All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

After a night of light rain, the sky had cleared. Morning dew kissed the tender tips of willow leaves, poised to fall but not quite. The spring breeze blew gently, making the willow branches flutter.

Su Bei lazily stretched his back, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked out the window. After the rain in Jiangnan, the air seemed to carry a whiff of the earth's fragrance. Subconsciously, he glanced at the bed; aside from a neatly folded brocade quilt, there was nothing else.

A hint of surprise flashed in Su Bei's eyes. Strange, this prodigal disciple of mine actually got up early without being lazy?

He could feel the Spiritual Energy inside his body increasing bit by bit. Su Bei got up and walked towards the door, the breeze gently lifting his rumpled robe.

"Master!"

Two disciples wiped the fine sweat from their foreheads and looked towards Su Bei in unison.

Su Bei nodded in satisfaction.

The opening ceremony is tomorrow, and today I still need to see how the preparations at the Sword Maiden's place are going; after all, that's the main event!

Looking at Xiao Ruoching, who seemed hesitant to speak, Su Bei looked at her with some confusion and asked, "What's the matter? Speak your mind, disciple."

Could it be that I touched her little foot too much last night and made her feel it? I hadn't touched any of those special spots, like whatever 'spring surge' or the like.

Xiao Ruoching suppressed the complexity in her heart, her eyes flickering as she looked at Su Bei and said, "Master, what exactly did you decipher in that strange stone yesterday?"

In her heart, however, there was a trace of hope, a hope that the person before her wouldn't hide anything from her.

Su Bei's eyes lit up instantly.

If I can't cultivate The Wilderness Scripture, why not let my two wastrel disciples try? I gave it to the Saintess, and she didn't say I couldn't pass it on, did she?

Immediately, his face was filled with smiles, and he looked at the two prodigal disciples with a 'gentle' gaze. "My disciples, this is the cultivation technique I deciphered from that strange stone yesterday. You can try to cultivate it… Its name is The Wilderness Scripture."

With that, he engraved two identical manuals of the technique and placed them in their hands.

Xiao Ruoching looked at the words "The Wilderness Scripture" on the manual, and a touch of disappointment flashed in her heart. He still hid that one, Devouring Heaven.

She took a deep breath, looked at Su Bei, and mustered the courage to ask, "Master, is this really the only manual you've got?"

Two gazes suddenly turned towards her, one from Mo Li and the other from Su Bei.

Xiao Ruoching instantly felt that there was something amiss with her question, but she still wanted confirmation, looking stubbornly at Su Bei.

Mo Li squinted his eyes, staring at Xiao Ruoching with a meaningful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Su Bei looked at his lead disciple with a baffled face and questioned, "There's only this manual. Your Master deciphering the strange stone is already the most impressive feat in the world... Where would a second one come from? You two cultivate well!"

Could my disciple have discovered something?

He was not inclined to think too much about it, so he turned and walked towards the courtyard exit, leaving only Mo Li and Xiao Ruoching staring blankly at The Wilderness Scripture in their hands.

Xiao Ruoching sighed softly and suddenly drew her longsword from her waist.

「...」

Su Bei was in a good mood as he walked along the Sword Sect's grounds toward the many courtyards where the Sword Sect Disciples resided.

The streets were still bustling with people, with innumerable taverns and shops, and even more hawkers and street vendors, their cries rising and falling incessantly.

"Great Sun Demon Gold, the supreme metal under the heavens, forged by a master weaponsmith! Even a heavenly weapon could be crafted from it! In exchange for an aggressive earth-ranked weapon!"

"The six-syllable mantra! Six words forming magic, capable of slaying enemies and protecting the bearer! It's a secret Buddha Gate scripture, exchangeable only for top-grade spiritual stones, price negotiable!"

"..."

In Wu City, apart from the Sacred Land's own auction house, many cultivators would take out their own items to sell or trade for other things.

As the saying goes, wealth should not be flaunted. If someone dares to sell valuable items here, they either have absolute strength, backing from a powerful entity, or they are a con artist!

Even though Wu City had the Sacred Land's absolute order, what about outside the Sacred Land?

Many hawkers shouted, trying to attract business. There were also cultivators who simply laid out their items by the street and sat down without a word, waiting for someone fated to come by.

Especially on the eve of the recruitment opening ceremony, the place was rife with a mix of shady characters and con artists. Many who got scammed could only swallow their bitterness in silence.

At this moment, Su Bei suddenly saw a few familiar figures. One of them, a young woman in a white dress, appeared as frail as always, crouched in front of a stall, seemingly gesturing and discussing something.

Su Bei's eyes brightened. I hadn't even gone out of my way to find the Sword Maiden, yet here I've encountered her?

Before he could even greet her, he saw the peddler suddenly stand up, his eyes fierce, his expression ferocious. The Sword Maiden and a few Sword Sect Disciples stepped back, their faces pale as they looked at the man before them.

Su Bei's brow furrowed. Watching as more and more onlookers gathered, he quickly walked towards them.

The Sword Maiden looked pale as she faced the man with a scar on his face, weakly shaking her small hand.

The scar-faced man snorted coldly, his eyes narrowing as he said, "A mute piece of trash dares to covet my belongings? This scabbard was worn by a Tribulation-Crossing Cultivator, and you want to snatch it without paying a penny? What is all this? Either deaf or mute. How can the Sword Sect, such a large Sect, produce nothing but trash?"