All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

The rain in Jiangnan seemed as fickle as the changing sky, pitter-pattering constantly, falling through the gaps between the willow leaves. Though no rain penetrated Key Smoke's oiled paper umbrella, rain threads dripped down its rim, quickly converging into streams, like a curtain of water beads.

Key Smoke reached out gently to help the woman before her, her delicate hand touching the woman's pulse as she spoke tenderly, "Are you alright? Why are you still outside so late?"

The nights in Wu City were lit, but in this evening's rain, the lights appeared dim and swaying, lacking brilliance.

When the woman looked up at Key Smoke, her eyes clearly flickered with a moment of confusion as she murmured subconsciously, "Master..."

The very next instant, she seemed to realize something. She hurriedly pressed her lips tight, water droplets trickling down her eyelashes, simply gazing at the woman before her.

A tear flowed down with the rain, perfectly concealed by this timely downpour.

Ji Nanjue's brows furrowed slightly as she looked at the woman with some suspicion. At her level of cultivation, mistaking sounds is impossible. Did the woman before her indeed call Key Smoke "Master"?

However, Key Smoke paid it no mind, assuming the woman had mistaken her for someone else. She rubbed the woman's head, carefully sizing her up.

Clad in a light moon-colored silk damask shirt with orchid patterns and a pale pink Hang-silk glaze moonlight skirt, her small and exquisite figure was complemented by her expressive autumnal eyes and vivacious beauty.

She was a Jiangnan woman, graceful and clear-spirited.

Seeing her distraught demeanor, Key Smoke did not inquire further. After all, she was just a woman with no cultivation.

From her storage ring, she casually pulled out a rainbow-colored overcoat, draped it over the woman's delicate body, and asked softly, "What's your name? Will you come with me?"

The woman nodded, then shook her head, her red lips mumbling, before softly saying, "Die Yi."

Key Smoke took her hand and, together with Ji Nanjue, headed toward the Sacred Sanctuary.

Die Yi let that overwhelmingly familiar hand gently pull her along, feeling as if she were a puppet mechanically following behind them.

Key Smoke's dark brows arched slightly, her lips curling into a meaningful smile.

She could feel the woman's complex emotions. Although she didn't know her origins or background, she recognized it instantly— Sacred Heart Enlightenment! Flawless True Body!

In all her years, this was the first time she had encountered someone possessing both these exceptional Gifted Constitutions.

...

Die Yi's mind was in chaos. For the past few months, she had spent every moment lost in confusion and indecision.

But she was certain this was her original world. Only... for some reason, it seemed she had been reincarnated?

The last scene in her memory from her past life was of a masked man running her through with his sword.

She had speculated countless times as to the identity of that man, but when she saw him unveil his mask at the last moment and recognized his face, she still couldn't believe it, or rather, found it hard to accept.

"Who exactly are you? Why do you look like him?"

Die Yi's lips were stained with blood. She clutched the Longsword embedded in her chest, feeling her strength fading bit by bit, or rather, being absorbed by his body.

Even at the very end, she couldn't believe he was capable of such a thing!

He chuckled bitterly, his face tinged with regret, yet he did not stop his actions. She could even see a teardrop falling from his face.

"Did you... kill those people too?"

With resentment, Die Yi looked at him again.

Seeing the bitterness on his lips, she knew it was him. Or perhaps it was because even that final sword thrust, the one he aimed at her, was gentle; she felt no pain.

"For the Sacred Heart Enlightenment? For the Flawless True Body?"

"If I were just an ordinary person, would you still do this?"

He didn't answer, but turned away from her.

Yet, from his eyes, she had already found her answer!

"If there is a next life... I will stop all this!"

Die Yi closed her eyes. In that final moment, scenes flashed through her mind like a spinning lantern—everything that happened after becoming a disciple in the Sacred Land, everything about Master Key Smoke...

If one sleeps too long, eventually one must awaken.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back here, back in the Sacred Land Wucheng, back to the scene a few months before she was to become Key Smoke's disciple.

The same rainy night, she couldn't clearly say whether she was waiting for him or for her.

Master, in this life, I might not become your disciple... Die Yi murmured softly in her heart.

By becoming Key Smoke's disciple, she would still be the second-generation Saintess of the Sacred Land, but she feared everything would repeat once more.

She had to stop him. She had to kill him before he fell completely!

With a mind full of complex thoughts, Die Yi saw the all-too-familiar Sacred Sanctuary before her. Everything was still the same.

Key Smoke looked at her, smiling faintly as she asked, "Would you like to become my disciple?"

In the whole Twenty-One Provinces, Key Smoke believed, no one would refuse. Since Ji Nanjue couldn't be the Saintess, it was time to cultivate the next successor. Did it matter if this woman had a master before?

Die Yi's eyes shifted slightly, and she took a deep breath. "Thank you, Saintess. Just... Die Yi already has a chosen master in her heart!"

Key Smoke's face was filled with astonishment, looking at her incredulously.

Across the entire Twenty-One Provinces, no one surpassed her in cultivation, power, or status. Did this woman even realize what she was refusing?

With a glimmer of reluctance, Key Smoke asked, "Who is that person?"

"Sword Sect... Elder Su."

—Silence fell over the Sacred Sanctuary.

Key Smoke blinked, exchanging a shocked glance with the equally astonished Ji Nanjue, her face full of bewilderment.

Why him?

The man who had deciphered the mystic stone and given her candied fruit... His mysteriousness seemed to be gradually taking root in her heart.

...

Su Beitong and Dan Wulan embraced and kissed passionately amidst the curtain of rain.

Dan Wulan closed her cool eyes... Her body trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed more intensely as she let Su Bei hold her slender waist.

Su Bei held her tight, feeling her (...).

Seemingly sensing (...), she quickly pushed him away.

Not now. At least, she didn't want to lose her final defense in such a muddled way...

Su Bei obviously seemed somewhat unsatisfied and confused as he looked at her, despite clearly sensing a hint of nervousness and anticipation in her eyes.

The moonless night was dim. Looking at her face, Su Bei suddenly understood.

For her, something like this required a sense of ceremony.

"I was presumptuous..." Su Bei said.

He took her cold hand, and together they walked towards the Sword Sect's quarters.

Because of his noble character and sentiments, Su Bei, after all, did not attempt to climb into his junior sister's bed!

Watching her enter her courtyard, Su Bei stood with his hands behind his back, shook his head, and sighed, "Su Mou is indeed a gentleman at heart!"

—He then leaned against the wall outside, attempting to see if Dan Wulan had changed her clothes, but unfortunately, the curtains were tightly shut.

"Guard against the petty... and even the gentlemen," he muttered.

Muttering to himself for a while, he then strode toward his own courtyard.

Pushing open the door, he saw Xiao Ruoching lying on his bed, still fully clothed and soundly asleep.

Su Bei coughed quietly, then gently removed his wayward disciple's embroidered shoes, slipping off her silk stockings...

Feeling a cool touch, her delicate, rose-tinted feet curled slightly. Her translucent toes and the arch of her foot formed a perfect shape, as if exquisitely carved by an artist.

"Always sleeping without taking off your shoes!" he grumbled under his breath.

Sitting on the bed, he observed her tightly clutching the Longsword and the washed fruits placed on the table.

Su Bei smiled gently. She must have fallen asleep waiting for me, right?

Covering her with his blanket, he thought for a moment and then sat on a chair, gazing out at the rain.

He then transcribed the Devouring Heaven Seal he had obtained into a notebook and, by candlelight, meticulously studied its contents.

Devouring Heaven Sutra? Nothing it cannot devour?

The more he read, the more solemn his face became.

According to this text, the Devouring Heaven Sutra could devour any constitution, somewhat reminiscent... somewhat reminiscent of the cultivation techniques of evil spirits!

The only difference was that this technique cultivated Spiritual Energy, not Evil Qi!

"Dao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things."

"In the beginning, there was chaos, Dao stood before one, created the heavens and earth, giving birth to everything."

"..."

After perusing an overview, Su Bei faintly discerned a message from within Devouring Heaven—that the origin of the world was one whole unity! And all the myriad Gifted Constitutions in the world were dispersed from this 'one'. This Devouring Heaven Sutra described how to gather all the scattered essences between heaven and earth, merging them back into one! Back to the origin!

Su Bei took a deep breath, his eyes brimming with shock.

Regardless of the truth of this Devouring Heaven Sutra's words, the matters it discussed were enough to shatter his worldview! Actually, it wasn't that hard to understand. Su Bei's mind subconsciously drifted to that woman who had arrived carrying chakra... Even though it was unclear if the technique could be cultivated, and even if it could be, Su Bei had no desire to cultivate it! He had his system; wasn't it, in a way, an evolved version of this technique?

Yet, a disturbing thought suddenly struck him regarding those practitioners of malevolent arts who relentlessly collected various Gifted Constitutions...

I hope it's not as I suspect...

...

Su Bei thought for a moment, then directly incinerated the Devouring Heaven Sutra.

Watching the tome turn to sparks and ash, Su Bei sighed lightly.

This kind of Cultivation Technique absolutely cannot be allowed to exist in this world. If not for his own laid-back personality, he feared that anyone obtaining such a technique would develop the terrifying ambition to conquer the world!

In the dim lamplight, Xiao Ruoching's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes complex as she watched everything Su Bei did.

She had woken up when Su Bei covered her with the quilt.

The candlelight was dim, yet she could still clearly discern the two large characters etched upon it!

Devouring Heaven!

Instantly, countless thoughts surged through her mind. Her soft hand clenched the quilt tightly, and she bit her thin lip.

Thankfully, in this life, it was not too late! My master, I will never let you stray from the right path!