All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 54 Red Pavilion_1

The snow drifted down upon No-Sword Peak, shrouded in a thin veil of mist.

Two or three fire-scorched yet defiant barren trees stood on the snow, swaying in the wind.

All of this should have been extremely chilly and desolate.

But that dense crowd shattered the elegance of this ink-painted snowy scene!

Upon hearing Su Bei’s words, Wenren Pingxin looked at him with a peculiar expression.

Then he curled his lips in disdain, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

What the hell?

Acting!

No women in his heart?

If there were no women in his heart, where were his eyeballs looking just now?

He wasn’t blind, after all!

The Sword Sect Disciples, upon hearing Su Bei’s words, felt as if they had been enlightened in an instant!

Su Bei’s indifferent words echoed over No-Sword Peak like the profound sound of the Great Dao, illuminating their hearts and minds!

Some disciples even gasped sharply!

"HISS!"

"HISS!"

"HISS, HISS, HISS!"

The disciple in the blue shirt, Da Dao, instantly looked at Su Bei with a changed gaze, a fiery understanding dawning in his eyes.

Clutching the hilt of his sword tightly, the masculine vigor in his chest surged, unvented!

Turning to look at the Sword Sect Female Disciples beside him, an irritable urge rose within him. A bizarre impulse to perform a ’Crow Takes Flight’ maneuver on them kept surfacing in his mind!

He raised his fist fiercely and roared, "One slash and you’ll lose all sense of direction!"

"They used to call me a beastly brat, but now, the brat has grown up!"

"..."

The tall and short male Sword Sect Disciples standing next to Da Dao paused upon hearing Su Bei’s remarks.

Then, as if they had made a firm decision, an unbidden blush crept onto their faces.

They coughed quietly and turned their heads away from each other.

But their hands reached out stealthily towards one another and clasped tightly together.

Wenren Pingxin frowned as he watched all of this unfold.

The air was already filled with the rising and falling voices of Sword Sect Disciples:

"Ha! Stop pestering me! Let’s break up!"

"There are no women in my heart!"

"Fifth Elder said that to comprehend the state of ’No Self,’ one must rid their heart of the burden of women. Wang Xiaoya, let’s part on good terms!"

"Brother Gou Sheng, I’ve always been interested in you. Fifth Elder said we can’t harbor women in our hearts, and you’re a man... so we could..."

"..."

Seeing everything devolve into such bizarre and odd directions, Wenren Pingxin inwardly sensed trouble.

He glared fiercely at Su Bei, then cleared his throat coldly. Looking at the chaotic scene below, he commanded in a frigid tone, "Silence, all of you!"

"Do you have nothing better to do?"

"Get back to what you’re supposed to be doing! Disperse!"

"..."

「Dongfeng Ancient Country, Mo City.」

The snowy Mo City was profoundly serene.

Jade-white city walls stretched across the city from east to west, north to south, occasionally visible through the snow.

The pines within the city, laden with glittering rime frost, adorned the landscape.

As one of the four major cities of Dongfeng Ancient Country, Mo City was undoubtedly its most bustling hub of human activity.

People came and went, and the streets were filled with a steady stream of carts and horses. Due to the city-wide no-fly restriction, enigmatic Cultivators could be seen striding majestically through the streets, hands clasped behind their backs.

There were also scholars from South Wind Ancient Country, leaning against railings, the slanting snow and wind caressing their faces. Gazing upon the ancient city, with its untold centuries of heritage, they could not help but murmur, "Behold Mo City amid falling snow; the biting wind on collar and sleeve reveals its chill!"

Yet, Mo City’s greatest fame did not lie in these things.

The people of the Twenty-One Provinces might not necessarily know of Mo City.

But anyone who had heard of Mo City would definitely know this:

There is a pavilion in Mo City, exquisitely luxurious!

The Red Pavilion.

Half of it rested on the ground, the other half seemingly built out of thin air, suspended above the brocade-like city!

It covered half a mile of Yanzhi Lane in Mo City.

Regarding the opulence of the Red Pavilion, when Elder Su of the Sword Sect was journeying the world, he passed by this place. Little Su Bei stayed inside for several days.

Afterward, struck by a wave of poetic inspiration, he drank wine and composed a poem for the Red Pavilion:

"Agarwood broad, treasure-woven canopy, embroidered pearls and silver, rainbow skirts like flowers!"

And now, at this very moment, an old man dressed in tattered rags like a beggar stood at the entrance of the Red Pavilion, blinking as he watched the courtesans coming and going.

Gazing at their long, slender legs, he practically drooled with desire.

Seeing a young lady walk out of the Red Pavilion, he grinned, revealing a row of large, yellow teeth, and sidled up to her, "Miss! HEH HEH, this old man receives welfare, and I even own some land!"

"Just come with me today, and I’ll reward you with one hundred thousand upfront!"

"..."

The courtesan frowned, a hint of disdain appearing between her brows. She spat fiercely at the beggar and then turned away, saying, "A stinking beggar like you, thinking you can woo me?"

"Why don’t you take a look in the mirror at yourself?"

"An old wreck who can’t even last ten breaths in bed..."

"..."

The beggar wasn’t angry at all. He just chuckled, HEH HEH, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

He just stood there, foolishly watching the woman’s voluptuous backside.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened. He looked up thoughtfully at the distant sky.

After a long while, he lowered his head and muttered angrily under his breath, "This is utterly preposterous."

"Those profligate fools! I buried my sword in our ancestral grave, yet they still managed to dig it out?"

"Grave-digging, are they? Truly, their filial piety knows no bounds."

"No need to think twice. It must be that little brat Su Bei. I must have been truly blind back then to take on such a disciple."

"..."

The old beggar heaved a sigh.

With a hint of reluctance, he cast one last look at the Red Pavilion and murmured, "Those rascals from the Sword Sect are really getting more and more out of hand."

"Visiting a brothel, and in groups, no less."

"They didn’t bring enough money and got themselves detained by the establishment!?"

"Where am I, an old man, supposed to hide my face now..."

"Serves them right! Let them rot in that brothel for all I care. This old man certainly doesn’t have the money to bail them out."

"..."

Then, in the next instant, he vanished into thin air.

「No-Sword Peak, Thatched Cottage.」

Su Bei looked at the somewhat silent Xiao Ruoching with some confusion.

On her delicate face, faint tear stains were barely visible, and her eyes were red, as if someone had bullied her.

What’s going on?

Just after all the Sword Sect disciples and elders left No-Sword Peak, he had found Xiao Ruoching under a large tree, secretly nursing her sorrow.

There she was, leaning against it, her hair slightly disheveled, a few strands clinging to her pretty face. Beneath her long eyelashes, those slightly vacant eyes... they gave him the feeling that...

Su Bei sighed gently, then reached out, wanting to rub his wastrel disciple’s head.

Xiao Ruoching turned her head to the side, subtly dodging Su Bei’s large hand.

Su Bei frowned, scrutinizing her closely. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

When did I offend this little tyrant?

What is this?

Is she holding a grudge against me?

Ha!

It’s only been a few days since she became my disciple, and she’s already throwing these little tantrums every day?

If this continues, when I’m old, wouldn’t she dig up my bones and scatter my ashes?

I must assert my authority as her master!

Thinking this, Su Bei snorted coldly and raised his hand, intending to touch her cheek.

But instead, he gently cradled Xiao Ruoching’s small face. Under her somewhat complex gaze, his thumb tenderly wiped away the tear tracks on her face as he asked softly, "What’s wrong, my wastrel disciple? Who bullied you?"

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