All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 81: Ninth Junior Sister, Hold Back_1

The onlookers had long forgotten they were merely there to watch the spectacle. None of them dared to even breathe too heavily as they stared silently at the figure standing there. They gazed at the immortal fairy in purple robes and white hair, whose sword seemed to threaten the world.

"Wuhua Palace? What is it?"

The indifferent voice echoed long amidst the blizzard. All the Cloud Sea Sword Aura vanished the instant Dan Wulan sheathed her longsword. Between heaven and earth, no Sword Qi remained, only the Sword Intent that spanned its entirety!

Luo Ritian’s mouth fell slightly open, stunned by the scene before him. He swallowed involuntarily and took an instinctive step back.

The strong wind died down, and the rising clouds halted! Time itself seemed to freeze at that moment. It was as if Dan Wulan’s sword was the only thing that existed in the world. And that sword strike alone caused the colors of heaven and earth to fade, turning everything stark white.

The Disciples of Wuhua Palace, scalps tingling, whispered amongst themselves behind Luo Ritian as they looked at the indifferent woman before them:

"This... This seems to be the Ninth Elder of the Sword Sect!"

"HISS! This is too terrifying."

"I don’t even dare to look directly into her eyes..."

"My eyes! I think I’m blinded!"

Hearing his disciples’ whispers, Luo Ritian’s expression darkened. Realizing he had taken a step back, fury surged within him. What kind of scene hasn’t he witnessed? How could he let this young woman’s presence intimidate him into retreating? He lifted his head and scanned the surrounding crowd of onlookers. Seeing their shocked expressions, a nameless fire once again blazed in his heart. Damnable! Isn’t he here with his disciples to promote Wuhua Palace throughout the cities of the Twenty-One Provinces? Is he going to let this so-called bottom-ranking Sword Sect slap his face? Mid Stage Refining Void, so what? Does she really dare to make a move against me? Even if I can’t beat her, can’t I beat Su Bei, who’s just at the Divinity Transformation stage, sitting over there?

With this thought, Luo Ritian narrowed his eyes and took another step forward. He looked at Su Bei, who sat casually on his chair, and sneered loudly, "Wuhua Palace isn’t anything special? Then what the hell is your Sword Sect?! The Sword Sect is at the bottom of every recruitment drive! What right do you have to question Wuhua Palace?!"

As soon as the words fell, as if to vent the frustration in his heart, Luo Ritian fiercely slapped the table beside him. Refining Void Spiritual Energy instantly coated it. With another raise of his hand, he sent the teacup flying through the air as if to overturn heaven and earth. Wrapped in terrifying Spiritual Energy, it shot straight towards Su Bei, who was still seated!

Seeing this, Dan Wulan furrowed her brows. Grasping her longsword with one hand, she directed a swift strike toward the teacup hurtling at Su Bei. The two terrifying surges of Spiritual Energy instantly exploded, creating ripples that spread tumultuously through the air. Under the force of the impact, the teacup shattered violently! A shard then flew straight toward Su Bei.

WHOOSH!

Su Bei, expressionless, watched everything unfold. In the Selfless Realm, he let the shard shoot past his side, striking the wall behind him. Two locks of hair at his temples floated back, and the sleeves of his robe fluttered noisily.

An absolute silence reigned! All the spectators were shocked beyond measure; only the sound of their ragged breaths filled the air.

Dan Wulan’s brows were tightly knit as she squinted at Luo Ritian, who faced her with a cold sneer. She had been careless! If Su Bei had been hurt just now, she would never forgive herself. But luckily, no real harm was done! Dan Wulan’s chest heaved subtly, a chilly intent rapidly surfacing in her eyes. Raising her hand again, she prepared to swing her longsword at Luo Ritian.

Just then, a calm, indifferent voice suddenly rang out, "Ninth Junior Sister, stand down."

Dan Wulan paused, slightly stunned. Her eyes, filled with confusion, turned to Su Bei, who lifted his teacup and took a light sip. Nevertheless, she unconsciously lowered the longsword in her hand.

Su Bei’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it seemed to possess a magical quality, reverberating through the space.

Luo Ritian squinted at Su Bei, who hadn’t uttered a single word from start to finish. His large hand subconsciously tightened its grip on the horsetail whisk he held. What is he trying to do?

Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li also stared wide-eyed at Su Bei. He sat calmly in his chair, an air of leisure about him, the corners of his mouth curved in a serene arc. A gentle breeze drifted by, lifting the hem of his robe as Su Bei lowered his gaze to the teacup in his hands.

Luo Ritian snorted disdainfully at Su Bei, who he thought was merely putting on airs. Clenching the horsetail whisk in his hand, he eyed the many beautiful women surrounding Su Bei, a hint of jealous fervor burning in his eyes, and said, "Elder Su? So the great Elder Su of the Sword Sect is just a coward who willingly hides behind women? If I were a member of the Sword Sect, I’d be ashamed to associate with you!"

Dan Wulan’s expression turned icy. Her hand tightened on her longsword, and she barely resisted the urge to lash out with a burst of Sword Qi!

A hint of amusement touched Su Bei’s lips. He gently set his teacup on the table and, with a light wave of his hand, signaled Dan Wulan to stop. His expression was perfectly calm, but inwardly, his heart was blooming with joy. His excitement was no less intense than a hundred thousand tons of explosives detonating at once! I was just waiting for you to say that! Otherwise, how can I show off? Your insults aren’t harsh enough! Go on, ridicule me more! How else can this be satisfying? From my observations, Luo Ritian is clearly no match for Ninth Junior Sister! Although I don’t know why Ninth Junior Sister is so obedient to me... it’s probably because of the crowd. She’s listening to me to maintain the Sword Sect’s harmonious image. But since Dan Wulan is here, it means I don’t even need to make a move... Isn’t this the perfect time for me to show off?

Su Bei raised his head to look at Luo Ritian. He toyed with the hilt of the Qingping Sword slung at his waist, enduring the strain of the Selfless Realm, and said leisurely, "You ask what the Sword Sect counts for?"

Luo Ritian’s eyes glinted dangerously as he stared at Su Bei, unsure of the meaning behind his words. Only after Su Bei spoke did the onlookers remember the presence of Elder Su from the Sword Sect.

Just then, an exclamation came from the crowd, "Look at Elder Su’s table!"

"Good heavens! How did he do that?!"

All eyes turned in that direction. Instantly, they all gasped, looking incredulously at the scene. The entire tavern was already a wreck, yet only Elder Su’s table and seat remained untouched. Even the teapot on it was still steaming warmly!

While everyone was still immersed in shock, unable to pull themselves away, Su Bei’s calm voice once more echoed through the area, "Now, let me tell you— Those whom Wuhua Palace won’t recruit, my Sword Sect will."

As he spoke, Su Bei gently rose and stepped away from the table. The very next moment he moved, the entire table instantly disintegrated into dust, which floated into the air and mingled with the falling snow...