All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

"No wonder the Sword Sect is getting worse and worse, treating trash like treasures!"

As more and more people gathered, the scar-faced man grinned and shouted to the surrounding cultivators, "These Sword Sect brats, they steal things without paying! I'm just educating them!"

In his mind, disabled disciples were nothing more than slaves to the Great Sects. If they had been regular Sword Sect Disciples, he wouldn't have acted this way! In the Cultivation World where the strong prey on the weak, who would care about the desperate cries of the powerless? Who would bother with such matters? Even if some Sects did care about their menial disciples, he would be long gone by then. Would they really waste time and energy capturing him over a few insignificant menial disciples?

The Sword Maiden hurriedly stood up and waved to the crowd, pointing to her empty purse. Sadly, she couldn't speak, her face filled with urgency. Her wide eyes, delicate nose, small cherry lips, and the slightly curled long hair at her back made her look like an exquisite doll.

Beside her, a Sword Sect Female Disciple with a damaged Dantian also stood up and anxiously explained to the onlookers, "We had already agreed that this sword scabbard would cost only 2,000 spirit stones. We gave the spirit stones to him, and then he went back on his word! We clearly already gave him the spirit stones! He's reneging on the deal!"

The cultivators who were watching exchanged glances. They already suspected these young women were telling the truth.

Sadly, this was how the world had always been. The gaze of discrimination was inevitable. Even within Great Sects like the Sword Sect, disciples faced discriminatory looks, let alone in such a den of scoundrels.

What a pity for that mute girl, born with such a beautiful face.

The scar-faced man looked at the scene with a triumphant expression. The 2,000 spirit stones were tucked in his storage ring. If she could easily take out 2,000 spirit stones, then she definitely had more on her! Not just this amount!

"I'm reneging on the deal?" he sneered. "A bunch of cripples, and your hearts are twisted too! Today, I'll act in your Sword Sect's place and teach you what virtue means!"

The surrounding cultivators sighed softly. This kind of thing was all too common. Those poor Sword Sect Disciples...

The Sword Maiden looked desolately at the scene unfolding before her, her lips pursed. Her small hands clutched the stone pendant around her neck tightly as she felt the indifference of the surrounding crowd.

It was only after leaving the Sword Sect that she had truly felt such coldness! That bone-chilling indifference, those lofty and emotionless gazes. This bustling Wu City, with all its laughter and merriment, did not belong to them.

The scar-faced man took a step forward. A flash of greed crossed his eyes as he swung his large hand toward the purse Sword Maiden was clutching.

The Sword Sect Female Disciple quickly moved to shield Sword Maiden, bracing herself to block the slap. She bit her lip so hard it began to turn purple, her eyes squeezed shut as a tear silently welled at the corner of one eye.

Yes, she had already accepted this reality. But why, oh why, had Elder Su appeared before them? Why grant a sliver of light to a deep valley that had long since lost sight of the sun?

A strong gust of wind suddenly swept past her ear, but the anticipated pain never came. It was as if a shadow had blotted out the sun. From her angle, she could see a dark figure interposing itself before them, a hand extended to block the impending blow.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene.

He wore a white robe embroidered with begonias and cloud-patterned shoes. His long, loose hair was tied gently behind him with a white silk ribbon. His refined, handsome face was expressionless. The Qingping Sword rested obliquely at his waist, his hand on its hilt. He had the air of a graceful gentleman from a troubled world.

Su Bei coldly regarded the scar-faced man, his eyes slightly narrowed. "What did you just say?" he asked, his voice low and chilling.

As Su Bei's words registered, someone in the crowd immediately recognized him as the man who had deciphered the strange stone the previous night, exclaiming in shock, "Is... is that Elder Su from the Sword Sect?!"

"It really is Elder Su!"

"Elder Su!"

The crowd immediately erupted into discussion. Even cultivators who had previously disdained watching the commotion were drawn over by the shouts, forming a dense ring around them that blocked all passage.

The scar-faced man tried to withdraw his hand, but it felt as if it were pinned by a mountain, completely immovable.

Taking a closer look at Su Bei's garments, he suddenly paled. What rotten luck! To actually run into someone from the Sword Sect!

He didn't recognize this 'Elder Su' the crowd was shouting about, nor had he expected the man to be an elder. Still, he wasn't too frightened. This was Wu City; what could this man possibly do to him here? Besides, they were just a few lowly menial disciples. If worst came to worst, he could just return the 2,000 spirit stones, right?

Thinking this, the scar-faced man quickly managed a forced smile and said, "Esteemed Elder, let's talk this out. How about you release my hand first?"

Su Bei, however, seemed not to have heard him at all. His eyes remained narrowed, and his voice was like ice as he repeated, "What did you just say?"

The scar-faced man sensed that something was seriously wrong, but he couldn't understand why this elder was so furious. Was it because punishing these Sword Sect Disciples had made the elder lose face?