All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me
Chapter 40 Baby has made up her mind! (Ask for follow-up read!)_1

Chapter 40: Chapter 40 Baby has made up her mind! (Ask for follow-up read!)_1

A black swallow, struggling to carry a fresh worm, deftly flew through the bamboo forest. It flapped its wings enthusiastically along the snow-covered corridor, then suddenly dived towards its destination.

"CHEEP! CHEEP!"

The young birds in the nest stretched their heads out and chirped incessantly.

After the swallow had struggled to feed the worm to the chicks, it raised its head. Confused, it looked down at the ’person’ below the nest, who was bawling and thrashing about like mad!

"It’s on fire! It’s on fire!"

"Second Elder, if nobody stops Sixth Elder soon, the ancestral tomb at Sword Peak’s summit will be burned clean!!"

"Smoke is billowing up!"

"..."

The loudness of the voices instantly shocked everyone present!

No-Sword Peak erupted into an uproar. At that moment, it seemed as if everyone’s mind had suddenly gone blank.

Jun Wuxie... why on earth would he set Xi Qingyi’s ancestral tomb on fire for fun?

Su Bei’s eyes twitched, a strange expression on her face, and she seemed to faintly sense something.

This drunkard couldn’t have seen me forge a sword from fire and thought he could do the same, could he?

Has alcohol numbed his brain? Is there nothing left in his head but alcohol?

Then she sighed quietly, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

Looking down at the Qingping Sword on the ground, she thought for a moment, then unfastened her inner garment and gently draped it over the sword, muttering to herself,

"Qingping Sword, you were miraculously forged from my fire, as if I used a cheat! I’m giving you a garment so you don’t catch a cold!"

"Next time you appear, don’t be so sudden. If I’m going to show off, I need some time to prepare, right?"

"You’re really testing my skills here!"

"..."

All the Sword Sect disciples took a deep breath, their mouths agape. They stared dumbfoundedly at Xi Qingyi, who stood amidst the rising smoke in the distance, and began to gossip loudly and unreservedly,

"It’s over... Today, only one of them, either the Sixth Elder or the Second Elder, will survive."

"But since the tomb is burned, where will the Second Elder be buried when he dies?"

"Isn’t the Second Elder about to celebrate his eight hundredth birthday? Is he going to celebrate his death anniversary and birthday together?!"

"..."

Xi Qingyi finally snapped out of his overwhelming shock. He glared furiously at the Sword Sect disciples present before his figure vanished on the spot.

In the air, one could still faintly hear Xi Qingyi’s barely audible, yet exquisite, curses:

"Jun Wuxie, you little whelp!"

"I ****."

"You ****."

"I *** you ***."

The elders of the Sword Sect all exchanged glances.

Wenren Pingxin took a deep breath, furrowing her elegant brows. Her ample chest heaved dramatically as she rubbed her temples, somewhat troubled. Watching Xi Qingyi’s hurried, retreating figure, she thought for a moment and then immediately followed!

Mo Xingjian and Li Ziyu were next, followed by Su Bei leading Xiao Ruoching... then Yuxie...

Dan Wuque blinked her almond-shaped eyes, her distinctive cowlick twirling twice, her face full of puzzlement. Although she didn’t understand why one bizarre incident after another was happening today, she saw that the Sword Sect disciples on No-Sword Peak had already started heading in groups toward Sword Peak’s summit.

Without even a chance to think, she pulled on Dan Wulan, who was staring blankly in a daze, and then teleported away as well.

Dan Wulan, whose slender eyebrows and delicate mouth lent her an ethereal air, reluctantly tore her gaze from the garment Su Bei had draped over the Qingping Sword. She casually wiped a trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth.

Hehe! That’s the garment my Senior Brother wore close to his skin!

It still carries his scent!!

Dan Wulan licked her thin lips and narrowed her eyes slightly. The wind fluttered her three thousand strands of white hair as a foolish grin spread across her face.

So many people around now... I’ll come back at midnight. That garment must be uncomfortable for the Qingping Sword... hehe!

Then she, too, disappeared from No-Sword Peak.

「...」

Above Sword Peak, the sky roared, a fiery inferno!

Billows of blazing red Spiritual Energy, imbued with the might of the Refining Void stage, danced across the heavens.

A man clad in black, eyes ablaze with boundless fervor, laughed wildly. Holding a sword in his right hand, he bellowed towards the sky,

"I am the conflagration that will purify the world!"

"This is just the beginning!"

"Burn! Blaze forth, my life! Burn for me!"

"..."

The towering stone stele of Sword Peak, soaring into the clouds, stood firm and unyielding against Jun Wuxie’s scorching flames!

To avoid instantly flattening the mountain peak with his overwhelming Refining Void power, Jun Wuxie merely mobilized the Spiritual Energy of the entire Sword Peak. He imitated Su Bei, setting the Ancestral Tomb ablaze with the most ferocious flames!

His exquisite control was a true marvel in the cultivation world!

As Jun Wuxie laughed with wild abandon, several figures suddenly appeared in the sky above.

Immediately after, a dense horde of panicked Sword Sect Disciples came rushing over.

"Jun Wuxie, what are you doing!??"

"You son of a—"

Xi Qingyi stared in panic and dismay at Jun Wuxie, who was relentlessly bombarding the ancestral tombs of Sword Peak. Humiliated, Xi Qingyi roared in fury!

His heart clenched painfully, and a wave of dizziness washed over him, threatening to overwhelm his mind!

The grand ancestral worship by three thousand disciples I dreamed of... is it all gone?

The ancestral tomb... gone just like that?

Burned until only a stele remains?

His eyes, which looked as if they could tear Jun Wuxie to shreds, were shot with blood. He clenched his teeth tightly, his body enveloped in volatile Spiritual Energy.

Jun Wuxie, however, continued to meticulously control the vast Spiritual Energy in the heavens above.

Hearing the sudden shouts, he showed no reaction, his face still full of triumph.

Emulating Su Bei’s earlier display, like a Sword Immortal gracing the mortal world, he gestured with both hands.

Instantly, a myriad of fire swords materialized in the sky, coalescing into a Fire Dragon that circled above Sword Peak. It roared angrily, its eyes filled with an endless fervor, as Jun Wuxie declared,

"My Fifth Senior Brother just said!"

"’To find dragon veins and assess fortunes, observe the coiling mountains. Each coil forms a pass; if these passes present eightfold dangers, they invariably conform to the patterns of Yin-Yang and the Eight Trigrams.’"

"I’ve surveyed the surroundings, and only the ancestral tomb on Second Elder’s mountain peak meets these conditions! This Sword Peak is definitely a geomantic treasure trove!"

"There must be an unparalleled Treasure of the Sword Sect hidden within!"

"Everyone, remain calm! The tomb will soon reveal its treasures!"

"..."

The moment Jun Wuxie finished speaking, Xi Qingyi’s mind went utterly blank!

Then, he couldn’t help but sink into deep thought.

What Jun Wuxie said... actually seems... quite reasonable?

I also feel that Sword Peak boasts beautiful scenery and is further blessed by the presence of three thousand Sword Sect Disciples.

Even Su Bei’s No-Sword Peak Ancestral Tomb concealed the Sword Sect’s treasure, the Qingping Sword.

So why couldn’t there be something beneath this Sword Peak?

Perhaps every ancestral tomb in the Sword Sect contains treasures!

Seeing Jun Wuxie’s utterly convinced expression, Xi Qingyi couldn’t help but feel a rush of heat to his head, and the image of that Big Treasure Sword embedded in the No-Sword Peak Ancestral Tomb involuntarily flashed before his eyes.

It’s so incredibly tempting!

The ancestral tomb is already burning. Even if I beat Jun Wuxie up now, it won’t vent my anger.

Besides, if something truly valuable emerges from *my* ancestral tomb because of *his* actions, wouldn’t I get no credit for it?

No! I absolutely cannot let that happen!

The treasures beneath this ancestral tomb must be mine!

A reprimand echoed from the sky as Wenren Pingxin shouted,

"Jun Wuxie, how dare you?!"

"How dare you burn the ancestral tombs?"

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