All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

The sunlight was warm, and indeed, the silhouette she had been longing for all night was right there.

Watching her attentively watering the peach trees, Su Bei strode forward, then walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her in a hug, and gently placed his nose beneath her white hair, inhaling the scent that belonged to her alone.

Dan Wulan was obviously a bit stunned; a trace of panic flashed through her cold eyes, followed by a sudden bloom of red across her ears.

She extended a pale hand to pat down the two large hands around her waist, saying softly, "Let go."

Su Bei had noticed a detail. Although her voice was still cold as usual, she would always precede such moments with "Senior Brother." Was this more casual form of address a tacit acceptance of his actions in her heart?

A smile surfaced on Su Bei's face. Even though they had already been intimate, she still maintained such a cold demeanor. Looking at her blushing cheeks, Su Bei couldn't help but want to tease her. Recalling the overbearing CEOs from the novels he had read, a wicked sense of amusement suddenly sparked within him.

Under Dan Wulan's somewhat surprised gaze, he pushed her soft body against the large tree, propped one hand against it, and with the other, tilted her delicate chin, his voice husky, "Woman, are you trying to get my attention?"

"..."

Dan Wulan blinked, swallowing slightly, staring dumbfounded at her Senior Brother, who seemed to have transformed before her. Her heart was in disarray. What had gotten into Senior Brother? Why was the relationship between them suddenly so ambiguous? Could it be that her unfinished actions from last night had allowed him to see clearly into his heart? But with the face she had dreamed of day and night so close, Dan Wulan found it very hard to refuse. Wasn't this what she had always wanted?

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, the flush on her cheeks stubbornly refused to fade. Feeling Su Bei's audacious hand slowly climbing her cheek, Dan Wulan bit her lower lip and pushed his hand away, yet she didn't reject his advance entirely, saying lightly, "Stop teasing. I still have to water the plants."

Su Bei burst into laughter, an indescribable pleasure instantly spreading throughout his body. The sense of accomplishment from conquering a cold and aloof woman was truly beyond words. Though I still don't understand why Ninth Junior Sister likes me even now.

"Let's water them together. It doesn't make sense for you to always take care of the peach trees that Senior Brother planted for you, does it?"

"..."

Su Bei gently took the watering can from her hands, caressing her delicate little hand, and winked at her, saying tenderly.

Did she reject me last night? Yet, she hadn't entirely. If Junior Sister has given herself to me, what harm is there in me taking the initiative?

Dan Wulan's heart skipped a beat, her mind a whirlwind. Somehow, she found herself nodding lightly in agreement. She watched Su Bei. He was in his white shirt, the sunlight reflecting on the cluster of large roses secretly embroidered on his left chest, as he carefully watered the peach trees.

In a moment of daze, Dan Wulan had an illusion. It was as if the two of them had nurtured this peach grove together.

A shallow smile then graced her beautiful lips as Dan Wulan moved forward. A gentle breeze brushed by, stirring her purple dress, its ribbons fluttering lightly. Her presence remained cool, yet amidst the vibrantly growing peach grove, it was as if ice and snow were thawing.

She took out a handkerchief from her Storage Ring and gently wiped the water stains from Su Bei's clothing.

Su Bei looked at the light purple handkerchief, embroidered with intricate patterns, and could almost smell the faint fragrance on it. This was indeed a handkerchief that suited her.

In the sunlight, her cherry lips appeared luscious and clear. The breeze stirred the tips of her hair, which tickled Su Bei's cheek.

"We'll probably have to go to the Sacred Land tomorrow." Su Bei put down the watering can, looked at her, and asked, "Are you going?"

Dan Wulan nodded, speaking softly, "I'll go. There will be an Ascension Platform this time."

Su Bei raised an eyebrow. Mimicking Eldest Senior Sister's tone, he said, "What excitement are you, a Mid Stage Refining Void cultivator, going to join? That arena will be filled with masters from all Twenty-One Provinces."

This sentence, however, was laced with concern.

A trace of emotion flickered in Dan Wulan's cool eyes. Su Bei's casual remark made her heart sweeten slightly, but she said nothing, carefully shaking the snowflakes from the peach tree leaves.

Seeing Dan Wulan's action, Su Bei seemed to realize she had made up her mind and shook his head. He gently placed his hands on Dan Wulan's shoulders, then from behind, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, feeling her heartbeat.

Dan Wulan bit her lip tightly. This time, she didn't push Su Bei away, enjoying his warm, broad shoulders.

"Wulan..."

Hearing Su Bei call her name, Dan Wulan's body trembled slightly. Her long eyelashes fluttered, her cheeks becoming even rosier.

The peach trees in this grove were about to blossom.

...

「In Dongfeng Ancient Country, Luo City.」

Dressed in a bright red phoenix robe, Lin Jinyu walked toward the Imperial Study Room. She pushed open the door and saw Ji Nanjue still sitting there, hand covering his head, looking exhausted.

Seemingly hearing the sound, Ji Nanjue looked up. Seeing Lin Jinyu, he smiled casually and said, "The Empress is back?

"Did you enjoy your time out?"

Lin Jinyu walked toward Ji Nanjue, extended her slim, jade-like hand, and gently massaged his shoulders, nodding as she replied, "Mm, your consort had a very good time."

Ji Nanjue leaned back in his chair, letting Lin Jinyu massage him. He sighed and said, "Tomorrow, I will be going to the Sacred Land. Hmm, the Empress will come with me.

"This time, the recruitment assembly at the Sacred Land is different from the past. They have specially set up an Ascension Platform. Anyone from the Twenty-One Provinces below the Dao Integration Realm can participate on behalf of their Sect.

"That woman from the Sacred Land also created some title like 'Number One Sect Under Heaven'..."

"..."

He paused, feeling it wasn't quite right to be the only one talking, and then asked, "Did the Empress come across anything amusing on her way back?"

Lin Jinyu's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. Suddenly, the image of a figure surfaced in her mind, causing her hands to press down with more force unexpectedly. That damned Su Bei! Still holding onto my bellyband...

Ji Nanjue looked up at the Empress with a puzzled expression.

Queen Lin seemed to realize her gaffe, felt somewhat awkward, and then laughed, saying, "I didn't encounter many amusing incidents, but I did meet an interesting person at Sword Sect."

An interesting person?

Ji Nanjue turned around to look into the Empress's eyes, asking with some curiosity, "How interesting? Who is it?"

Queen Lin adjusted Ji Nanjue's clothes. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she always felt his body was too soft. She replied, "The Fifth Elder of Sword Sect, Su Bei!"

Hearing this name, Ji Nanjue's eyes suddenly brightened. He lifted his head to look at Queen Lin and said, "Did he do anything remarkable?"

Regarding the man he had met at the foot of Unrepentant Cliff, Ji Nanjue had always harbored a trace of curiosity. Hearing the Empress speak of him in such a way now naturally sparked his interest.

Seeing Ji Nanjue's response, Queen Lin sighed secretly in her heart. Why bother? Why even care? He's a man! There's no way anything can come of this between you two. How can I, your consort, save you?

Ji Nanjue suddenly noticed that the look in the Empress's eyes, as she gazed at him, seemed full of an indescribable pity and sadness, as though bearing some complex mission of salvation. His expression turned somewhat odd. He cleared his throat and asked, "What's wrong with the Empress?"

Lin Jinyu's eyes filled with a sense of sacred duty. I must set the Emperor on the right path in life and ensure he doesn't stray! She cleared her throat and said, "Elder Su said he does not know the Emperor."

As she spoke, she gazed intently at him, as if wanting to discern something from his reaction.

However, Ji Nanjue showed no particular expression. Su Bei indeed doesn't know me; he knows Nan Ji.

"Of course. How could he possibly know me?"

Lin Jinyu's eyes filled with confusion. She could clearly sense that the Emperor was not lying. What is going on then?

"Why does the Empress suddenly ask this?"

Lin Jinyu quickly replied, "It's nothing. I just find that Elder Su resembles the Emperor in certain aspects..."

Ji Nanjue's curiosity became more intense. He had only met Su Bei briefly and had not delved deeper. He hadn't expected the Empress to bring back so many interesting stories from just one visit to Sword Sect. "Resemble in certain aspects?"

Lin Jinyu had already resolved to guide the Emperor back to the correct orientation. With a deep sigh, her eyes showed firm determination. My husband, don't get in too deep!