All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Li Zijun gazed at the tall, familiar mountain gate before her, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

Have I finally arrived here again in this life?

The sun's warm rays cascaded down, brushing against her, lending her face a jade-like luster, so delicate it seemed it would break at a mere touch.

A slender, exquisite shadow trailed diagonally behind her, falling half upon the snowy ground and half upon the green flagstones.

The gentle curve of her lips seemed to perpetually hold a hint of a smile, a tender expression like a soothing breeze caressing the soul.

Her gaze softly swept into the distance, where she saw that familiar figure looking back at her, Sister Xiao by his side.

"Master, I see you again..."

Ever since Li Zijun, this disciple from the Confucian School, had appeared, Su Bei had immediately checked the woman's fortune.

The result instantly startled him!

Aura blazing crimson red! This Li Zijun is unequivocally a child of fortune!

If she were to become my disciple, wouldn't that be...

At this thought, Su Bei gently shook his head and sighed.

Li Zijun isn't like Xiao Ruoching or Mo Li. Not only is she from the South Wind Ancient Country, but her father is also the renowned Confucian Sage, famous throughout all Twenty-One Provinces. How could such a woman possibly follow me in cultivation?

How could she ever become my disciple? It's nothing but wishful thinking.

「 」

It was unclear how much time had passed before the Sword Sect Disciples finally fell silent.

The Cloud Array Hall, long prepared by the Sword Sect, was now packed with people, a bustling sea of heads and a cacophony of voices.

In the center of the hall, a viewing platform had been erected, surrounded on all sides by countless young talents from the Twenty-One Provinces.

Layer upon layer, they resembled drifting clouds. Lights were lit, dyeing the entire hall in a crimson glow, reminiscent of sunset clouds.

Mountains of exquisite delicacies were piled high, accompanied by fine wines and the sound of music.

Finally, Xi Qingyi, dressed in a brilliant red robe and wearing a beaming smile, stepped forward. He looked at the distinguished guests who had come from the Twenty-One Provinces to attend the Sect's grand celebration and laughed heartily, "Xi Qingyi wishes to express his immense gratitude to all of you for attending my eight-hundredth birthday feast!"

"Today, let us drink to our hearts' content and not return until we are thoroughly inebriated!"

As soon as his voice fell, Sword Sect Disciples immediately began to beat the great drums.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—

The sound echoed throughout the entire hall!

Wenren Pingxin and the elders from other Sects sat directly in front of the sparring platform, a position offering a clear view of the entire stage.

Once the drumming ceased, various murmurs and discussions could be heard.

Then, a disciple was seen rushing onto the sparring platform. He struck the great drum vigorously and proclaimed loudly, "Flame Sun Valley, Wu Shijun, early-stage Golden Core! Please offer your guidance!"

No sooner had the young man spoken than a burst of discussion erupted from the crowd.

"Wu Shijun from Flame Sun Sect? I've heard of that Sect; it's considered a top-tier power in the Twenty-One Provinces, almost on par even with some of the less dominant, yet still major, established sects."

"I've heard of him. He's said to be the most outstanding disciple of this generation in the Flame Sun Sect. Wielding a Flame Yang Blade, he single-handedly slew more than three hundred flame spirits in the Flame Valley!"

"He's only in his twenties, right? And he has already reached the Golden Core realm in just a few years?"

"This young man is terrifying indeed!"

Wu Shijun stood there, emanating an aura of quiet authority. Then, from the crowd below, another figure immediately rushed up. Wielding a gleaming silver spear and clad in warrior's attire, he declared loudly, "North Wind Gate, Lin Potian, early-stage Golden Core! Please offer your guidance!"

The contest on the platform was instantly poised to erupt!

Meanwhile, the Empress of the Dongfeng Ancient Country was seated beside Wenren Pingxin. Observing the scene before her, she scanned the surroundings, a touch of curiosity in her eyes as she said, "Elder Wenren, I hear your Sect has an Elder surnamed Su?"

"And that he wields the Sword Sect's treasure, the Qingping Sword?"

"It is said that this person is exceptional, both in talent and cultivation..."

Before Lin Jinyu could finish, Luo Ritian, who was not far away, burst out laughing, making no attempt to muffle his voice, "Is Empress Lin referring to Elder Su of the Sword Sect?"

"Indeed, the man has some talent, but as for his cultivation... Hahaha."

Wenren Pingxin's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. He glanced at Luo Ritian, then said indifferently, "Empress Lin, our Sword Sect does indeed have an Elder with the surname Su, named Su Bei. He possesses some minor talent, but his cultivation is not as high as Your Majesty might imagine..."

Lin Jinyu arched her brows slightly and asked, "Then, which one is Elder Su?"

Wenren Pingxin looked around, and then, his eyes lighting up, he pointed towards a corner.

Following Wenren Pingxin's gesture, Lin Jinyu quickly spotted the man in the corner.

He was dressed in a white robe with a crescent-moon coronet, wearing cloud-stepping boots. His long, unbound hair was gently gathered behind him with a white silk ribbon.

His handsome, refined face bore a calm, faint smile.

He had a demeanor as gentle and smooth as jade, an ancient sword sheath was tied at his waist, and he was currently holding a chicken leg.

Lin Jinyu looked him up and down, her brow furrowing slightly in thought. Judging by appearance alone, this man is indeed striking, yet that's all. I see nothing particularly impressive about him.

What magic does this man possess that has made the Emperor so utterly captivated by him?

However... an Elder mingling with the disciples below as if he were one of them—such a disposition is quite rare.

「 」

Su Bei bit into a chicken leg, his eyes sparkling with interest as he watched the fight on the stage. Then, he casually pushed the chicken leg towards Xiao Ruoching's mouth, saying while chewing, "Try this, it's really fragrant!"

Xiao Ruoching frowned at the chicken leg, which was now smeared with Su Bei's saliva. Her mouth twitched slightly, but after taking a deep breath, she still took a bite.

After all, he was her Master.

Su Bei found a higher spot and sat cross-legged, observing the back-and-forth battle below with an unwavering gaze. He said leisurely, "Disciple, guess who will win the match on the stage?"

After watching intently for a moment, Xiao Ruoching pursed her lips and replied, "Master, I believe Wu Shizun should win. Although he appears to be at a disadvantage against Lin Potian's onslaught, he is actually evading the brunt of the attacks and has plenty of room to maneuver. Once Lin Potian's attack frequency decreases, it will be Wu Shizun's moment to counterattack..."

Su Bei looked incredulously at his disciple, not expecting her to have such clear insight.

As expected of an Innate Taoist Body; she's truly a natural-born cultivator.

Even she sees the details of combat more clearly than most.

And sure enough, Lin Potian seemed to falter after a few seconds of his overly aggressive assault. Wu Shizun instantly seized the opening and landed a decisive blow.

The etiquette of arena combat was to stop before causing serious injury, but even if someone was genuinely hurt, no one would complain, as long as their life wasn't threatened.

Wu Shizun, his face wild with excitement, once again wielded the large drum mallet, fiercely striking the great drum and bellowing with bulging eyes, "Who else?"

"Arrogant! Sword Sect, Xu Unbeaten, one of the Four Young Sword Monarchs, early-stage Golden Core, is here to seek instruction!"

Seeing a Sword Sect Disciple enter the fray, Su Bei also grew interested. He was about to analyze the fight in detail for his disciple when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Then, a cool voice sounded from behind him, "Elder Su, it has been a while since we parted in Mo City!"

Su Bei raised his head. He saw Mo Li, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe that revealed her slender, pale neck. Her silver hair was tied in a high ponytail, her lips as red as cherries. He subconsciously shifted a bit to the side.

Long time no see?

It's only been a few days! What is this little troublemaker planning now?

Mo Li's eyes narrowed slightly as she observed Su Bei's subconscious movement. She then sat down cross-legged right beside him. Glancing at Xiao Ruoching, who seemed entirely engrossed in the fight, Mo Li said with a faint smile, "Elder Su, I have come to the Sword Sect with my father this time, firstly, to attend the ceremony, and secondly... to seek a master."

Su Bei turned to look at Mo Li, his gaze drawn to her silver pupils, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Seeking a master? Isn't the Sect recruiting new disciples soon? Aren't you going to wait until after the recruitment to join?"

Mo Li smiled faintly, a hint of deeper meaning in her expression, "Starting a month earlier could change many things..."

"Seeking a master? Joining the Sword Sect is a good thing! I just wonder whom Miss Mo intends to take as her master?" Su Bei asked.

Xiao Ruoching, while appearing to be closely watching the competition, had actually pricked up her ears, listening intently to every word of their conversation.

Upon hearing Su Bei's question, her small hands clenched tightly.

Yet, she felt a little puzzled.

Strange? Why in this life is Junior Sister Mo seeking to join the Sword Sect at this particular time?

In the previous life, wasn't it after the recruitment? Could it be that my own small actions, like a butterfly's wings, have thrown the future into disarray?

Do I want her to become Su Bei's disciple or not?

Previously, I tried everything to prevent her from becoming his disciple. Now, I still don't want her to, but though the desire is the same, the reasons are completely different.

"My father wishes for me to take Elder Xi as my master," Mo Li stated directly, without hesitation.

Su Bei nodded. He felt a twinge of disappointment; this was a disciple with incredibly auspicious fortune, and it was a pity she wouldn't be his.

But it seemed Mo Li hadn't finished speaking. Her cool eyes remained fixed on Su Bei, and then a meaningful smile appeared on her lips, "However, I wish to take Elder Su as my master!"

Hearing this, Su Bei felt a chill run down his spine.

Mo Li, seeing Su Bei become visibly restless, licked her lips lightly. Then, to Su Bei's utter disbelief, she leaned close to his ear.

Her intoxicating fragrance assailed Su Bei's nostrils. Even someone as composed as him couldn't help but feel stirred, as if some primal instinct within him had suddenly awakened.

Then he felt a moist sensation on his earlobe, sending a tingling shiver down his entire body.

"Have you seen the gift I sent, Elder Su?"

Su Bei felt a sharp sting in his ear—this woman had actually bitten it!

He turned, looking at the flawless face before him: delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, captivating, water-bright eyes, cherry-red lips, and pearly teeth...

Something is off about this woman! She's definitely not the aloof, proud type I imagined!

She... she definitely has some hidden side to her!

Xiao Ruoching, catching this scene from the corner of her eye, immediately stood up. A wave of jealousy washed over her, as if an entire jar of vinegar had been overturned in her heart. She coughed loudly and interjected, "Master, what do you think Sword Sect Disciple Xu Unbeaten's chances of winning are?"

Mo Li glanced at Xiao Ruoching, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. She then retrieved a cup of what looked like rice water from her storage ring and asked, "Elder Su, are you thirsty?"