All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Su Bei sat before her. After removing her embroidered shoes, he took Wenren Pingxin's delicate, jade-like feet in his hands and began to gently knead them. He felt their softness and warmth through the silk stockings, a faint fragrance wafting to his nose.

"Hmm. Because most of them have physical disabilities or sustained severe injuries that couldn't be healed, they all cherish this opportunity very much."

"The dance itself isn't very difficult, so I reckon they'll master it soon..."

Wenren Pingxin's beautiful eyes were half-open, half-closed as she nodded slightly and said, "Find some time in the coming days to leave the Sect and procure some garments and other necessities for them. Since they're representing the Sword Sect, they naturally can't be allowed to disgrace its reputation in this regard."

In her heart, she harbored no expectations for the dance that Su Bei was preparing.

However, compared to previous years when the Sword Sect had merely gone through the motions, this time was indeed a significant improvement. They would probably recruit more disciples than in the past.

Pausing for a moment, Wenren Pingxin felt the comfortable sensation emanating from her feet, as if all her fatigue was gradually alleviating. She looked at Su Bei with a hint of skepticism and asked, "How are you so skilled at this?"

Su Bei coughed dryly, then looked at Wenren Pingxin with complete seriousness and said, "Senior Sister, this junior brother has witnessed all the exhaustion you've endured in the Sword Sect these past days. Your great charisma and virtue have constantly lingered in my heart, impossible to dispel!"

"A few days ago, I was fortunate enough to come across an ancient book. It described an ancient technique called 'foot massage,' which is especially effective for relieving physical fatigue."

"Therefore, this junior brother specifically practiced on a piece of wood for several days..."

Wenren Pingxin furrowed her delicate brows slightly. Although she felt that something might be off, the sensation of comfort was undeniably real.

She shook her head, deciding not to dwell on it, and simply enjoyed Su Bei's massage with a clear conscience.

"Senior Sister, have you ever heard of Linglong Qi?"

Hearing Su Bei suddenly speak up, Wenren Pingxin pondered for a moment before replying, "Hmm, I recall seeing it mentioned in the Sword Concealing Pavilion. It's said to strengthen the meridians and is an exceptionally rare Immortal Qi in the world..."

Su Bei stopped his movements and spoke earnestly, his eyes full of sincerity, "This junior brother was passing by a cave beneath Unrepentant Cliff and saw a skeleton sitting on a desiccated chair. It was still holding something like a Luminous Pearl. Beside it, words were carved, roughly meaning that he hoped a successor would take this Cold Pool Linglong Pearl, so the treasure wouldn't be left to gather dust."

"Along with this Linglong Pearl, there were also several sets of specially made clothes. Presumably, one must wear these clothes to soak in the Linglong Qi produced by the Linglong Pearl in the cold pool! You must wear those clothes!"

"..."

A flicker of surprise crossed Wenren Pingxin's eyes. She stood up and said to Su Bei, "Bei Bei, take out that Luminous Pearl and the clothes for your Senior Sister to see!"

Su Bei obediently took out what appeared to be a school swimsuit and a glass sphere, placing them on the bed.

Under the moonlight, the glass sphere twinkled with a gentle luster.

Wenren Pingxin merely glanced at the glass sphere, sensing the subtle flow of Immortal Qi emanating from it. Then, her expression turned curious as she picked up the clothes that, according to Su Bei, were essential to wear.

It appeared to be a one-piece, dark cyan garment. The mere sight of it, coupled with the thought of wearing it, instantly sent a crimson blush spreading across Wenren Pingxin's cheeks.

Her breathing became hurried, and she wondered, did she really have to wear this?

She... she couldn't bring herself to just cast the thought aside.

Seeing Senior Sister's reaction, Su Bei's anticipation intensified. Indeed, the style was quite a shock to the people of this world.

But this was nothing. If such a conservative swimsuit could make her blush like this, it was a good thing he hadn't brought out a bikini...

Wenren Pingxin calmed herself. Based on her understanding of him, she tried to discern any deceit in Su Bei's eyes. There had to be something strange about this.

But looking at Su Bei, who still appeared composed and upright, she began to doubt her suspicions. Could it really be as he said?

「It was very late.」

The candles in the pigsty had been extinguished, and one could faintly hear whispers coming from inside:

"Why are you so far away? I'm not going to eat you... And I didn't stop you from getting this close, but now you've touched me!"

"Weren't you the one who insisted on squeezing in here to sleep with me?"

"Hush! You're completely different now that you're older, nothing like when you were little."

"What's different?"

"Don't hog the blanket."

"..."

「At this moment, on Red Dust Peak, in Wenren Pingxin's boudoir.」

Yu Hongxiu yawned and looked at the flickering candlelight on the table, its dim glow casting shadows on her beautiful face.

She blinked hard, rubbed her charming, sleepy eyes, and muttered, "Where did that guy go in the middle of the night?"

The Bashan Yunwu tea, boiling on the table, steamed and emitted a strong fragrance.

He had come looking for her late at night, intending to discuss the newspaper collaboration between the Star Moon Sect and the Sword Sect, and whether they should proceed to implementing a membership system.

Eventually, she couldn't resist the fatigue from the journey. She crossed her snow-white arms gently, rested her head on them, and closed her eyes.

The night was quiet and clear. In the depths of winter, snow fluttered down all night long.

The snores from the Sword Sect were very gentle.

...

「The sky cleared up.」

Su Bei opened his eyes.

After a whole night, the simple window let in a bright, white light, illuminating the interior of the room. In a corner, the fires in several braziers had died out, emitting wisps of blue smoke.