All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Feeling Su Bei's presence, Wenren Pingxin looked in his direction and hurriedly waved.

"Bei Bei, you've arrived just in time! Quick..."

With a hint of confusion in his eyes, Su Bei turned around. Frowning, he repeatedly reminded his two wasteful disciples not to quarrel, then walked towards his Eldest Senior Sister.

"Senior Sister? Yu... Sect Master, what do you need from Su Mou?"

Yu Hongxiu covered her mouth and giggled, her bosom proudly raised as she grabbed Su Bei's arm and leaned on his shoulder. A fragrant breeze wafted from her as she smiled coquettishly, "What? Can't your sister call you over if there's nothing specific?"

Wenren Pingxin let out a cold huff, pulled Su Bei over, and said, "Yu, get to the point! No interruptions! Since Su Bei is here, explain to us in detail this newspaper membership system and that so-called trending search..."

So it was about that!

Su Bei sighed in relief. I thought my secret of hiding the Empress's bellyband had been discovered.

But why the urgency? After all, looking at the time frame, it's only been a little over ten days since the first newspaper issue was released...

It seemed Yu Hongxiu noticed Su Bei's confusion. She crossed her jade legs while sitting on a chair, a profound look flashing in her eyes. Then, with a charming smile, she chuckled, "Isn't it because the pie is too big? It's drawn a pack of wolves to take a bite."

"Aside from the newspapers of the Star Moon Sect and Sword Sect, a multitude of other newspapers have flooded the market. Some sects don't even understand what they're doing; they just randomly pick a newspaper, copy and modify it slightly, and then print it out."

"Whatever content the Star Moon newspaper releases, they just replicate it word for word."

"If we don't implement the next phase of our plan, I'm afraid the common people won't even know which newspaper was the original..."

...

If this had been before, Yu Hongxiu would not have cared about such a trifle. But who could have imagined that the profit brought by the newspaper would far exceed her expectations?

For cultivators, although gold and silver are mundane items, they are certainly not worthless! Everything requires money, whether it's for development among the great sects, maintaining relationships, or currying favor.

This was something inexpensive for ordinary people, something they could buy a copy of and then boast about in a teahouse all day. Who could resist?

Su Bei's eyes showed mild astonishment. According to my own guess, I didn't expect such large-scale imitation to emerge within a month. The response speed of these other sects is even faster than mine.

What is this? The world's first instance of piracy? Piracy is bad enough, but having to pay for it is the most detestable thing!

My so-called trending search knock-off and the membership system really do need to be moved up the schedule.

He casually found a spot to sit down and began to describe his grand, unique, and unprecedented vision to his two senior sister figures, chattering away.

During the conversation, Wenren Pingxin's and Yu Hongxiu's eyes grew increasingly bright, their bosoms heaving, their expressions of shock growing ever more intense...

...

Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li waited, bored stiff, at the foot of the mountain for Su Bei, standing back to back in a silent standoff.

The high-hanging sun cast long, slanting shadows of the two distinctively beautiful, cold women in their long dresses.

The passing Sword Sect disciples looked at them with undisguised envy, whispering among themselves:

"Ah, how nice! I also want to join No-Sword Peak. I want a Creation Pill too!"

"Do you even have the looks for it? I'm seriously starting to suspect the Fifth Elder has some kind of collecting fetish..."

"Why be sour about it here? Their relationship must be very good, right?"

"Look, look! Isn't that the young miss from the Confucian School? It looks like she's coming my way..."

"You're delusional. She's clearly heading towards Sister Xiao and Sister Mo."

"No way! Does she also want to become Elder Su's disciple? HA HA HA, just kidding. That's impossible..."

"You're overthinking it! She's from the South Wind Ancient Country; she surely practices the Confucian Dao."

...

Amidst the exclamations and discussions of the Sword Sect disciples, Li Zijun pursed her lips. She held Da Bai and faced the crowd's varied gazes. Her Glazed Step Shake reflected the sunlight, emitting faint flickers of light, while the hem of her Confucian skirt lightly swept the fine mountain snow.

Her gaze was as gentle as a spring breeze, her long eyelashes seeming to brush against the vast sea of clouds and frost. Holding the corner of her skirt, she gracefully stepped in front of the two women, as if wandering through a painting.

Then, under the puzzled gazes of Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li, her lips curved into a very pleasing arc, and she said gently, "Zijun congratulates Miss Mo on becoming Elder Su's disciple."

Although Mo Li harbored many resentments against Xiao Ruoching, her feelings towards this prospective third junior sister were quite complicated.

This girl, always so utterly gentle, was indeed hard to dislike.

Gently, Mo Li rose to her feet, managing what she considered a perfectly normal smile, one that harbored not a trace of any other emotion. "Thank you, Miss Zijun," Mo Li replied.

Li Zijun handed Da Bai, whose eyes were darting around ceaselessly, to Er You behind her. Then, she retrieved a letter from her storage ring and gently passed it to Xiao Ruoching.

Xiao Ruoching accepted the letter with some surprise as she heard Li Zijun say softly, "Miss Xiao, this is a letter from Zijun to Elder Su."

"I've been away for quite a while and must now return to the South Wind Ancient Country. Because of this, there are some things I didn't get a chance to say to Elder Su in person. I'll have to trouble you, Miss Xiao, to deliver this letter to Elder Su for me."

...

Li Zijun stood with her hands clasped behind her back, leaning forward slightly, her eyes curved into crescents.

Sunlight, dappled by snowflakes drifting past tree branches, scattered across the scene.

Patches of light danced on Li Zijun's Confucian skirt and brushed across her Glazed Step Shake, casting a spell of enchantment.

"Are you leaving so soon?"

Upon this first meeting with her third junior sister, a subtle sense of reluctance stirred in Xiao Ruoching's heart. I wonder if the butterfly effect of my own reincarnation will allow this third junior sister to successfully become Master's disciple in this life?

"Yes. The Sword Sect is truly beautiful!"

"Zijun really likes the Sword Sect."

Those words contained not a hint of falsehood.

The sunlight was perfect, reflecting upon the unfrozen pond before Red Dust Peak, mirroring three exquisitely beautiful faces.

A gentle breeze stirred dry leaves, dropping them onto the water. This instantly created a dazzling golden sheen, causing ripples of light to dance. Li Zijun tilted her head, gazing at the three reflections in the water. Her eyes fluttered, as if entranced, lost in reverie.

My senior sisters, I, your junior sister, cannot become a disciple of the Sword Sect for now.

Er You cleared his throat softly, signaling to Li Zijun that it was almost time. She turned, sat upon the Cow Cart Magic Tool, and waved to the pair.

"Miss Xiao, Miss Mo, farewell!"

...

As she departed, the rosy hues of the sky gradually deepened.

Xiao Ruoching clutched the letter, staring blankly at Li Zijun's receding figure. Then, she let out a soft sigh. Unbeknownst to her, a similar thought simultaneously arose in Mo Li's heart: Zi Jun, you are indeed our junior sister.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Su Bei descended from Red Dust Peak alongside Wenren Pingxin and Yu Hongxiu, a triumphant expression on his face. Feeling the distinct, comforting softness of his two companions, one on each side, the elation in his heart was unparalleled!

Sisters by day, disciples by night...

As Su Bei was reveling in thoughts of the future, a sudden chill ran down his spine, compelling him to look up involuntarily.

From a distance, he spotted a woman in a bright red palace gown flying towards him, her eyes filled with an indescribable complexity.

Su Bei's heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed hard.

This is terrible! This woman... she couldn't be here to hold me accountable, could she?!

Lin Jinyu walked briskly towards Wenren Pingxin, thoughtfully observing her as she chatted with Yu Hongxiu. Then, her gaze shifted to Su Bei. Her expression darkened slightly, her teeth clenched, and she instinctively tightened her palace gown.

Then, pretending as if nothing was amiss, she stepped forward. Without even glancing at Su Bei, she addressed Wenren Pingxin, "Elder Wenren, I will not return to court today. I would like to tour the Sword Sect and admire its beauty. Might I ask Elder Wenren to assign an elder to accompany me?"

...

My bellyband might really be on this man's person... This thought unsettled Lin Jinyu, and her eyes subtly swept over Su Bei, who was studiously avoiding eye contact.

Wenren Pingxin hesitated for a moment, clearly having some thoughts of her own. She nodded and was about to speak when Lin Jinyu interjected, "I wonder, would Elder Su happen to have time?"

...

Wenren Pingxin regarded the two with a suspicious gaze, while Yu Hongxiu, as if sensing something amusing, watched the unfolding scene with a playful expression.

"Well... Empress, I'm a bit busy," Su Bei said.

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