketing their clothes. It was like a dream-like heavy snow, yet it did not melt, presenting a scene of purity.

Su Bei suddenly laughed. The swirling catkins nearly blinded him. He looked towards her as if through a fog. This is the deepest part of my sea of heart... so this is what it was all along.

"What are you thinking about?" Key Smoke asked, grasping his hand, her figure nearly buried in this expanse of white.

Su Bei did not respond. He touched his chest, where his heart throbbed intensely. A forced smile touched the corners of his mouth, his eyes reflecting complex emotions as he muttered to himself, "What exactly is my true nature?"

Would I joyfully accept everything before me at that moment? Delight in it all? Would I come to like that scene of myself unconscious on the library floor?