All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 404 - 251 Does Sister Like Him, Right?_2

Chapter 404: Chapter 251 Does Sister Like Him, Right?_2
"Hmm, little sister, that’s amazing!" Dan Wuque exclaimed. "One can tell, this is a garment!"
Dan Wulan was speechless. She placed the crooked long robe on the ground and let out a long sigh.
Am I really unsuited to be a good wife and mother? I can’t even sew a single piece of clothing for him.
The white robe fluttered in the wind, adorned with several peach-pink marks that faintly resembled peach blossoms.
"I think it’s very beautiful!!" Dan Wuque declared. "Our Senior Brother will surely like the clothes you made, little sister."
The tuft of hair on Dan Wuque’s head spun rapidly, like a little helicopter. She stood up and picked up the white robe. Pointing at one of the peach blossoms, she then grabbed Dan Wulan’s jade-like hand, which was covered in needle pricks, and said earnestly, "Mother once said that even if a gift from someone you like is poorly made, the heart put into it is real! When someone likes you, even if they don’t say it, you can feel that affection. That’s what’s most indescribable and inexplicable."
Dan Wulan’s eyes trembled slightly. She tightly grasped the white robe, arched her eyebrows, and glanced sidelong at Dan Wuque, asking, "So you’re saying that this robe is terrible?"
Dan Wuque took a step back and stated earnestly, "Although it’s poor, you put a lot of heart into it!!"
Dan Wulan snorted coldly and put the robe back into the sewing basket, her expression unreadable. She wrapped her arms around her knees, rested her head on them, and gazed blankly at the peach blossoms on the trees.
In the sewing basket, a section of the pristine white robe swayed with the wind.
The two sat together, and after an unknown amount of time, Dan Wulan suddenly asked, "Sister, you like him, right?"
Dan Wuque’s face instantly flushed red. She sprang to her feet, vigorously shaking her head and body at her sister, the tuft of hair on her head spinning almost frantically, as she stammered, "N-No... Little sister, you like him, so how could I, your older sister, like him too? I don’t like Elder Su at all! Elder Su... I don’t like him one bit..."
Her voice grew softer and softer toward the end, and her face redder and redder. A blush spread across her snowy neck, all the way to her earlobes. Her short hair drifted gently.
Dan Wulan looked at her older sister, who practically wore her heart on her sleeve, sighed, and said softly, "I didn’t even say it was Su Bei. Why are you reacting so strongly?"
Dan Wuque fell silent.
Dan Wulan gently rose to her feet. Looking at the face so identical to her own, a faint smile touched her lips. She rarely smiled. She reached out, caressed her sister’s black hair, and said softly, "Don’t dye your hair anymore..."
Dan Wuque blinked, looking up at her.
Dan Wulan rested her head on her sister’s shoulder and murmured, "Sister."
"Hmm?"
"I miss Mother."
「In late spring, Snow State’s snow finally showed signs of melting.」
After the Sacred Land’s opening ceremony, the Sword Sect’s gates were wide open, and the sect was undoubtedly revitalized, inside and out. This time, due to effective promotion, the number of disciples arriving to join the sect was more than ten times that of the previous year. A host of greeter disciples bustled about, completely overwhelmed. They scurried through the Sword Sect like mother hens leading a flock of chicks.
As Xiao Ruoching, Mo Li, and Sword Maiden walked down from No-Sword Peak, people continuously greeted the trio, their eyes full of envy. Faint whispers could be heard:
"Why do you think the Sect Leader returned to the Sword Sect this time? Could it be related to the upcoming relaunch of the Hidden Dragon List!?"
A chubby man, holding a broom, was sweeping the snow in front of him. He frowned and said, "I doubt it. The Sect Leader was missing for so long; it surely can’t be for such a simple reason." As he spoke, his voice trailed off. His expression turned solemn, and he whispered, "Could it be related to Wuhua Palace? You know, when Luo Ritian escaped from the Sword Sect, he smashed Lingyun Hall! Elder Wenren must still be furious about that..."
"I don’t know. Anyway, whatever happens, it has nothing to do with us snow sweepers."
"The three Senior Sisters are probably going to the Soul Palace to register their Soul Lamps..."
Snowflakes, mixed with raindrops, slowly drifted down. They gradually soaked everything around. The cyan eaves leaned against the cyan mountains, and the cyan pond reflected a vast cyan sky. The entire Sword Sect became as vivid as a richly colored painting, the sky vaguely turning a shade of cyan. Snow on the green pines gradually fell to the ground. The sky was a clear, washed blue.
Xiao Ruoching watched in surprise as bright-eyed new disciples hurried past her. They were being led on tours of the Sword Sect by its greeter disciples. She could hear one of the male greeter disciples speaking eloquently:
"Now that you have entered the gates of our Sword Sect, you are all Sword Sect Disciples. Dear junior brothers and sisters, not far ahead is the Soul Palace. As disciples of our Sword Sect, you must all go there to register your Soul Lamps. In three months, there will be the selection competition for new Sword Sect disciples. If you perform well and are chosen by a Sword Sect steward, you can become an Inner Sect Disciple. If your talent is exceptional and you catch the eye of one of our Sword Sect’s nine elders, that’s like ascending to heaven in a single step—you’ll become a Direct Disciple! Although I may have been a bit long-winded, I still have to ask you all!"
The Sword Sect Disciple coughed lightly, his hands clasped behind his back. At his waist hung the Sword Sect’s Peerless Sword, flashing with a cold light. A crane flew past in the azure sky above. Combined with the breathtaking scenery and the lazily drifting clouds, he exuded the air of an unparalleled genius.
The new disciples, one by one, wore serious expressions. They gazed at the Senior Brother before them with utmost reverence and admiration, one of them saying, "Senior Brother, please ask!"
A faint smile touched Zhen Jianting’s lips as he said lightly, "Among you are descendants of dukes, marquises, and royalty from the secular world, as well as commoners. Do you know the rules of our Sword Sect? Do you understand the spirit of our Sword Sect!?"
A handsome new disciple took a deep breath, his eyes shining brightly, and said, "Senior Brother, this junior disciple knows!"
Zhen Jianting nodded, gesturing for him to speak.
This disciple stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the distant No-Sword Peak. In that direction, a massive peach tree could be seen in full bloom. "Elder Su once said! Upon joining the Sword Sect, regardless of background or origin, all are Sword Sect Disciples! The Sword Sect treats everyone equally!!"
Seemingly inspired by this disciple, another Sword Sect Disciple stepped forward, tears glistening in his eyes, and declared, "Elder Su once said that as people of the Sword Sect, because we have walked through the rain, we wish to hold an umbrella for others! The Sword Sect’s eight hundred Sword Immortals! The Sword Sect’s eight hundred Sword Tombs! The Underworld Sword Sect!!"
A female disciple, blushing prettily, said shyly, "This junior sister read in a booklet from a senior sister in the Sword Sect... Elder Su is very big..."
Eh?
Zhen Jianting nodded with satisfaction and said, "Mm, it seems you’ve all done your homework. Well said... Now, can you tell me why you chose our Sword Sect?"
The handsome disciple stepped forward again, his eyes full of yearning, and proclaimed, "For Elder Su! To take Elder Su as our master! To become a member of the Sword Sect’s No-Sword Peak! To live in the same world as Elder Su, day in and day out! I am a devoted fan of Su Bei!"
Not far away, Xiao Ruoching wore a peculiar expression. She had an impression of the leading disciple but couldn’t recall his name, only vaguely remembering his nickname. So, she casually called out, "You there... Hey, Three Thousand Taels!"
Zhen Jianting’s eyes lit up. He strode quickly towards Xiao Ruoching and said respectfully, "Greetings, Senior Sisters!" Then, he turned to the new Sword Sect disciples, his voice full of pride and envy as he announced, "These are the three Direct Disciples of No-Sword Peak, and also Elder Su’s only three disciples! Senior Sister Xiao, Senior Sister Mo, Senior Sister Jian..."
Mo Li gazed calmly at the crowd of disciples without speaking, her eyes closed. Her white robe was as white as snow itself, and her silver hair was styled in a fixed updo.
Sword Maiden blushed, took a step back, and clutched the hem of Xiao Ruoching’s skirt, hiding behind her, too shy to look up.
The new disciples’ faces were filled with envy. After all, to become a disciple of Elder Su—the foremost expert below the Dao Integration realm—was truly a blessing earned over eight lifetimes.
"Greetings, Senior Sisters!"
"What are you going to do, Senior Sisters?"
"The Senior Sisters are so beautiful!! What kind of person could possibly be worthy of them...?"