All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me
Chapter 39 - s Can’t pull it out (Please follow the read !!)_1

Chapter 39: 39 Chapters Can’t pull it out (Please follow the read !!)_1

"The tide turns every hundred years; never bully the young for their poverty!"

Su Bei’s somewhat hoarse voice echoed over No-Sword Peak.

The words had barely fallen when, instantly, everyone felt as if their hearts had exploded!

The Sword Sect disciples gazed at the man leaning gently against the Qingping Sword, speechless. A tide of mixed emotions washed over them, leaving them unsure what to say.

"What exactly has the Fifth Elder gone through?"

"Could it be that the Fifth Elder has harbored an unspeakable secret all these hundred years?"

"Exactly! For a whole century, the Fifth Elder remained at the Divinity Transformation Realm! With his talent, it’s impossible he would have stagnated for so long!"

"Could all this be related to the Qingping Sword!?"

"Got my snacks ready in the front row! Anyone want beer, soft drinks, or popcorn?"

"Is your popcorn guaranteed to be fully popped?"

"..."

A hint of tenderness flashed in Su Bei’s eyes as he gently caressed the Qingping Sword.

His raspy voice began to recount everything.

"A hundred years ago, I discovered an inexplicable phenomenon occurring within my body!"

"No matter how I cultivated, no matter how I absorbed the Spiritual Energy of this world, my cultivation level showed no improvement whatsoever!"

"There was always some mysterious force plundering my Spiritual Energy, plundering my very soul!"

"Destroying my self-confidence! Destroying everything I had!"

"And yet, despite all this, for these hundred years, I have cultivated day and night, desperately trying to break through my limits!"

"..."

Su Bei looked up at the vast sky, at the thousands of flying swords circling as if wailing in mourning.

At that moment, every Sword Sect Disciple seemed to feel Su Bei’s loneliness, his desolation, and an unparalleled grief that seemed entirely out of place in the mundane world.

Tears welled in the eyes of some female disciples. Choking back sobs, they wiped the corners of their eyes and cried out,

"Sob... sob... If I were the Fifth Elder, I simply couldn’t bear this suffering!"

"Yes, yes! Imagine your Spiritual Energy vanishing mysteriously every time you made a little progress in cultivation!"

"A genius, yet dismissed by everyone as useless!"

"And yet, far from becoming disheartened, the Fifth Elder redoubled his efforts and became a renowned prodigy in the Twenty-One Provinces!"

"..."

Wenren Pingxin looked at Su Bei with a peculiar expression, an undeniable trace of doubt in her eyes.

Does Su Bei mean to say he’s been cultivating day and night?

Ha! If he truly cultivated all day, the Sword Sect’s ancestral graves would probably catch fire again!

But seeing the conviction in the eyes of the Sword Sect disciples, she sighed nonetheless.

Let him have his moment. After all, he really did find the Qingping Sword, didn’t he? I’ll let him save some face.

Dan Wulan’s long eyelashes fluttered several times, her gaze fixed adoringly on Su Bei.

Gazing at Su Bei, his brows furrowed, an immortal aura emanating from him, her heart stirred quietly.

That perfect, ice-cold face, skin tender and fair without a single blemish, those limpid eyes gently twinkling, and her full, crimson lips slightly parted as if about to speak!

Hehe, Senior Brother! Senior Brother smells so wonderful!

Suddenly, Dan Wuque, who was beside Su Bei, cocked her head. Looking at Su Bei with a puzzled expression, she asked,

"So, Fifth Senior Brother, is everything that happened to you related to this Qingping Sword?"

"And how did you know the Qingping Sword was in the ancestral grave? How did you know you had to use fire to reveal it?"

"..."

The moment Dan Wuque finished speaking, everyone snapped out of the reverie Su Bei’s words had induced.

They all turned to Su Bei, their expressions questioning.

"That’s right! So, what’s the connection?"

"Why use fire?"

"..."

Su Bei looked expressionlessly at Dan Wuque, at her expectant, wide, watery eyes, at the silly tuft of hair bobbing on her head.

Damn it! Why is she so nosy? I had almost bluffed my way through. If it weren’t for this prodigal apprentice of mine burning the grave, how would I have known the sword was in there? Could this girl have done it on purpose? Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson tonight! Show you what a Sword Heart is! What a flaw is!

Su Bei sighed. His eyes on Dan Wuque, he turned and said softly,

"Why must you know these things? What does it matter whether fire was used or not?"

"The Qingping Sword has emerged!"

"Everyone has secrets deep in their hearts they’d rather not share... Perhaps sorrowful, perhaps joyful, they are for one to savor quietly, alone."

"Just like this proud Qingping Sword. Let’s just let it remain here quietly, unremovable... Wouldn’t that be best?"

"..."

Unremovable?

Wenren Pingxin watched Su Bei finish his performance with a cold smirk.

Hmph! There isn’t a thing in this world I can’t pull out!

Her long legs took a graceful step forward, and she firmly grasped the sword hilt with both hands.

Hmm? Why won’t it budge?

Everyone stared wide-eyed as Wenren Pingxin gripped the hilt, straining with all her might to lift the sword.

"Up you come!"

"Come on, rise!"

"..."

Qingping Sword: "..."

Panting, Wenren Pingxin stopped and stared at the sword.

Seeing everyone staring at her in astonishment, Wenren Pingxin’s face flushed. She cleared her throat, straightened her clothes, and said nonchalantly,

"It seems a divine sword like this can only be drawn by cultivators at the Mahayana Realm or higher!"

"After all, this is the Sword Sect’s peerless treasure! In the entire world, perhaps only Master is qualified to draw it..."

"..."

The Third Elder, Mo Xingjian, who had been silent all this time, frowned slightly upon hearing Wenren Pingxin’s explanation.

Then he too stepped forward, his hands gripping the hilt tightly!

"Let me try as well!"

"Come on... Up!"

"Rise!"

Qingping Sword: "..."

Seeing Mo Xingjian also fail to draw the sword, Wenren Pingxin discreetly breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, so it wasn’t just me! I knew an artifact like this couldn’t be drawn so easily! If even I couldn’t pull it out, how could anyone else?

"I’ll give it a try too!"

Fourth Elder Li Ziyu stepped forward!

Qingping Sword: "..."

"I want to try as well!"

Seventh Elder Yuxie stepped forward!

Qingping Sword: "..."

The cold wind blew.

Everyone fell silent, gazing at the sword that none could draw. Then, they exchanged glances and chuckled,

"Yes! It’s indeed just as Eldest Senior Sister said!"

"Without Mahayana-level cultivation, I suppose no one in the world can pull it out!"

"Indeed! Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

"..."

Second Elder Xi Qingyi licked his lips, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the Qingping Sword.

How magnificent it would be if this sword could be placed before the ancestral tomb on Sword Peak! Imagine three thousand Sword Peak disciples paying homage to their ancestors, with the Qingping Sword standing before the stele—what a way to bring glory to our lineage!

Xi Qingyi calmly surveyed the scene, taking a deep breath.

The Sword Sect’s clouds were white.

The Sword Sect’s sky was blue.

Not far away, wisps of blue smoke curled upwards.

Everything was so serene.

Just then, suddenly, a commotion erupted from the crowd!

Everyone turned towards the source of the noise.

They saw a Sword Sect Disciple, snot dripping as he frantically wiped his nose, running towards Xi Qingyi, wailing as he ran,

"Disaster! Disaster!"

"Second Elder, disaster has struck!"

"The Sixth Elder—I don’t know what possessed him—he grabbed some firewood and went to burn the ancestral tomb on Sword Peak!"

"We couldn’t stop him at all!"

"The ancestral tomb on Sword Peak... it’s on fire!!"

"..."