All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Looking at the scene before him, the old man shook his head and sighed, "I, this old man, don't like killing people, not one bit. How can killing be as satisfying as drinking wine and eating meat?"

"Every time I kill, my hands get all sticky. Why do you all insist on forcing this old man to kill?"

"..."

As he spoke, the sword at his waist stirred.

He formed a sword finger with the index and middle fingers of his right hand and pointed towards the distance.

There was no visible Sword Qi, and it seemed as if everything around him was still.

There were no traces, no earth-shattering spectacle, almost as if an utterly ordinary old man had casually stretched out his hand.

Two men in black fell to the ground, bloodless.

A flash of light passed, and their Divine Sense scattered into ash, leaving no chance for resistance.

The terrifying Evil Qi, lacking a host to sustain it, shattered and vanished from this world.

The elder observed the scene, shook his head, and beckoned with his hand; the sword returned to its scabbard. He turned and walked into the distance.

A few breaths later.

BOOM—

A deafening roar.

A towering mountain peak tens of miles away seemed to snap, sliding down bit by bit amidst a sky full of dust before tumbling into the boundless lake.

SPLASH—

The entire firmament seemed to descend with it, stirring up hundred-foot-high sprays of water that defied gravity, like an inverted waterfall.

Rain began to fall from the heavens—a torrential downpour!

The elder sat alone on a small wooden boat, a lit lamp beside him. On the boat rested a jug of wine and a sword; behind him raged the deluge.

One man, one jug of wine, one flickering lamp—a poignant scene painted by the torrential downpour.

Setting down his cup of wine, he muttered to himself, "Sword Nine."

"Settling the Wind and Waves."

"..."

The elder stood up, gazing at the moonlight reflecting on the lake. He dug up the pearls they had buried. Looking at the few pearls in his palm, he murmured, "Is this a plan to slaughter those at the Tribulation-Crossing Stage?"

「...」

「Sword Sect's residence.」

The sun had finally risen. Xiao Ruoching stretched languidly, not realizing she had overslept.

It's all because of that Phoenix Belly Band Master tossed me yesterday, she thought. What would a decent person be doing with something like that in their Storage Ring? Where did Master even get it?

Lost in such deep contemplation and doubt, she had drifted off to sleep.

She still remembered the task Wenren Pingxin had entrusted to her.

Today is the most crucial day. I just need to make Su Bei stay in his room for the whole day. No, not the entire day; perhaps just the morning will suffice.

Seemingly to make the ruse more convincing, Dan Wuque made a point to visit Su Bei's room early in the morning. Pushing open the door, she said with an excited expression, "Senior Brother, today I saw someone drinking milk with their eyelids..."

Su Bei was already neatly dressed and tying his hair. He turned, looked at her with a smile, and said, "Did that person also breathe fire?"

"Eh? How did Senior Brother know?" Dan Wuque asked.

"..."

Watching her already lively cowlick continue to bounce, Su Bei felt a slight sense of relief. He picked up his Sword Box and walked towards the door, feigning 'confusion' as he asked, "Why is it so noisy outside?"

Dan Wuque quickly replied, "Oh, today the Dao Sect is having a big battle with Wuhua Palace, and all the Sword Sect Disciples want to go watch."

"Is that so?" Su Bei said, his gaze holding a deep meaning as he looked at her.

Meanwhile, he meticulously wiped the Sword Scabbard in his hands. The Qingping Sword was inserted within, making it seem somewhat empty.

"Of course!" she affirmed.

"..."

"Then your Senior Brother should also go watch later. How can such a lively event happen without your Senior Brother? I've disliked that Lin Duo for a long time..." Su Bei declared with righteous indignation.

"NO!!"

Dan Wuque's cowlick instantly stood on end, trembling as if electrified. Her expression was tense as she said, "Senior Brother, you can't go... Your body hasn't fully recovered yet."

"It doesn't matter; I've recovered quite a bit. Right now, even eight times in one night would pose no problem for your Senior Brother," Su Bei replied.

"What do you mean by eight times?"

Her cowlick fluttered frantically, like a fan.

Looking at her innocent, curious expression, Su Bei felt it was somewhat strenuous to converse with her. He shook his head and began to fiddle with the Sword Scabbard in his hands. He slammed it firmly on the ground. In an instant, the Sword Box sprang open, and the Qingping Sword within it shone brilliantly.

"Does this pose look cool?" Su Bei lifted his head to look at the several disciples by his side, wearing a proud expression as he struck a dashing pose.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, the very picture of a lofty expert.

"Cool!"

"So cool!"

"Master is so handsome!"

The half-hearted compliments made Su Bei curl his lips and shake his head.

Then, an unexpected thought sprang into his mind. Come to think of it, as an impressive Immortal, I should have some refined hobbies. If one day my name were to be passed down through the ages, and others were to critique the Immortals of the world: "Look, Lin Feng of the Myriad Races Tribulation Era, I hear he loves good wine—truly an Immortal of Wine..." "Ji Ruqing of the Mortal Realm Era plays the zither like a national master—an Immortal of the Zither!" "That Wujizi's divination is flawless—he could be called an Immortal of Divination!" "Hmm... this Su Bei, he likes to take female disciples... an Immortal of Female Disciples..."

SMACK—

Su Bei closed the Sword Scabbard and said with indignation, "No way, what the hell is that! I need to have a refined hobby too!"

After much thought, he made up his mind. "I'll collect famous swords! Then others will have to call me a Sword Immortal too!"

His disciples looked at Su Bei with strange expressions, not understanding his sudden peculiar behavior.

Yet, Su Bei paid no attention to their reactions. He slung the Sword Box onto his back and started walking towards the courtyard's exit.

"Master, where are you going?!" his disciples panicked, quickly stepping in front of Su Bei to ask anxiously.

"To the Ascension Platform, of course," Su Bei replied naturally, though he knew this seemingly casual response was the result of a whole night's consideration.

"Why are you going to the Ascension Platform?" Xiao Ruoching felt a surge of panic, her eyelids twitching uncontrollably. Has Master found out something?

She turned to look at Mo Li, who had gone out with Su Bei yesterday.

Mo Li's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly; she was confident that Su Bei shouldn't know anything.

Dan Wuque also walked over, looking at him, but she didn't block Su Bei like his other disciples.

Why go to the Ascension Platform?

A faint smile touched Su Bei's lips as he addressed his disciples, "You see, if a sword stays in its scabbard for too long, it truly gets locked in there."

"If a Sword Cultivator doesn't even draw his sword, how can he even talk about standing tall?"

"..."

The disciples were visibly taken aback, staring at Su Bei, unsure what he meant to say.

Su Bei gazed towards the distant Azure Cloud Mountain. In that direction, I suspect, a sword will soon blot out the sky.

"So, what is your Master going to do at the Ascension Platform?" Su Bei mused, not paying attention to his disciples, who were still rooted to the spot. He straightened the Azure Crown on his head. His jet-black hair danced wildly in the wind, causing his wide sleeves to flutter. His white robe, embroidered with crabapple blossoms, rustled in the breeze.

"Your Master... is going to reclaim the backbone of the Sword Sect."

"..."