All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 83: Sister, Don’t You Feel Anything? (Please continue reading!!)_1

A sword soared through the sky, the Qingping Sword’s momentum crushing from above.

Under the terrifying pressure of this revered Treasure of Sword Sect, even someone in the Refining Void Realm had to bow their head and bend their waist!

Su Bei stood leisurely in the void, his azure crown and white robe flapping in the wind and snow.

His eyes narrowed, gazing into Luo Ritian’s eyes with a depth no one could comprehend.

Luo Ritian swallowed hard, his mind blank as he stared fixedly at the Longsword in Su Bei’s hands and at Su Bei’s serene eyes.

His body trembled slightly, and he involuntarily took another step back.

The Disciples of Wuhua Palace behind him were shocked beyond measure. They gazed at Su Bei, who appeared like an Immortal in the firmament, taking a long time to regain their senses.

"You’re stepping on my foot..."

"Spineless wretch! Stop retreating!"

"Your pants are wet. Wipe them before you speak."

"I take back what I said before. Truth be told, Elder Su is truly... impressive."

"Indeed! I saw it too! It’s so big!"

"..."

Luo Ritian took a deep breath to calm himself. He looked at the bunch of disappointments behind him, then turned back to Su Bei, who gazed down at everything from the void, cursing inwardly.

The Qingping Sword, lost for who knows how many hundreds of years?

Could the tales of the Sword Sect’s ancestral graves burning to reveal the Qingping Sword actually be true?

Luo Ritian’s hands clenched tightly below his waist, his face twitching uncontrollably.

Such humiliation! This time, Wuhua Palace has utterly lost face! And this Su Bei. If he’s really at the Mid Stage Divinity Transformation, I’ll stand on my head and eat shit! At the very least, he must be at the Late Stage Refining Void or even the peak! Who plays around like this? Is it fun? Is pretending to be weak every day amusing? Playing the pig to eat the tiger? What a despicable hobby. But I have to admit, it’s damn effective. Although I don’t know much about the Qingping Sword, the Treasure of Sword Sect, it’s definitely, absolutely not something Su Bei, at his apparent Divinity Transformation Realm, should be qualified to use! Even just drawing the Qingping Sword would require at least Peak Refining Void or Dao Integration, right? This bastard really put on a show...

Luo Ritian shook his head vehemently, his brow furrowed. His eyes, full of deep wariness as he glanced at Su Bei, then darted to a teacup, which he snatched up and slammed to the ground!

"I can’t believe... I lost so thoroughly—DAMN IT!"

He then glanced at the still shoving Disciples of Wuhua Palace, an inexplicable annoyance rising in his heart. He lifted his foot and kicked out.

"Isn’t it shameful enough for you to be here?"

"Get lost, now!"

Well, now. At least in Mo City, Wuhua Palace’s reputation is probably ruined...

Luo Ritian panted, looking around at the cheering crowd. He tried to console himself, muttering, "Fortunately, only the people of Mo City know about this. The news won’t spread to other places too quickly... At least, it definitely won’t spread widely before the Sect’s recruitment assembly! Otherwise, I really wouldn’t be able to show my face in public. I need to hurry to South Wind Ancient Country now!"

"..."

「● ● ●」

Dan Wulan’s misty eyes gazed at Su Bei in the firmament. Her originally fair and delicate face was now slightly flushed, fine beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. Her petite lips parted and closed as her breathing alternated between rapid and slow.

Senior Brother is standing up for me! Is he unwilling to see me wronged? Indeed, in Senior Brother’s heart, I am more important than anyone else! Could I be Senior Brother’s forbidden fruit?

Dan Wulan’s thoughts ran wild as she fixed her gaze deeply on Su Bei in the firmament.

Hidden under her purple blouse and plain silk skirt, her slender, jade-like legs were tightly crossed, involuntarily straightening and gently rubbing against each other. Inside her sword-patterned high heels, her jade-like feet arched slightly, her pearly and rounded toes constantly flexing. The delicate, jade-like hands clutching her Longsword trembled lightly, as if electrocuted.

Regarding Su Bei, at first, she simply wanted to possess him exclusively. She would react whenever she saw her Senior Brother, but Dan Wulan never truly understood if this feeling was what people called ’love.’ She was also unsure of how her Senior Brother viewed her. However, she felt a sense of relief after hearing Su Bei’s words that night at the Red Pavilion: "Only feelings that are reciprocated can be considered true emotions!" Yes, in her Senior Brother’s heart, she was the junior sister he was proud of. Neither of them had ever spoken of it; they had rarely even communicated... But wasn’t this another kind of tacit understanding?

Dan Wulan touched her warm ears, gazed at Su Bei, and suddenly let out a chuckle. She sheathed her Longsword, cradled her flushed cheeks, and said softly, "Senior Brother, just how much do you like me..."

「● ● ●」

Mo Xiaoqiang’s eyes were as wide as eggs, his mouth agape as if he could swallow a steamed bun whole.

He stared in utter shock at Su Bei, then at the group of disheartened Disciples of Wuhua Palace slinking away, and finally at Mo Li beside him, who was licking a small sword...

Taking a deep breath, he sat up straight, gazing intently and curiously at his sister.

Mo Li’s beautiful eyes narrowed. She turned her head, looking uncomprehendingly at Mo Xiaoqiang, who was sitting bolt upright. She then removed the small sword from her lips and asked with a furrowed brow, "What are you looking at?"

Mo Xiaoqiang blinked. He glanced up at Elder Su, who was slowly descending from the sky, then looked at Mo Li’s ears, which seemed to be growing increasingly red. He said innocently, "Sister, don’t you feel anything?"

"Feel anything?" Mo Li frowned, her eyes full of confusion, and said aloud, "Mo Xiaoqiang, why are you speaking in riddles? What feeling? What are you talking about?"

"..."

A sly smile touched Mo Xiaoqiang’s lips. He shook his head at Mo Li, then stood up and ran towards Su Bei.

Su Bei sheathed the Qingping Sword at his waist and looked at the densely packed crowd surrounding him, their faces filled with shock and admiration. He nodded in satisfaction. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Fantastic! Indeed, putting on a show frequently is beneficial for one’s physical and mental well-being, and for the all-around development of virtue and talent. This indescribable feeling is simply too profound; anyone who has experienced it can’t resist it! I’d give the performance I just put on a nine out of ten! Still one point short of a perfect score. After all, if I could have thrust the Qingping Sword violently towards the heavens, the effect would have been more than twice as strong! But I’m well aware of my own capabilities. Just drawing it was my limit. To make a thrust, I’d probably need to be at least at Peak Refining Void. Alas!

The path is long and arduous. Right now, Xiao Ruoching’s Foundation Establishment provides too little feedback. When she reaches Golden Core, my cultivation will surely skyrocket... And then there’s Mo Li!

At the thought of Mo Li, Su Bei’s eyes lit up.

This trip to Mo City was a quadruple win! I found the missing Disciple, got the money for recruitment, put on a great show, and even discovered a promising student with Red Talent!

With this thought, Su Bei patted the head of Mo Xiaoqiang, who was running towards him, and then looked towards Mo Li.

However, in the next moment, his heart skipped a beat!

Strange! Mo Li has always been a bit odd... but why is she acting so strangely now? Her usually cool and aloof face is flushed, her eyes are glistening like water as she gazes at me, and I can see her chest heaving rapidly and erratically...