All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Su Bei looked up and saw his spendthrift apprentice right there. He couldn't care less about Dan Wuque, who was fiercely tugging at his clothes, and quickly blurted out, "Apprentice, you've arrived just in time! Quick... hurry! Help your Master hold down your Martial Aunt!"

Xiao Ruoching, still in shock, didn't react immediately. But seeing the anxious look on her Master's face, she swallowed hard, pushed aside the chaotic thoughts in her head, and stepped forward to help Su Bei restrain Dan Wuque.

"Your Martial Aunt... I don't know what's gotten into her; she just suddenly became like this..."

Once Su Bei caught his breath, he met his disciple's doubtful gaze and hurriedly explained. Then, as he meticulously recalled everything, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he murmured to himself, I think I might know why your Martial Aunt is acting like this! It's... it's the bellyband! There's something wrong with the bellyband! It's definitely that bellyband; just now, a corner of it touched the water.

Bellyband? Xiao Ruoching looked at Su Bei with a peculiar expression. Although I know my Master is definitely not the kind of person I'm imagining, I'm still utterly confused by what he said. When did a bellyband come into the picture? Whose bellyband? Why would a bellyband touching water cause this? What on earth has Master been up to behind my back?

Seeing Xiao Ruoching's suspicious look, Su Bei coughed lightly, a little guiltily, and quickly said, "COUGH, COUGH, don't think about all that nonsense. The urgent matter at hand is how to resolve this situation with your Eighth Martial Aunt..."

As he watched Dan Wuque, whose eyes were gradually becoming vacant, her short hair disheveled behind her, Su Bei couldn't help but swallow. It's a bit intoxicating.

Seeing this, Xiao Ruoching abruptly shot to her feet, her eyes wide and blazing. "Master! You... you mustn't look!" She then stretched out her hand to cover Su Bei's eyes.

Perhaps it was because Xiao Ruoching suddenly let go of Dan Wuque, or maybe the effects of Dan Wuque's medicine kicked in, and she simply couldn't hold back anymore. Dan Wuque's long, slender legs instantly tensed, and with a sudden burst of power, she broke free from their hold. Su Bei's eyes were still tightly covered by Xiao Ruoching's small hand when a delicate fragrance suddenly wafted past his nose.

In the next moment, he felt a soft, fragrant body pounce towards him, followed by a searing heat touching his lips.

Lips met.

"MMMH~"

Xiao Ruoching watched the scene unfold before her eyes in shock, her heart trembling instantly. She quickly grabbed Dan Wuque tightly, trying to pull her away from Su Bei. Her small face was deathly pale, completely drained of color, and an expression of boundless grievance filled her eyes.

Why? Why did both sisters have to bully me? One after the other... I was here first! Winter had come—a mix of sorrow and joy, an eternal moment. For the first time, I had developed feelings for someone and even received my Master's affirmation. These two joys had brought forth even greater happiness, a period that should have been dreamlike and blissful. Yet, why had it come to this?

Su Bei felt like he was suffocating. Yes, it was completely different from the feeling he had with Dan Wulan. That shallow, icy touch back then couldn't compare to the current sensation, which felt almost like being melted by an inferno. For the first time, Su Bei felt that being forcefully kissed by a woman was also a kind of torment.

Steeling himself, Su Bei forcefully pushed her away. Feeling his lip, which seemed to have been bitten, he took a deep breath and instantly channeled the pure Energy of Great Dao from his body into Dan Wuque. I'm not sure if it will work.

As the pure Energy of Great Dao continuously flowed into her, Dan Wuque's blood circulation seemed to quicken. Her state stabilized considerably. Lying on the bed, her chest rose and fell rhythmically as her breathing gradually evened out. Perhaps the dose wasn't that large?

After doing all this, Su Bei sighed with relief. He turned around and saw Xiao Ruoching looking at him with a gaze that made him feel extremely guilty.

Su Bei coughed, chose his words carefully, and said, "That... this really isn't your Master's fault! I can explain everything from the beginning."

Although it felt somewhat beneath a master like him to have to explain things to his apprentice, Su Bei didn't want Xiao Ruoching to permanently brand him as some kind of lecherous deviant. I'm quite the gentleman already.

Xiao Ruoching, tears welling in her eyes, looked at Su Bei. Pouting, she turned her head away, her chest heaving, and said, "Master doesn't need to explain; your disciple understands everything."

Seeing this, Su Bei gave a bitter smile and said, "Look at you. You said before you wouldn't throw tantrums, and here you are, sulking like a child again?"

Xiao Ruoching pursed her thin lips, her small hands clenched tightly, and said, "Your disciple isn't angry with you, Master. I'm angry at myself!"

Su Bei was somewhat taken aback. He gently turned Xiao Ruoching's head back to face him and looked into her shimmering, autumn-water-like eyes, asking with a puzzled expression, "Why are you angry at yourself? There's no need to always be getting angry over nothing."

Xiao Ruoching opened her mouth, her limpid autumn eyes gazing at Su Bei. Whether from anger or some other emotion, a faint blush crept onto her snow-white cheeks as she met his gaze directly and said, "Your disciple is angry at myself for being willful and unreasonable, for always making Master angry. None of this has anything to do with Master, yet I still wanted to take my anger out on you. Master has already been too good to your disciple, giving me opportunities and even a First Grass Creation Pill. Each of these things is more than enough to make your disciple eternally grateful. But whenever I see Master being intimate with other women, I still feel uncomfortable in my heart, even though I know it has nothing to do with me. Master is Master; how could a disciple like me have any right to interfere with Master's actions? So, I'm angry at myself. Being like this, I'm simply not worthy of being Master's disciple..."

Listening to Xiao Ruoching's words, Su Bei, who thought his composure was impenetrable, felt his face burn for the first time. Seeing her earnest expression, which lacked some of her usual cool aloofness and instead showed a young woman's fragile dependence, couldn't help but satisfy his masculine pride.

Without thinking, he stroked her soft, long hair, and a strange thought suddenly rose in his heart— When did I become like one of those wretched anime protagonists?

However, the power of this "head-pat" was indeed much greater than he had imagined.

He glanced at Dan Wuque lying on the bed, breathing smoothly, apparently fast asleep. Su Bei picked up the blanket from the bedside, gently covered her with it, and carefully smoothed it out. Then, taking Xiao Ruoching's small hand, he led her towards the door—and, incidentally, fixed the door that Dan Wulan had broken.

Lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, Dan Wuque's face was flushed crimson, burning hot. Feeling the blanket that had been gently laid over her, her small hands tightly gripped the mattress beneath. Thinking back on her actions just now, her face heated up even more; she wished she could dig a hole and disappear into it right then and there. She tentatively touched her lips, her mind instantly a mess of turmoil.

I kissed Senior Brother... Could I get pregnant? How should I face Senior Brother now? And it seems like Little Sister might also have feelings for Senior Brother... I'm supposed to be Senior Brother's good friend, his close pal, but do good friends and close pals actually kiss? If I really got pregnant, would my baby have to call Senior Brother 'Dad'?

The cowlick on Dan Wuque's head spun rapidly, as if dancing.

「 」

Under the large apricot tree, Su Bei and Xiao Ruoching sat together, gazing at the moon above and feeling the night breeze.

After a moment of contemplation, Su Bei spoke softly, "Actually, when you're angry, letting it out is better for your mental and physical health. You should stay angry at your Master. Maybe that will make you feel a bit better..."

Su Bei smiled. He unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth where Dan Wuque had bitten him, then reached out and gently wiped the tear tracks from the corners of Xiao Ruoching's eyes.

Xiao Ruoching lowered her head without speaking, but her face gradually flushed, becoming breathtakingly beautiful. Head bowed, she traced circles in the snow with her finger and murmured, "Master, just how much gentler can you possibly be..."

Suddenly hearing his disciple's whisper, Su Bei blinked, looked at her, and then patted her head.

The moon in the sky seemed to shine even clearer.

Su Bei looked up at the exceptionally bright moonlight tonight.

Xiao Ruoching also lifted her head, gazing at the moon with a fixed stare.

Under the peach sapling, Dan Wulan hugged her knees, quietly watching the moon.

Dan Wuque peered through the window, silently observing the moon.

"The moon is so beautiful."

Even the wind seemed gentle.

「Early the next morning.」

The entire Sword Sect was already bustling with activity. It was the Second Elder, Xi Qingyi's, eight-hundredth birthday! That was indeed no small affair.

Dressed in a celebratory, bright red robe, Xi Qingyi gazed fixedly at the Cloud Array Hall, where a sea of candlelight seemed to burn away the crimson clouds.

His third direct disciple was dead.

Early that morning, Wenren Pingxin had released him and Jun Wuxie. The very first breath of freedom he took was accompanied by this news. He buried this gloom deep in his heart and watched as groups of Sword Sect Disciples busily constructed the martial arts arena. The matter of his third disciple's bones being dug out was something he could never let go of, but today also held something to be happy about. The Mo Family from the Dongfeng Ancient Country had sent a letter, expressing their wish to send Mo Li over to become his direct disciple.

Thinking of this, Xi Qingyi stroked his beard in satisfaction. With his hands clasped behind his back, he oversaw the construction of the martial arts arena. From afar, he could hear the shouts of the Seventh Elder, Yu Xie, "Right! You there, make it sturdier! Will that even hold? And you! Do you even realize what this martial arts arena represents? When other Sects visit our Sword Sect, they inevitably bring their most elite disciples for sparring matches. If this arena isn't built properly and something goes wrong, who's going to take responsibility?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Xi Qingyi.

When Xi Qingyi saw Su Bei, who seemed to have nothing better to do than saunter about everywhere with his young apprentice, he couldn't help but grind his teeth in frustration. This Junior Brother has caused me so much trouble!

Su Bei also noticed Xi Qingyi. His eyes lit up, and with a beaming smile, he said, "YO, isn't this Second Senior Brother? You're out?"

Xi Qingyi snorted coldly without responding to Su Bei, but then his eyes suddenly narrowed. When did this Junior Brother reach Half-Step to Reverie? Could I have seen wrong?