All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me
Chapter 42 Oh, My Silly Dudu (Please Follow!!)_1

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Oh, My Silly Dudu (Please Follow!!)_1

The winter wind blew gently, stirring the dead leaves into a dance and fluttering Jun Wuxie’s robes.

Xi Qingyi’s eyes widened, a panicked expression on his face as he glanced at Wenren Pingxin, then turned to Jun Wuxie and rebuked angrily, "Jun Wuxie! The audacity! It was clearly you who came to my Supreme Sword Peak to burn the grave. How dare you push all the blame onto me?"

Jun Wuxie didn’t even bother to look at Xi Qingyi, which only increased the latter’s panic.

Fifty years! This isn’t a joke. I’m about to celebrate my eight-hundredth birthday, for crying out loud! What am I supposed to do if I get locked up now? Moreover, I’ve heard that the Reflection Cliff is a place of desolate mountains and treacherous waters. The last person locked up there for fifty years went mad after being released. They say the ground there is so clean you can’t even find a bird dropping.

At this thought, Xi Qingyi quickly turned to Wenren Pingxin with a bitter expression and pleaded, "Elder Sister, I didn’t burn it... I didn’t tell Jun Wuxie to burn it either! It was truly his own doing!"

Wenren Pingxin looked at Xi Qingyi, her face devoid of expression. "Oh? So, was the ancestral grave burnt or not? Did the ashes scatter or not?"

"It was... they did..." Xi Qingyi admitted, his voice trailing off.

"Hmm. Fifty years."

Xi Qingyi grew anxious, his gaze sweeping over the exceptionally beautiful scenery of Supreme Sword Peak, towards the ridges rising sharply from the flat, expansive fields. The mountain rose from low to high, encircled by three terraced rings, forming a natural barrier for Supreme Sword Peak.

Such excellent feng shui! Why isn’t there a Big Treasure Sword here?! Why not?! Is it just because Su Bei is lucky? Is it just because Su Bei is handsome? Is it just because it was Jun Wuxie, that jinx, who lit the fire?

Seeing the Enforcement Hall members drawing closer, Xi Qingyi exclaimed in panic, "Elder Sister, my eight-hundredth birthday is just around the corner!"

Wenren Pingxin’s face showed a hint of helplessness. She pressed a hand to her head and sighed. What a family disgrace... She then gave the Law Enforcement Elder a look, signaling him to hurry up.

"Elder Sister, I’m on the verge of breaking through to Peak Refining Void!"

"Elder Sister, I feel like I’m about to make the breakthrough right now..."

"Elder Sister..."

Su Bei’s lips curled into a cold smirk. He then looked up at Xi Qingyi with a ’serious’ expression and said with utmost ’sincerity’, "Don’t worry, Second Brother. Though you won’t be spared a single day of those fifty years, on your eight-hundredth birthday, I’ll get you a couple of eggs!"

Xi Qingyi: "..."

Xi Qingyi allowed the Enforcement Hall Disciples to bind his hands, then took a deep breath. With his back to the other Sword Sect Disciples, he snorted coldly.

"For eight hundred years, I have swallowed my pride time and time again.

"Without me, Xi Qingyi, would the Sword Sect be where it is today?

"Blind fools! This Sword Sect isn’t worth staying in!"

His sharp gaze fell on Jun Wuxie, who was cradling a wine jug nearby. Then, the corner of Xi Qingyi’s mouth curled into a strange arc, like a checkmark. Staring straight at Jun Wuxie, he said in a low, chilling voice, "Jun Wuxie, see you in fifty years!"

A fifty-year appointment? Jun Wuxie looked into those profound eyes and subconsciously shivered.

Shortly after, Xi Qingyi and the Enforcement Hall Disciples faded from everyone’s sight.

Wenren Pingxin sighed wistfully. Burning two graves in one day, what awful luck! She glanced at Jun Wuxie, who was standing there as if nothing had happened, then mused for a moment before speaking, "Jun Wuxie, let him stay inside for a few years as well. Mm, everyone else, disperse..."

Jun Wuxie: "..."

「No-Sword Peak, the grass cottage.」

Su Bei reclined on the rocking chair, simply watching Xiao Ruoching, who stood there quietly.

"Xiao Ruoching!"

His voice was low and serious, carrying an unspoken weight. Although the exact nature of this implication was unclear, to Xiao Ruoching’s ears, it carried an extremely terrifying, oppressive force! Whether it stemmed from her fear of Su Bei from a past life, or because she was intimidated by his actions today, her body shivered involuntarily.

Xiao Ruoching’s hands were clasped at her waist. She didn’t dare to meet Su Bei’s stern gaze, lightly biting her thin lip. Her eyes were rimmed with red, tears glistening around her autumn-water-like irises.

Looking at Xiao Ruoching’s aggrieved face, Su Bei’s heart inexplicably softened. But then, remembering how Xiao Ruoching had acted on her own, he felt a stifling frustration that he couldn’t quite swallow.

I know she’s the Child of Destiny; whatever she does, she has absolute providential luck on her side. But she just arrived and is already scheming about the ancestral grave! If I don’t discipline her now, won’t she tear the roof off the grass cottage later? Unacceptable! This time I must assert the authority of a master. After all, I am the master. Being too soft won’t do; I must be firm!

At this thought, Su Bei snorted coldly, rose to his feet, and with his hands clasped behind his back, he admonished, "Speak up! What mistake have you made? You’ve only been in the Sword Sect for two days and you’ve already burned down an ancestral grave! What’s next? In a few years, when your wings have fully grown, will you try to kill me, your master, as well? Hmm?"

Burn the ancestral grave, kill the master? Xiao Ruoching’s heart trembled at Su Bei’s words. She mumbled, her eyes betraying a hidden panic. Is Su Bei testing me? How does he know I want to kill him?

Seeing Su Bei approaching with a grim face, Xiao Ruoching involuntarily stepped back. Sunlight dappled her delicate, pretty face; her fair skin was ghastly pale from excessive panic.

Su Bei took a step forward; Xiao Ruoching retreated a step.

Her breathing grew ragged, and fine beads of sweat formed on her forehead. In her nervousness, she failed to notice the stone behind her. Losing her balance, she stumbled. The embroidered shoe with its sword-patterned high heel twisted sharply, and she fell heavily to the ground.

Xiao Ruoching’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a pained whimper. "Ugh..."

Her slender hand gently clutched her injured ankle as she looked up, somewhat despairingly, at the expressionless Su Bei.

Is he going to confront me today? He discovered my disguise! Why did I burn the ancestral grave?! The key is, *he* wasn’t affected as I intended by the grave incident, and it even changed future events! In the end, he probably knew my scheme all along...

Whether from the intense pain or the despair in her heart, Xiao Ruoching squeezed her eyes shut. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and the red rims of her eyes welled with glistening tears. She could already feel Su Bei’s somewhat hot breath and sense a pair of large hands drawing ever closer to her.

After a moment, the slap she imagined didn’t fall.

Xiao Ruoching carefully opened her eyes.

A slender index finger was pointing towards her eyes. In her disbelieving gaze, it gently touched her brow.

Then, a faint, wry smile touched Su Bei’s lips. His index finger gently slid down from her brow to her lips.

Words as gentle as a clear breeze drifted to Xiao Ruoching’s ears:

"Ah, my foolish little one..."

Xiao Ruoching: "..."

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