All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me
Chapter 24 Which One Should I Choose?_1

Chapter 24: Chapter 24 Which One Should I Choose?_1

Dan Wulan’s cold eyes were like the deepest starry sky, carrying the chill of a frosty night and shining with brilliant starlight.

She looked indifferently at the sister who looked exactly like her and said softly, "What about the south side or the north side? Can’t I come here?"

Dan Wuque blinked, the upturned tuft of hair on her head twirling as she pondered for a moment.

That’s right! The Sword Sect is so vast; it isn’t strange for her sister to appear anywhere.

"Of course you can come!" she chirped. "Sister, you really don’t need to be so hostile towards the Fifth Elder. He’s a good person. He taught me cultivation and guided me on my spiritual path."

Dan Wuque casually patted Dan Wulan on the shoulder.

She knew her sister had a bit of a cleanliness fixation, but the Fifth Elder was so good to her, and they were such staunch allies—as close as brothers who’d share anything—that she felt she should put in a good word for him and teach her sister some life and value lessons.

Dan Wulan glanced at Dan Wuque faintly, an inward curl of her lips.

Once again, her sister’s thinking refreshed her own understanding.

Her gaze subtly surveyed the strange clothes beneath Dan Wulan’s black cloak, a tickle of curiosity stirring within her. But on the surface, there was no expression, still that same unwelcoming facade.

"Hmm, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way."

"..."

Dan Wuque nodded and waved her off. "Then I’m off, sister!"

"..."

Dan Wulan watched the shrinking black dot until it completely vanished from her view. Her serene and cool figure was like the Sword Sect’s most beautifully understated scenery.

Countless passing Sword Sect disciples who saw the Ninth Elder’s elusive and hazy figure, like green waves under a drunken moon, all bowed their heads in shame. It seemed as if taking one more glance at the Ninth Elder was an inner violation.

Such a woman belongs in the heavens! How often can one see her in the mortal world?

"The Ninth Elder is so beautiful!"

"Too mundane, unbearable! How can a single word like ’beautiful’ describe the Ninth Elder?"

"She should be described as cold as frost, proud as the snow, looking down upon the world..."

"Ran out of words?"

"Yeah, I can’t think of any..."

"But that garment in the Ninth Elder’s hand looks so familiar."

"..."

Dan Wulan ignored these remarks and walked straight through the crowd of disciples. Amidst the admiration and praise, she drifted away...

「After a while.」

She drifted back...

Dan Wulan looked left and right, making sure no one was paying her any attention, and let out a sigh of relief. She gently patted her ample chest, and then an almost eerie smile that couldn’t be hidden touched the corner of her eyes.

Gazing at the Crane Cloak in her hands, her mouth curved into an extremely wide arc, revealing a few delicate white teeth. Then she buried her head tightly in the Crane Cloak, deeply inhaling the faint scent of a man mixed with the fragrance of two women.

"MMM~"

Dan Wulan closed her eyes, savoring the persistent scent at the tip of her nose, and heaved a melancholic sigh.

"HEHE... HEHE."

Then, she seemed to think of something, and a trail of shiny drool involuntarily dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."

Her entire soul was completely immersed in it.

That feeling of satisfaction was simply indescribable!

Suddenly, Dan Wulan’s dazed eyes, lost in the Crane Cloak, became fiercely sharp. She looked at the garment suspiciously, then wrinkled her nose and sniffed it carefully, checking if her sense of smell had gone astray.

Then she mumbled to herself, "The scent of two women? Two?"

One was her sister; the other was definitely not herself! Not me! Then who was it? Had this Crane Cloak already passed through three hands before reaching her?!

Dan Wulan’s face was expressionless. Her eyes looked indifferently toward No-Sword Peak, her fair and delicate little hand clutching fiercely at the Crane Cloak, now drenched with saliva.

"Who exactly is it? What is her relationship with Su Bei?"

"..."

One could endure one’s own sister! After all, they had clung to each other since childhood. They wore the same style of clothes and even looked identical; she wouldn’t say anything even if they shared a stick. —Though, she guessed that Fifth Elder probably wouldn’t fancy her sister’s looks anyway.— But with others! Absolutely not!

Dan Wulan’s eyes darkened as she looked at the Crane Cloak before her. She couldn’t help but take out a little notebook. A particular passage was written very clearly:

[The Fifth Elder likes to hang clothes out to dry every noon, and occasionally one finds some strange garments at the foot of No-Sword Peak.]

She came to pick up clothes, and the clothes were found. But for some reason, she couldn’t feel happy! Woman! It must be that female disciple named Xiao Ruoching.

A hint of a cold smile touched Dan Wulan’s lips, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.

Little girl, how old are you to think about snatching a man from me? She absolutely couldn’t allow her to stay by Su Bei’s side. Even she couldn’t resist Su Bei’s peerless charm, let alone a youthful girl of sixteen, precisely in the bloom of her youth? Even if there’s no such intention now, there probably will be in the future! She couldn’t let this ’intention’ turn into what she was thinking!

"It seems I need to find an opportunity to meet her..." Dan Wulan spoke softly, "I have never taken a disciple. With my prestige, if I forcefully take her as a disciple, how could she refuse? Unless she has an absolutely inseparable reason to stay with Su Bei! Heh, how could that be possible? She’s just a little girl, after all. When you become my disciple! ..."

A creepy smile that would make even bandits cry emerged on Dan Wulan’s lips.

...

「On No-Sword Peak.」

Su Bei, who had been unremittingly transferring the essence of Spiritual Energy into Xiao Ruoching, felt an unexplained turmoil in his heart.

Then!

"ACHOO!"

"ACHOO!"

Two sneezes erupted at the same time!

Xiao Ruoching furrowed her brows and rubbed her nose. Su Bei also stopped his actions, frowning.

A coincidence?

The two looked at each other inexplicably.

Su Bei stood up, hands behind his back, trying as much as possible to make his brilliance shine brighter. Summoning Spiritual Energy, he was surrounded by a limitless special glow and spoke indifferently, "Disciple, your master has already circulated the Spiritual Energy through your body once. The subsequent Qi Feeling is all up to you. Now, your master needs to tidy up and prepare to discuss some matters with the Sect Master about the Sword Sect’s recruiting! As the Sword Sect is a 985 Sect, this matter cannot be taken lightly! Such a daunting task can only be entrusted to your master..."

Xiao Ruoching’s whole body was drenched with sweat. Silently feeling the hot Spiritual Energy from Su Bei gradually dissipating within her, she nodded slightly and said, "Disciple thanks Master for the guidance!"

"..."

Su Bei nodded, turned, and walked into the grass cottage, leaving behind a phrase, "Choose one of those two Cultivation Techniques for yourself. The path of Immortal Cultivation all relies on destiny."

"..."

Xiao Ruoching deeply watched Su Bei’s vanishing figure, then looked at the two Cultivation Techniques lying before her with complex eyes.

Which one should she choose?