All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Su Bei rose to his feet, looking at the multitude of Sacred Land Disciples. He tried his best to appear calm and composed. After all, hadn't that older, single woman treated him fairly well? He didn't want to make things difficult for her.

"I have no intention of harming anyone," Su Bei said, "but this scar-faced man was extorting Spirit Stones from a Sword Sect Disciple. If I hadn't acted..."

The man from the Sacred Land sneered coldly at Su Bei. In all his years within the Sacred Land, he had never felt so disregarded. He stood tall, his gaze dark and gloomy as it fixed on Su Bei. "Within Wu City, harming others is not permitted," he stated. "Not only did you attack another person, but you also repeatedly disregarded our Sacred Land's law enforcement. Now you still seek to argue your case? What place does the Sacred Land hold in your heart?"

Seeing that a dispute seemed to be arising between the disciples from the Sacred Land and this Su, the scar-faced man took a breath. A hint of mockery and triumph rose on his face as he looked at Su Bei, fanning the flames, "Exactly! Openly harming another and disregarding Sacred Land's law enforcement! This is a blatant provocation of the Sacred Land! Are you looking to oppose the Sacred Land?"

Yet in his heart, not a hint of guilt could be found, only the thought that his luck had been poor. But fortunately, the Sacred Land Disciples were protecting him. Once this incident was over, he would quickly flee. The world was vast; could this Su Bei really go out of his way to capture him? Those two thousand Spirit Stones were still on him, and the scabbard was at most worth two hundred Spirit Stones. He had made a fortune.

Su Bei glanced indifferently at the scar-faced man, stood up, and gently patted the Sword Maiden's head, saying softly, "Wait for me, alright? Don't look, don't listen. We will return to our residence shortly."

The Sword Maiden nodded, a flush of red blooming on her cheeks as she lowered her eyelashes, avoiding his gaze.

The group of Sacred Land Disciples, upon seeing Su Bei approaching them, felt an inexplicable tremor in their hearts and their eyelids involuntarily twitched. They then realized he wasn't coming towards them but was heading straight for the scar-faced man.

His quiet words echoed in the ears of the Sacred Land Disciples, "What should be the punishment for one who injures the law-enforcement authorities of the Sacred Land within Wu City and attempts to damage the belongings of the Saintess?"

Hearing Su Bei's words, the leading Sacred Land Disciple looked confused. He narrowed his eyes. The Spiritual Energy around him began to swirl as he cautiously gestured to another disciple to summon more people from the Sacred Land. He then said coldly, "Of course, the punishment is death!"

Su Bei nodded expressionlessly and began stepping forward, moving toward the scar-faced man, whose eyes were wide with shock.

The scar-faced man swallowed hard, looking at the Sacred Land Disciple beside him, and said, trembling, "What... what are you trying to do? This is Wu City! This... this is an open provocation of the Sacred Land!"

Then Su Bei took the scar-faced man's hand, which he had crushed until it was deformed, and placed it against his own chest. Next, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Su Bei's mouth.

The scar-faced man looked at Su Bei with a puzzled expression, not understanding the purpose of his actions.

However, in the next moment, Su Bei's large hand suddenly grabbed his head.

The scar-faced man, his face stricken with terror, watched as streams of Green Lotus Aura rapidly bloomed around Su Bei. He struggled fiercely, trying to break free from the powerful grip, shouting loudly, "Su Bei, what are you doing? Do you dare?"

The Sacred Land man's pupils constricted instantly. The Spiritual Energy around him surged, a trace of shock in his eyes as he shouted, "What are you doing? You still dare to injure someone within Wu City? You are seeking your own death! Stop at once!!"

The onlookers, witnessing Su Bei's audacity in blatantly challenging a disciple of the Sacred Land, unsurprisingly felt a sense of schadenfreude, internally mocking Su Bei's recklessness. Did he think the Sword Sect was still the same as it had been? Such actions were akin to openly standing against the Sacred Land. What was the Sword Sect trying to achieve?

And then, amidst the many thoughts swirling among the crowd, the green lotus flowers around Su Bei bloomed in an instant!

A loud bang was heard!

BOOM—

The scar-faced man's head slammed hard onto the bluestone slabs of the pavement, a dull thud echoing. He then sprawled facedown on the ground. The enormous and terrifying force caused the entire stone slab to crack, sending fissures spreading for dozens of meters in every direction!

PFFT!

His body hitting the stone, the scar-faced man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. The crimson blood stained Su Bei's white garment.

His eyes were filled with intense horror, still not having recovered from Su Bei's previous blow. But in the next moment, a clear sword cry resonated between heaven and earth!

CLANG—

Drawing the sword, in a flash!

A moment of splendid brilliance!

A dazzling beam of cyan-purple Sword Qi instantly erupted, suffusing the entire sky. In that moment, lotus blossoms unfurled, filling the heavens and earth!

The Qingping Sword was unsheathed—Sword Two, As If Meeting for the First Time!

Absolute silence prevailed.

Only a trail of cyan-purple Spiritual Energy could be seen spreading across the sky, reaching for the heavens!

Everyone watched the scene before them in disbelief. The metallic scent of blood filled the air.

DRIP.

A single droplet of blood slowly slid down from the tip of the Qingping Sword, its sound clearly audible in the silent street.

The chilling sword blade, wreathed in cyan-purple lotuses, reflected Su Bei's stern profile. A stream of blood trickled slowly along the blade, finally dripping from the tip to the ground.