All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me
Chapter 44 I Forgot Everything_1

Chapter 44: Chapter 44 I Forgot Everything_1

The night breeze was cool, and beneath the moon, a man and a woman stood.

The piece of clothing draped over the Qingping Sword danced in the wind before drifting towards the broken pigsty.

The flickering moonlight reflected off the sword in Su Bei’s hand, casting a blinding light.

CLANG!

The sword hummed faintly. Following Su Bei’s waving wrist, the Qingping Sword thrust straight towards the heavens.

Dan Wuque’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at Su Bei, and at the sword in Su Bei’s hand, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

Senior Brother... Senior Brother has drawn the sword?! That’s the Qingping Sword, the Treasure of the Sword Sect that even Eldest Senior Sister couldn’t draw! So casually done? Without a moment’s hesitation?

Her eyes then filled with doubt, and that stubborn tuft of hair on her head stood up, swaying in the wind.

If Fifth Senior Brother could draw this sword, why didn’t he do it when all the other Sword Sect Disciples were watching? Could it be that Fifth Senior Brother has some unspeakable secret?

Su Bei held the sword, his spirit calm, and with a smooth motion, brought the sword down.

In the moonlight, Su Bei’s blue robe fluttered as he moved with the grace of a dragon or a serpent.

His wrist flipped and turned like sweeping clouds and flowing water, a gentle stream, never pausing for a moment.

"Tai Chi Sword Technique!"

With a series of sharp kiai—HA! HUP! HEE! YAH!—he executed four moves in a single second!

With the sword dance complete, Su Bei smoothly reinserted the Qingping Sword into its original position. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the astoundingly shocked Dan Wuque, feeling rather pleased with himself.

Who says I don’t know any Cultivation Techniques? Back on Blue Star, at a lesser-known 985 university, I snatched up a physical education class because Tai Chi Boxing was an easy pass. Since I’m physically uncoordinated, I memorized it! Who would have thought this Tai Chi Boxing would actually come in so handy! So overpowering! Can’t she see? Even Eighth Junior Sister is so shocked she can’t recover.

Su Bei coughed lightly, snapping the still-dazed Dan Wuque back to reality.

Then, leaning on the Qingping Sword, he regarded the perfect curves tightly encased in her small blazer. Her delicate, highly transparent, thin black stockings swayed gently under the moonlight. His expression was one of utmost righteousness as he said, "Junior Sister, have you remembered Senior Brother’s Swordsmanship?"

Dan Wuque took a deep breath. Her delicate face, illuminated by the flickering moonlight, was as pale and tender as warm jade.

She blinked, gazing at the profound and mysterious Su Bei, her hand tightly clutching her lapel.

Oh no, I was so preoccupied with how to spread the word about Senior Brother’s profound realm. I actually forgot to watch the supreme Swordsmanship Senior Brother demonstrated for me! I haven’t remembered anything at all...

Looking at Su Bei’s expectant gaze, Dan Wuque kept her legs pressed tightly together, the tendons in her bare feet taut. A faint sorrow flickered in her eyes.

Senior Brother’s gaze is so eager and concerned. He must have been hoping I’d learn something from that set of Swordsmanship—whatever it was! But I hardly watched at all! And I’m not good at lying... I can only tell the truth.

Dan Wuque hesitated for a moment, then ventured timidly, "Senior Brother, I... I remembered a little."

Su Bei’s eyebrow arched upon hearing Dan Wuque’s words. He lifted his gaze, re-examining her face.

Something’s amiss! From what I know, although Eighth Junior Sister can be a bit naive, her ability to remember Cultivation Techniques is photographic! Could it be?

Su Bei’s eyes narrowed sharply, his thoughts involuntarily drifting to that old man who lived over a hundred years on Wudang Mountain.

Seeing Dan Wuque’s resolute gaze, he couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

Could that story be true?

"You... you really only remember a little?" Su Bei looked at Dan Wuque incredulously, then slowly spoke.

Dan Wuque saw a mix of emotions she couldn’t comprehend in Su Bei’s eyes and felt as if he had seen through her lie.

Feeling a bit flustered, she crossed her stocking-clad left foot over her right and said, at a loss, "I... I’ve forgotten it all."

Su Bei’s face registered utter shock.

It really is true! I never imagined Eighth Junior Sister’s aptitude could be this profound! That old man from Wudang Mountain once said that the highest realm of martial arts isn’t merely imitating others, but creating on your own, your heart moving with your spirit! That is true Swordsmanship!

Su Bei gulped, looking at Dan Wuque. Then, he shook his head with a wry smile, turned around with his hands clasped behind his back, and gazed at the moon above.

"Hmm! Eighth Junior Sister," he said. "It seems you’ve already grasped the essence of my Swordsmanship! Do you have any more questions?"

"..."

Dan Wuque looked at Su Bei, somewhat bewildered.

I’ve grasped the essence of his Swordsmanship? But I clearly didn’t see anything... Perhaps Senior Brother is just saying this to help me save face.

Dan Wuque let her stubborn tuft of hair flutter in the wind. She furrowed her brows, pondered for a moment, then said, "Senior Brother! I want to know, since you can draw the Qingping Sword, why didn’t you draw it during the day?"

"..."

Draw the Qingping Sword? Su Bei was stunned. When did I ever draw the Qingping Sword? I just casually drew a sword... a sword... The Qingping Sword??! I can actually draw such a divine artifact?

Su Bei’s breathing grew heavy, his eyes burning as he looked at the Qingping Sword, which shimmered with a frigid light under the moon.

During the day, I saw Eldest Senior Sister and the others fail to draw this sword, so I didn’t even try! After all, it would have been too embarrassing if I couldn’t draw it. But I actually could? Doesn’t that mean I wasted a perfect opportunity to show off? Painful! Heart-wrenchingly painful!

Su Bei gently rubbed his hands together, then lowered his head and touched the Qingping Sword.

This great treasure, how enticing!

He then gripped it with one hand, full of anticipation, and lifted upward... He strained again... LIFT!

Dan Wuque tilted her head, looking at Su Bei, who seemed to be pulling radishes, and muttered to herself, "Strange? Is Fifth Senior Brother trying to build rapport with the Qingping Sword? So this is another way to communicate!"

"..."

Su Bei exhaled deeply, his eyes angrily fixed on the Qingping Sword, which remained motionless on the ground.

Damn it! It won’t let me draw it when I want to? How am I supposed to enjoy this then?

Just as both were puzzled, the hairs on Su Bei’s back suddenly stood on end.

He quickly dropped the Qingping Sword, turned, and looked into the distance with a grave expression.

"Someone’s coming!" Su Bei gulped, looking at Dan Wuque, who blinked uncomprehendingly.

He faintly sensed a trace of Spiritual Energy.

Then, an peerlessly beautiful but frostily cold face instantly appeared in Su Bei’s mind.

A woman with flowing white hair, stern and unsmiling, whose every expression was as cold as winter water. Indifference laced with nobility, nobility combined with elegance.

Why is Dan Wulan coming to No-Sword Peak in the middle of the night?