All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me
Chapter 50 Don’t Move, Sister! _1

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 Don’t Move, Sister! _1

But confusion aside, her sister’s hand was already reaching out!

Dan Wuque took a deep breath. Unable to use Spiritual Energy, she could only press down hard on the hand Dan Wulan was extending.

At the same time, biting her thin lips, her shimmering eyes stared at Dan Wulan. "Sister, don’t move!" she urged.

Dan Wulan gave a light snort, exerting a bit of force as she reached for Dan Wuque’s thigh, wrapped in black silk.

The touch was a strange mix of slight roughness and smoothness. It felt odd, but undeniably pleasant!

A look of surprise flickered across Dan Wulan’s eyes. So, there really were pants like this? Snug, convenient!

She found it hard to let go!

Then, all sorts of bizarre images involuntarily flooded her mind.

That delicate face, usually a bit cold, slowly flushed red, as she swallowed.

Dan Wuque watched as her sister’s eyes remained fixed on her legs. A deep blush spread across Dan Wuque’s own face, and she gently bit her red lips.

Breathing quietly, she said to Dan Wulan, "Sister, these pants were a gift from the Fifth Elder!"

"If you like them, actually... I can give them to you too!"

"It’s just that I accidentally damaged them with the straw while I was hiding here!"

Upon hearing Dan Wuque’s words, Dan Wulan felt an inexplicable irritation surge within her.

Fifth Elder, Fifth Elder, it’s always about the Fifth Elder! Are you deliberately showing off to me? How could I not know these pants were given to you by the Fifth Elder? And you say it again now, what are your intentions? Seeing your dazed look, I bet you’re actually filled with the joy of triumph inside, aren’t you? Who would have thought my own sister could be like this? Claiming not to care, just purely loving martial arts? Hah! Your body seems quite honest, though.

"The Fifth Elder gave them to you, so you wear them?"

"You still haven’t answered me, why did you come here in the middle of the night?!"

Startled by Dan Wulan’s imposing manner, Dan Wuque swallowed nervously, blinking her eyes innocently, and said with a hint of grievance, "I... I came to practice a cultivation technique."

Practice a cultivation technique? How amusing.

A cold smile crept onto Dan Wulan’s lips as she looked down at Dan Wuque beneath her.

Just as expected! This act of my sister’s was the exact portrayal of the ’white lotus’ or ’green tea’ type of character from the romance novels I’ve read! In the dead of night, dressed like this, to practice a cultivation technique?

"Cultivation technique? What were you practicing?"

"Tell me, what is there to practice?"

"If it’s for cultivation, why not practice openly? Why hide? Why keep it a secret from me?"

"Sister! I am so disappointed in you!"

"You’ve deceived me; you’ve broken the promise between us!"

Dan Wulan looked at Dan Wuque, who was shivering beneath her. She could see Dan Wuque wanted to argue, hesitating on the verge of speaking, so Dan Wulan forced herself to calm down.

Just then, Dan Wuque suddenly spoke up, "Then why did you come to No-Sword Peak to admire the moon in the middle of the night, sister?"

Dan Wulan’s expression faltered. Her mouth opened, but for a moment, she found herself speechless.

Myself... myself...

Then she pursed her lips and quickly returned to her aloof demeanor, saying, "The moon is big at No-Sword Peak! I like it!"

"But when the Eldest Senior Sister arrived, why did you hide?"

"I didn’t hide! I was... I was here to catch you!" Dan Wulan’s eyes flared with annoyance, stammering as she looked at Dan Wuque and tried to explain.

Just then, she suddenly saw Dan Wuque staring intently elsewhere. Instinctively, Dan Wulan raised her head to look in that direction.

Dawn was approaching, the early sun’s rays slanting across the bare trees, casting a rainbow of dappled shadows.

The only intact hay bale in the pigpen had long been twisted out of shape by their intense argument, exposing their hidden figures in plain sight!

Wenren Pingxin watched the quarreling pair with a peculiar gaze.

Then she turned her head, a faint, enigmatic smile touching her lips as she murmured softly, "Why are you two junior sisters hiding?"

"Are you afraid of your Senior Sister?"

The air was filled with silence.

After three seconds of silence, Su Bei suddenly coughed. The scene is too awkward, I must say something, he thought.

Then he hastily changed the subject, saying, "So, Senior Sister, I will embark on my journey soon!"

"As you know, things are so expensive outside nowadays. I wonder if Senior Sister could gather some travel funds for me?"

"After all, the matter I need to handle is not a trivial one!"

Wenren Pingxin smiled gently, her hands clasped behind her back. She looked at Su Bei, then at the sisters still frozen in their strange pose, and said with a voice tinged with sarcasm, "What money would your Senior Sister have? Eighth Junior Sister and Ninth Junior Sister definitely have some."

"Bei Bei, go borrow from them."

"I just didn’t expect Bei Bei to be so clever now, even hiding two at a time..."

Dan Wuque crawled out from the haystack, her cowlick fluttering. Although she didn’t understand why the atmosphere was so weird, she still spoke seriously, "Eldest Senior Sister, I was practicing swordsmanship with Senior Brother!!"

"Senior Brother is very powerful; he can draw the Qingping Sword!"

As Dan Wuque’s words fell, Wenren Pingxin’s eyes narrowed. I knew it! she thought to herself. I wasn’t wrong at all! The Qingping Sword was indeed drawn by Su Bei!

Wenren Pingxin took a deep breath and then looked at Su Bei, full of expectation, and asked, "Bei Bei, you can actually draw out the Qingping Sword?"

"Could you demonstrate it for your Senior Sister?"

In an instant, Su Bei felt three gazes fixed directly on him.

A sudden surge of panic filled him. He hadn’t slept all night, and dawn was nearing! Moreover, how could he draw the Qingping Sword? He had no idea why it had worked earlier; it was very likely that the Qingping Sword hadn’t even reacted properly then! To ask him to draw the sword now?

Facing Wenren Pingxin’s eager gaze, Su Bei was so nervous his palms began to sweat.

Damn Dan Wuque, what was she babbling about? He had to bluff his way through this! But how? With both the Eldest Senior Sister and Ninth Junior Sister here, they weren’t easily fooled!

The air was once again filled with silence.

Perhaps noticing Su Bei’s furrowed brow, a hint of suspicion appeared in Wenren Pingxin’s eyes.

Based on Su Bei’s love for showing off, if he really could draw the Qingping Sword, he would probably have already done so eagerly! But Dan Wuque’s confident expression didn’t make her seem like she was lying! Plus, I checked the Qingping Sword myself; it definitely bore the marks of being drawn!

So, with furrowed brows, she asked, "What’s wrong, Bei Bei?"

"Do you have difficulty drawing the Qingping Sword?"

"Or is it that... you actually can’t draw it?"

Perhaps because the day was gradually dawning, the clear cries of an Immortal Crane pierced the clouds!

Disciples of the Sword Sect were also emerging from their rooms, ready to welcome the glorious sunrise and a beautiful new day!

One after another, Sword Sect Disciples arrived on time at No-Sword Peak, heading toward the ancestral grave.

They prepared to clean up the pork slices that weren’t cleared away the day before, along with bits and pieces of flying swords...