All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me
Chapter 31 The Lost Qingping Sword (Begging for Follow-up Reads!!)_1

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 The Lost Qingping Sword (Begging for Follow-up Reads!!)_1

The thatched cottage was enveloped in quiet tranquility.

Su Bei lay in the rocking chair, heaving a long, melancholic sigh, gently swaying back and forth, his eyes lazily watching the distant green mountains blanketed by snow, the ethereal white clouds drifting across the blue sky.

Everything was so beautiful.

Life was so mundane.

Su Bei had already figured out the financial matter.

He could simply sell all the Immortal Pigs in the pigpen to the various great ancient countries. Surely a few tens of thousands of taels per pig wouldn’t be excessive, right? After all, these pigs have lived longer than a normal person’s grandfather. But these types of pigs only have value while they’re alive; once turned to cooked meat, they probably wouldn’t fetch much of a price. After all, isn’t everyone buying Immortal Pigs for the novelty? Who hasn’t eaten or seen cooked pork before?

Su Bei then took out the Dice of Destiny, a reward from the system, from his pocket.

It seemed like just an ordinary die, and Su Bei didn’t know what it was for, muttering to himself, "How is this thing supposed to be triggered?"

Judging by the name alone, it’s probably an item related to luck. Though I bear the title of ’Child of Destiny’, fate is invisible and intangible; who would dare trust their destiny to pure luck?

Su Bei pursed his lips and placed the Dice of Destiny back into the Storage Ring, talking to himself.

The shabby Cultivation Technique in my disciple’s hands just now must be ’The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique’! Of course! I knew that technique was definitely not ordinary! It allowed Xiao Ruoching to comprehend Qi Feeling in such a short time!

Thinking of this, Su Bei narrowed his eyes and murmured, I didn’t expect that the book’s mention of possible destruction due to some indescribable external forces was actually true! What could be the cause of its destruction? And what did that girl say just now? What does she want to do?

Su Bei frowned and carefully recalled the conversation.

The girl with tear stains still on her face, silk stockings with snags, knees turning blue, lips lightly bitten, an expression of reluctance mingled with invitation? And what did she say?

Su Bei looked at the vast blue sky, at the geese streaking past, at the clumps of pristine white clouds, at the strands of smoke rising from not too far away...

Under the caress of the breeze and the shimmer of sunlight, everything was lazily at peace.

On the serene No-Sword Peak, the blue sky was gradually darkening, as if jade were being smoked by fire...

Hmm? Smoking? Wait a minute... Did that spendthrift brat say something about burning ancestral graves?

"Goodness gracious me!"

With a leap like a carp flipping out of water, Su Bei sprang up from the rocking chair, cold sweat instantly pouring down his back.

He took a deep breath and looked toward the increasingly fierce fire in the distance, in that direction!

That was where the ancestral graves of No-Sword Peak were!

Fierce flames raged wildly! It seemed to be declaring its own defiance!

A battle, is it? Let there be a battle!

For the humblest of dreams!

To those whimpers and roars in the darkness of night!

Su Bei gasped, a look of panic taking over his face.

The next moment, an alarmed voice bellowed from the direction of the cottage,

"My pigs!"

"My pigs, oh no!"

"Don’t let the damn fire ruin my pigs!"

Then, Su Bei’s figure instantly vanished from the spot.

Ancestral Grave: "..."

Xiao Ruoching, with a light step, looked around at everything before her.

The tiny pigpen was built by the water, its green-tiled wooden building reflecting in the mist.

Two or three peach and plum trees were planted in front of the ancestral hall; their branches robust and ancient, unpruned and left in their natural state.

Sparrows flitted between the branches, their chirps sharp and tender.

Xiao Ruoching took a deep breath and then just gazed at the splendid scene before her: the verdant lodging after the winter snow.

It was refreshing, exhilarating!

The lazy Immortal Pigs by her side noticed someone had come. They grunted a few times, their bellies seemingly empty, before lying down again in the pigpen.

Xiao Ruoching then paid her respects to the stone stele in front of the ancestral grave, lit a fire, and tossed it over.

Watching the small flames begin to catch, and glancing at the curious Immortal Pigs observing everything, a graceful curve formed on the corner of her mouth.

"Ancestors! Ruoching offers you New Year greetings..."

"Burn, burn it all clean."

"Hehe..."

「Sword Sect, the Sword Washing Pond.」

A group of Sword Sect Disciples were here honing the swords in their hands.

After all, for a Sword Cultivator, a focused will can pierce through solid rock. The sword in hand is everything.

And the quality of a sword greatly determines the limits of a Sword Cultivator.

After the Sword Sect lost the Qingping Sword a thousand years ago, Sect Leader Shangguan Wendao made the resolute decision to leave the Sword Sect to search for that peerless treasured sword.

Without the Qingping Sword, the Sword Sect struggled to remain atop the Twenty-One Provinces.

The morning sun peeked out, casting its boundless brilliance.

One could faintly hear the voices of Sword Sect Disciples talking:

"Senior Brother, when do you think our Sword Sect will become the top-ranked among the elite sects?"

"Alas! Don’t even talk about being number one. I’m just hoping that in the upcoming Twenty-One Provinces Grand Competition, the Sword Sect doesn’t drop out of the elite ranks. Imagine, cultivating immortality only for our elite status to become like a second-tier institute..."

"If the Sect Leader were still here, how could our Sword Sect be in the state it’s in now! Damn it!"

The young disciple looked resentfully at his reflection in the water, slashing his sword vigorously down.

The tall disciple by his side sighed and said slowly, "The Sect Leader went to search for the Qingping Sword. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

"Yeah! Without the Qingping Sword, the Sword Sect is like missing a weapon to deter the world! Who knows when the Sect Leader will find the Qingping Sword!"

"Do you think our Sword Sect will be at the bottom in this year’s recruitment again? This time it’s the Fifth Elder in charge of recruiting!"

"I have my doubts; we’ll probably still be at the bottom. The Fifth Elder isn’t an all-powerful god, after all! Although he’s ambitious and aspires to greatness, every time I see the Fifth Elder, he’s diligently cultivating..."

"Indeed, but the only one who seems qualified to carry the future of the Sword Sect is the Fifth Elder..."

"Alas! Who knows what kind of immortal elixir the Fifth Elder is refining. Could his Alchemy skills have surpassed even Third Elder Mo Xingjian’s?"

The tall disciple looked skeptically at the younger disciple, who had uttered such baffling words.

Alchemy? What alchemy? I’ve never heard that the Fifth Elder knew Alchemy!

Seeming to perceive the tall disciple’s confusion, the younger one gestured towards No-Sword Peak in the distance and said, "Look over there! It’s smoking! It must be the Fifth Elder performing Alchemy..."

The tall disciple followed the younger one’s gaze toward the distant, swirling wisps of green smoke that rose like thick ink clouds, shooting straight into the heavens.

It enveloped the entire No-Sword Peak, a quietness that hinted at something eerie.

All of this is very much in character for the Fifth Elder!

He exclaimed in sudden realization, "Ah! So the Fifth Elder also knows Alchemy!"

The younger disciple nodded in deep agreement, saying, "Indeed! The Fifth Elder is forever a legend!"

"There’s nothing he can’t do! Who knows what kind of elixir could have such a terrifying effect..."

The two chatted intermittently.

Suddenly, a Sword Sect Disciple drenched in sweat ran towards them in a rush.

As he ran, he shouted, "Bad news! Bad news!"

"The Fifth Elder! No! No-Sword Peak’s ancestral grave is on fire!"

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