All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Just as Su Bei was shaking his head, a graceful figure approached the cold pond in the distance, holding a bundle of clothes she was about to change into.

It was early morning. The sun had not yet risen, and the moon remained bright, casting a faint, elusive light.

Mo Li blinked. Her delicate, jade-like feet lifted lightly, appearing snow-white under the moonlight, the soles revealing a touch of pink translucence. Her silver hair seemed to merge with the gently falling snow. Her sandalwood lips were slightly parted, a faint smile playing on them as she gazed at her master.

Su Bei turned his head for a glance. Instantly, he felt a surge of heat rise within him. He coughed lightly, turned his head away, and immediately entered the Selfless Realm, composing himself to appear calm and tranquil before speaking, "Disciple, why are you up so early?"

"Have you fully absorbed the Creation Pill? Peak Foundation Establishment Realm, not bad..."

In his mind, however, he began to compare her with his eldest disciple.

He had once thought his eldest disciple was exceptional enough, but unexpectedly, there were always others more skilled, heavens beyond these heavens, and mountains beyond these mountains.

Mo Li showed little reaction, her eyes somewhat hazy. Due to her Zone of Perception, she could clearly sense her master's weak points; it seemed...

Feeling everything around her, she extended a slender hand, gently brushing her cheek with her index and middle fingers.

Then, she walked toward the cold pond on her own.

SPLASH.

Su Bei forced himself to remain calm when suddenly he felt a somewhat cool hand lightly touch his back, followed by rather warm breath whispering by his ear.

"Master, let your disciple scrub your back."

"..."

Su Bei swallowed. The moon was bright, and the wind was high. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being rather undignified as a master at this very moment!

Is this disciple of mine being... too forward?

If Xiao Ruoching were to witness this, her screams would likely shatter my eardrums.

In a daze, another person came to his mind—that woman from the Red Pavilion. Is there a resemblance? However, the difference was, he could tell that while the woman from the Red Pavilion might outwardly project a certain image, she was incredibly proud deep down and would absolutely never... be so forward with him.

And now, if that jealous disciple of mine, or Ninth Junior Sister, saw this... My eldest disciple might be easier to handle, but Ninth Junior Sister? Would she parade my head to the Broken Sword River and then across the sea?

HISS—

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Su Bei's mind. He turned around, his expression serious and solemn, and said to her, "Disciple, quickly put on the clothes I gave you! There's Linglong Qi in this cold pond of mine!"

"You must use that Magic Treasure to prevent the chill from entering your body!"

"..."

Clothes?

Mo Li, who had been greedily inhaling Su Bei's scent, was startled by his words. What clothes?

"That set! The one I gave to you and your Senior Sister!"

"..."

Mo Li suddenly understood. It seemed her master had indeed given her such a garment, but she had never unfolded it to look.

Her dark brows knitted slightly. She indeed felt her meridians becoming much more resilient and knew Su Bei was likely not lying. She immediately climbed out of the spring.

The sun was beginning to rise, its crimson light spilling over the land.

Water droplets trickled from Mo Li's silver hair. She lifted a snow-white foot, arched her instep, and carefully slipped her legs into the snug, dark cyan garment.

A blush crept up to her ears. She then lightly jumped back into the spring water.

SPLASH—