All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 769 - 401: Who Really Harbors Wild Ambitions in This World?_1

The moment the middle-aged man finished speaking, the crowd immediately erupted into discussion:

"Is that Supreme Elder Ling Xu? The one in front of him must be Mo Fan then."

"As expected, Wuhua Palace is here too. They must be representing Ji Pingsheng, the King of An Nan, right?"

"I think I also spotted Wu Ya'zi from the Tianji Sect."

"Abbot Wu Ji is there as well! They've all shown up..."

A disciple from the Blade Sect crossed his arms, smacked his lips, and said leisurely, "The Sword Sect and Wuhua Palace? Heavenly Cultivators and Human Cultivators? Looks like we're in for a good show..."

Mo Fan?

When Su Bei heard this familiar name again, he paused for a moment. Recognizing the man who had suddenly appeared, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Su Bei turned around, observing Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li's reactions with interest. In his memory, this 'Son of Fortune,' who should have long since received his death script, still had a part to play. And it seemed... his role was not insignificant.

Su Bei didn't bother to conceal his amusement. Mo Fan frowned and followed the sound, seeing a white-haired man snickering there. A wave of anger washed over Mo Fan.

Ever since becoming the Saint Heir of the South Emperor, no one had ever dared to treat him with such disrespect.

But for some reason, this white-haired man looks somewhat familiar. He seems to be that person… But then I remember how thoroughly that man died outside South Capital City. He immediately shook his head, dismissing the thought. It's more likely these two women just found some pretty boy who bears a strong resemblance to him somewhere.

Deciding to ignore him, Mo Fan turned to Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li, clenching his teeth and speaking in an acrid tone, "TSK TSK TSK. Well, well, well, if it isn't our two Senior Sisters..."

"Indeed, only you two Senior Sisters would dare to draw swords in the sacred grounds of Jinzu Court, a holy site of the Buddha Gate."

"Sigh. So many years have passed, yet you're both still as repulsive as ever."

"Snapping at the first sight, just like beasts..."

Mo Fan harbored a deep resentment for the Sword Sect, especially Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li. Back in South City, if they hadn't deliberately sown discord between him and his fellow Sword Sect disciples, he wouldn't have been driven out of the Sword Sect!

At this thought, Mo Fan licked his dry lips, clenched his fists, and continued, "And you even brought a pretty boy in here? Do you really think Jinzu Court is some common tavern? A place just anyone can enter?"

"..."

However, contrary to Mo Fan's expectations, the two women didn't fly into a rage. They merely shot him an indifferent glance before looking past him, their gazes fixing on Ling Xu, who stood behind Mo Fan.

Mo Fan's eyes widened, fury blazing within them.

Always like this! Back when I was in the Sword Sect, they always looked at me this way—utterly indifferent, their eyes filled with mockery and disdain. As long as these two women live, my Heart Demon will never be purged!

"Insolence! I'm talking to you!"

Mo Fan took a deep breath, stepped forward, and roared.

Mo Li, finally seeming to notice the man's furious shouts, rested her hands on her sword hilt. She glanced at him and feigned sudden realization, "Oh, if it isn't the renowned Mo Fan, Head of Wuhua Palace." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Long time no see."

The moment Mo Li spoke, everyone in Jinzu Court turned to stare at Mo Fan in shock.

Even Xiao Ruoching and Su Bei, who was watching the spectacle with interest, were visibly stunned, not understanding why Mo Li had suddenly said such a thing.

Even Abbot Wu Ji of Jinzu Court raised his white eyebrows in surprise, casting a few scrutinizing glances at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan nearly choked. He then acutely felt Ling Xu's hostile gaze from behind him. Coughing loudly, he stepped forward and said coldly, "Head of Wuhua Palace? What nonsense are you spouting?"

"You're blatantly trying to sow discord between the South Country and Wuhua Palace..."

Ling Xu let out a heavy SNORT, forcefully cutting Mo Fan off. He said with displeasure, "Miss Mo, please watch your words. Mo Fan is merely a Saint Heir of the South Emperor and on friendly terms with Wuhua Palace. From where does this 'Head of Wuhua Palace' title come?"

Mo Li toyed with her sword hilt, seemingly unfazed by Ling Xu's words.

She then strolled leisurely to Xiao Ruoching's side. Meeting Xiao Ruoching's puzzled gaze, Mo Li patted her cheek.

Xiao Ruoching instantly flushed with anger, slapping Mo Li's hand away. Her brows knitted as she said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Mo Li was roughly the same height as Xiao Ruoching. However, as she was currently flying at a slightly different altitude, she appeared a bit taller from their perspective. She leaned close to Xiao Ruoching's shoulder and whispered, "Silly woman, don't spend all your days consumed by petty jealousies."

"Watch closely, and learn."

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Mo Li turned, her back to Xiao Ruoching. Her gaze swept over the crowd of assembled cultivators. After a brief pause, a faint smile touched her lips as she said, "This 'Saint Heir Mo Fan' is a title for disciples of the South Emperor. However, now that he resides in Wuhua Palace, while he may not officially be the Head of Wuhua Palace, he certainly wields the power of one..."

Before Mo Li could finish speaking, Ling Xu let out a heavy HUMPH, forcefully cutting her off.

This sound, almost palpable, sent ripples of Spiritual Energy washing through the courtyard, scattering the falling snowflakes into a flurry.

Instantly, Ling Xu's Spiritual Energy focused on Mo Li. The terrifying pressure forced her back several steps.