All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Although she was indeed rather naive, she was no fool.

The scene before her is undeniably abnormal; I've never seen my sister wear such an expression, Dan Wuque thought. Could it be that something happened between my sister and Senior Brother while she was out?

"Sister, what's wrong? You don't look well—your face is suddenly so red?"

"..."

As Dan Wuque spoke, she moved forward to touch Dan Wulan's cheek.

Dan Wulan dodged her sister's hand, the flush on her face fading. With a cool look in her eyes, she glanced at Dan Wuque and said indifferently, "You're mistaken; it's just the glare from the sun."

"You can keep having Senior Brother tell you about the three-legged toad. I'm tired and want to sleep."

"..."

Dan Wuque was somewhat perplexed, unable to grasp why her sister, who seemed fine just a moment ago, was suddenly acting like this. Could it be... Could it be because she's upset that Senior Brother only told me stories and didn't include her? Yes, that must be it!

Dan Wuque coughed, sat down casually, turned Dan Wulan's face toward her, and, patting her own proud peaks, said, "No worries! Your sister and our Fifth Senior Brother are great buddies! Truly close friends!"

"If there's anything you can't say to Fifth Senior Brother, just tell your sister!"

"..."

Dan Wulan's eyelashes trembled. A nearly imperceptible curve appeared on her cold face as she watched her sister, who was patting her own ample chest with thumps as she made her assurances.

A gentle sentiment lingered long, like flowing water.

Her heart seemed to suddenly let go.

What's wrong with me? Dan Wulan wondered. How could I be jealous of a sister who still believes that kissing leads to pregnancy?

Watching Dan Wuque still muttering to herself, Dan Wulan's thoughts unexpectedly drifted back to their childhood. Even when her sister was starving, she had still shared her steamed bun with her, all the while nonchalantly claiming she could endure hunger well.

She is my sister, after all, the closest person to me in this world. Even though she might be a bit clueless, her sister's heart always has the most room for me, her younger sibling.

With this thought, an unprecedented warmth softened Dan Wulan's eyes as she allowed Dan Wuque's hand to gently touch her forehead.

The sun bathed them in its warm, generous light, and despite the simplicity of the thatched cottage, it sheltered them from the chilly breeze.

The three of them harbored words unsaid.

Hurried footsteps approached from outside the cottage. Xiao Ruoching ran in hastily. But, peering through the bamboo window, she glimpsed her Master gently teasing Ninth Uncle's perky nose. She immediately lowered her head, lightened her steps, pushed open the door, and walked in slowly, her heart swelling with a sense of grievance.

I rushed to deliver the Demon Core to the Third Elder and even offended the Fourth Elder in the process! And this is what I come back to? Behind my back... Who heals by touching noses anyway? And the memory of Ninth Uncle actively kissing Master under the moonlight instantly soured my previously happy mood.

Then she saw Ninth Uncle lying on the bed, with Master and Eighth Uncle sitting beside her on the bed.

The three of them, sitting so intimately together? Master looks so happy, doesn't he? One on each arm—and a pair of beautiful twin sisters, no less! The urge to dismantle Su Bei piecemeal surged within me once more!

The four of them exchanged glances. An indescribable awkwardness hung in the air.

Seeing the clearly hostile glare from his prodigal disciple, Su Bei inexplicably felt a chill shoot up from his heart.

Including me, wouldn't that be just enough for a game of mahjong? Su Bei thought, then subconsciously blurted out, "My dear disciple, did you deliver the Demon Core? Did Third Martial Uncle agree?"

"..."

A cold smirk touched Xiao Ruoching's lips. Looking at Su Bei, who was smiling at her, she said sarcastically, "The Third Elder agreed, but it seems this disciple has arrived at an inappropriate time."

"Then this disciple won't disturb Master any longer. Master, please take care of your health."

"..."

With that, she turned and strode out, slamming the already rickety cottage door so hard it was left hanging even more precariously.

The room fell quiet.

Su Bei swallowed nervously, looking left and right.

What is this, some kind of dramatic anime scenario? What am I supposed to do now? It's my first time as the main character, so I'm a bit lost. Should I chase after her? This prodigal disciple of mine, I really need to discipline her properly. I'm her Master, and how many times has she thrown a tantrum like this!

"Eighth Junior Sister, you take good care of Ninth Junior Sister. Your Senior Brother... Your Senior Brother has some matters to attend to!"

With that, he grabbed the Snow Fox Cloak hanging on the rack and hurried after Xiao Ruoching, his figure gradually blending into the dappled sunlight.

A cold smirk touched Dan Wulan's lips as she watched Su Bei's retreating figure.

Xiao Ruoching? That little chit thinks she can compete with me? In every single aspect, I have absolute confidence when compared to her! Especially considering Senior Brother likes the aloof, ice-queen type—I've perfected that to the extreme. However, compared to her, my only weakness was having had less time with Senior Brother... But now, that sole disadvantage is no more. I'm injured, so I'll just stay put here at No-Sword Peak. She's Senior Brother's disciple, so what? I've read so many romance novels; how could I possibly lose to you? Does she understand Senior Brother better than I do? I even have a little booklet detailing all his private habits!

...

The moment Xiao Ruoching ran out, she felt a tinge of regret.

What was that all about? Was I throwing a tantrum? Or was I consciously making way for Ninth Uncle? I can already picture Dan Wulan's triumphant expression...