All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

The pigpen was extremely quiet, as if you could hear it slowly falling asleep, softly murmuring.

The night was deep, and Wenren Pingxin wanted to take advantage of the stillness to have a proper talk with this Junior Brother. However, as soon as she jumped in through the window, she saw the scene before her.

Su Bei didn't know how to respond, racking his brains but still unable to articulate a reason.

The Eldest Senior Sister wasn't like the Eighth Junior Sister with her childlike simplicity, nor was she like that prodigal disciple who could be easily coaxed.

After thinking it over, Su Bei still felt it was best to just tell the truth to his Eldest Senior Sister. He took a deep breath and was about to start defending himself when he heard Wenren Pingxin sigh and say,

"Forget it. You're always mysterious, but you do handle matters with a sense of propriety."

"I won't pry too much into your affairs; as long as you're aware of what you're doing..."

"The reason I came to find you isn't to talk about these things."

Su Bei was slightly stunned, and although puzzled, he also let out a breath of relief.

He then put on his robe, placed the bellyband into the storage ring, and sat down on the bed, saying casually,

"Eldest Senior Sister, what brings you here so late at night?"

When he looked up, he was slightly startled. Wenren Pingxin's gaze rested on him, her face bearing a hint of tenderness mixed with indulgence.

Wenren Pingxin examined Su Bei closely, as if trying to remember the increasingly unfamiliar face before her eyes.

"Speaking of which," she said, "how long has it been since we last slept together?"

Upon hearing his Eldest Senior Sister suddenly utter such suggestive words, Su Bei coughed awkwardly. Not wanting to break the warm atmosphere, he laughed.

"Ah, how could I remember? It must have been a few hundred years..."

But he was still puzzled about what had gotten into his Eldest Senior Sister today.

Wenren Pingxin's eyes held a hint of reminiscence. Although what that fish had said today had made her uncomfortable, upon reflection, its words were indeed true.

He was the little Junior Brother who had grown up by her side. She had taken care of him since childhood; he couldn't fall asleep without her holding him and would pester her for stories. Now, he had gradually grown into an Immortal who could stand on his own.

When she arrived, her heart was full of questions, wanting to ask him many things—like how he taught the Sovereign Sword to Xiao Ruoching, or the perfection of his Sword Two, as well as the Demon Core he got from under Unrepentant Cliff. But upon seeing him, all the words seemed to dissipate.

With a gentle smile on her face, Wenren Pingxin extended her hand and gently patted Su Bei's head amidst his astonished gaze.

"When you were little," she said, "I would pat your head like this, and you would always dodge.

"You said that a man should not be patted on the head, as it would hinder his growth. If you didn't grow tall, you couldn't protect me...

"Back then, you were just a kid who grew up on my Red Dust Peak. I was about the same age as your junior sisters. The Old Man was already irresponsible back then, always disappearing after slinking away. During the day, I'd worry about the Sword Sect's affairs, and then I'd still have to coax you.

"You were the most mischievous kid I ever saw. Well, maybe all children are like that, but I only ever took care of you..."

Listening to Wenren Pingxin prattling next to him, Su Bei felt a bit embarrassed; he didn't remember any of this.

Yet observing his Eldest Senior Sister today, he felt a tender touch in his heart, as if it was etched into the depths of his soul—a sense of home ingrained in his very bones. Feeling her gentle touch, his heart even enjoyed it a bit. Moonlight bathed her face, and as the shadows faded away, her gentleness became even more pronounced—the perfect image of the ideal senior sister everyone held in their hearts.

As he was lost in thought, the soft voice of Wenren Pingxin suddenly reached his ear,

"In the future, when you do anything, don't make me worry... okay?"

"At the very least, let me know what you're up to."

Su Bei's body trembled slightly. He felt he finally understood why she had come to find him in the middle of the night to say all this.

Was it because she was worried, seeing him fight Luo Ritian on the stage, thinking he was just showing off?

Suddenly, a peculiar feeling arose within him. What did the people around the protagonist feel when they saw him ascend the stage in some fantasy novel, flaunting his skills, only to triumphantly crush his opponent? Apart from shock, would they feel the same worry and nervousness as his Eldest Senior Sister? Yes, perhaps this is the real initial reaction of someone who truly cares. It's not shock and elation at your victory, but relief—that feeling of a heart, once suspended high in anxiety, finally settling down in peace. Perhaps in her heart, behind the facade of the strong and independent Acting Sect Leader of the Sword Sect, she was more vulnerable than anyone else. Was she just a senior sister, her heart filled with concern for her Junior Brother?

Su Bei lowered his head and comfortably rested it on Wenren Pingxin's shoulder.

This time, he was completely focused, gently drinking in her fragrance.

Moonlight filled the room with a watery glow.

「An unknown amount of time passed.」

"Erm, how are those hundred Disciples of the Sword Sect you gathered progressing with their dance training?"

Leaning lazily on the bed, a sweet fragrance permeating the air, her unique, faint body scent wafted into Su Bei's nose. Wenren Pingxin stretched out a slender, jade-like leg, clad in 'Su Bei Collection' hosiery, and spoke.