All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me
Chapter 23 Isn’t Your Mountain Peak on the North Side?_1

Chapter 23: Chapter 23 Isn’t Your Mountain Peak on the North Side?_1

The midday sun was intense.

Su Bei rose from the rocking chair, hands clasped behind his back, and walked over to Xiao Ruoching. Looking into her cool eyes, he said,

"By relying on your sensations, absorbing a cluster of Spiritual Energy, and successfully circulating it through every meridian in your body, you can begin practicing the Cultivation Technique."

He paused, then asked, "Are you ready?"

Xiao Ruoching nodded.

Although she had experience from her past life in achieving the Qi Condensation Sensation, having Su Bei personally guide her Qi through her body this one time would still be greatly beneficial.

Xiao Ruoching sat cross-legged on the ground, her black hair fluttering in the wind, as she casually took out a ribbon to tie it up.

Without makeup, her delicate face seemed exceptionally clean. Under the winter sun’s warm glow, she already possessed the nascent aura of an Immortal!

Su Bei approached Xiao Ruoching and sat down cross-legged behind her, then placed his hand against her slightly warm back.

He could feel Xiao Ruoching’s heartbeat quickening, but on the outside, she remained impassive.

Su Bei chuckled inwardly. So my disciple isn’t really the cold, aloof type who transcends worldly affairs after all, he thought. Seeing such a handsome master, her heart clearly wasn’t calm.

One hand gently pressed against the center of Xiao Ruoching’s back, while the other hand reached up to the sky with a casual gesture.

In an instant, countless streams of nature’s spiritual energy surged wildly toward the No-Sword Peak Grass Hall.

Then, under Su Bei’s control, the Qi flowed through a hundred pathways within her!

Xiao Ruoching let out a muffled groan as a tingling, numbing sensation spread continuously within her.

She could feel a ball of Qi moving up and down within her body.

As warmth from Su Bei’s palm continued to flow into her, fine beads of sweat gradually covered her forehead...

...

Dan Wuque came down from No-Sword Peak, her face filled with joy. Her cheeks were flushed. The memory of Su Bei gently tapping her head kept replaying in her mind.

She chuckled happily to herself. We’re good buddies! Fifth Brother and I are the best buddies in the whole world!

Thinking this, she subconsciously tightened the Crane Cloak Su Bei had draped over her.

As Dan Wuque stepped forward with a light gait, she suddenly spotted a familiar white-haired figure in a purple robe not far away.

The figure was looking around at the foot of No-Sword Peak.

It’s my sister! Dan Wuque realized.

Dan Wuque blinked, puzzled.

Wasn’t Dan Wulan supposed to be in the Sword Concealing Pavilion? Why is she at the foot of Fifth Brother’s No-Sword Peak? And why is she acting so furtively, as if searching for something?

Without giving it much more thought, she ran towards the purple figure in the distance, shouting as she went, "Sister!"

...

A clear voice called out from a distance, followed by the sound of rushing wind approaching from behind her.

Dan Wulan shivered involuntarily, then coughed lightly. She slowly turned around, her face expressionless as she calmly looked at Dan Wuque.

Her three thousand strands of white hair gently fluttered, once again emanating a pure and unsullied air.

Her beautiful eyes were clear as water, her lightly pursed pink lips glistened, and her every move was cool and elegant, like a freshly blooming lotus.

Then she said indifferently, "Oh? Sister."

But when she saw what Dan Wuque was wearing, her eyes involuntarily narrowed.

Her mind went blank. Her heart grew anxious, and she couldn’t stop her thoughts from running wild.

That robe on my sister... isn’t that... isn’t that Su Bei’s Crane Cloak? How did it end up on her? This?! What happened between them? And... Dan Wuque just came down from No-Sword Peak! A wave of grievance washed over her. I don’t even have a robe from Fifth Brother, so why should she get one?

Dan Wuque didn’t notice the complex emotions on Dan Wulan’s face. Or perhaps, even if she had, she wouldn’t have dwelled on them.

With a happy face, she undid the Crane Cloak. It revealed the small suit she wore underneath and the black silk stockings on her legs. Raising her small face, looking proud and triumphant, she said,

"Sister, look! These are the trousers and clothes Fifth Brother gave me! They’re super comfortable to wear, and cool to the touch!"

Dan Wulan’s brows furrowed as she sized up the new clothes Dan Wuque was wearing. Just as I thought!

Hmph, Dan Wuque! You act all innocent, with eyes only for cultivation, but you’re playing these tricks behind my back? Still, what exactly are those trousers of hers? Why do they look... so glossy, so textured? So form-fitting!

Dan Wulan took a deep breath and asked gloomily, "Did Fifth Brother give you all those clothes?"

Dan Wuque nodded and said happily, "That’s right! They’re all from Fifth Brother!"

Why would Fifth Brother give her clothes for no reason?

Dan Wulan, her face as cold as frost, nodded. Pretending to be nonchalant, she casually asked, "Hmm, has Fifth Brother worn any of these clothes before?"

Her voice was like a bubbling spring, yet devoid of any emotion.

But her ears had already pricked up, alert to any clue in whatever Dan Wuque might say.

Dan Wuque tilted her head, blinking, and looked at her twin sister.

Why is my aloof sister asking about this?

But after thinking for a moment, she replied, "Not exactly! Only this Crane Cloak has been worn by Fifth Brother; the rest of the clothes are new!"

...

Dan Wulan’s ears twitched, and when she heard Dan Wuque’s voice, her eyes suddenly sparkled like stars.

If the sun were the moon right now, her eyes would probably be glowing faintly green, just like the northern wolf clans’.

Then she swiftly turned around, frowning. To Dan Wuque’s utter disbelief, she yanked the Crane Cloak right off her.

The speed was so great that even Dan Wuque, who was in the Refining Void Realm, didn’t react in time.

Then, taking out a black cloak from her storage ring, she draped it over Dan Wuque and said coldly, "Don’t wear things others have worn. It’s disgusting. Understand?"

Dan Wuque opened her mouth, watching as her Crane Cloak disappeared in an instant, replaced by the black cloak.

She then looked up at her sister—who stood there with furrowed brows, clad in a purple robe, as proud and aloof as a newly blossomed lotus—and said gently, "Sister, actually, Fifth Elder was just worried I might catch a cold..."

...

Dan Wulan scoffed. "Catch a cold? Someone in the Refining Void Realm can catch a cold?"

Seeing that her dear sister seemed a bit angry, Dan Wuque stuck out her tongue and tugged at Dan Wulan’s sleeve. "Alright, alright," she said. "I won’t wear it then!"

She paused, as if suddenly remembering something, a lock of her hair sticking up again. She asked with some doubt, "Aren’t you studying the Galaxy Sword Scripture of the Sword Sect in the Sword Concealing Pavilion? Why did you come over to No-Sword Peak? I saw you looking for something earlier... Did you lose something?"

Dan Wulan clutched the black-and-white Crane Cloak tightly in her hand. A flush silently crept up her graceful neck, and her delicate, fair arms trembled slightly.

Yet, remaining expressionless, she turned and looked calmly at Dan Wuque, her voice cool as she said, "I haven’t lost anything. I was just passing by on my way back to my peak."

Dan Wuque looked at her sister with suspicion.

Staring at her sister—whose unearthly beauty and cold pride seemed to drain the very color from the heavens and earth—Dan Wuque asked, "Back to your peak? This is the southern side. Isn’t your peak on the farthest northern side?"

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