All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 424 - 259 ’Cowardly’ Su Bei_1

Chapter 424: Chapter 259 ’Cowardly’ Su Bei_1
Su Bei led Nan Ji by the hand. He wore a black gauze robe underneath and a white tunic over it.
A night breeze whispered past, almost imperceptible, gently lifting his long robe. Their hair intertwined under the moonlight.
The burly man with the handlebar mustache, the leader of the group, squinted. Observing the couple’s fearless demeanor, his heart sank to the depths. In the business of robbery, what was most needed was vigilance—the ability to see and hear everything, keen eyesight above all.
Yet, seeing the stunningly beautiful woman with sparkling eyes and pearly white teeth, snuggling up to the man with a coquettish pout, he couldn’t help but gulp.
He himself possessed a Foundation Establishment cultivation, but no matter how he scrutinized the two, they didn’t show the slightest hint of cultivation.
Could they really be some clueless young masters from a prominent family who don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth?
His heart hardened. Casting aside all other considerations, he roared, "Though we engage in robbery, we have our code! Quickly hand over all your valuables!"
"Leave the woman, and you can go..."
The men behind him rubbed their large hands, their eyes glinting. Whistling, one of them laughed heartily, "Look, hehe, this little miss is even telling us to ’scram’."
"Isn’t that a Storage Ring? A big catch indeed!"
"There must be several thousand taels of Gold in there, right?"
Ji Nanjue’s phoenix eyes narrowed.
A chilling killing intent surged from her. Just as she was about to wave her hand and obliterate the band of Grass Bandits, a dazzlingly fierce light suddenly showered down from behind her and Su Bei.
CLANG—
The very next moment, a furious shout came from behind them, "You audacious Grass Bandits! How dare you commit robbery and extortion in Xiegu City?"
A figure in azure appeared in an instant, wielding a long spear. He moved like a startled swan’s fleeting shadow, incomparably dashing, his Spiritual Energy radiating outwards without restraint.
The mountain wind made his azure robes flutter. With his back to Su Bei and Ji Nanjue, he danced with his spear—
—exuding the aura of a heroic, peerless talent.
Seeing the man’s long spear, the Grass Bandits tensed, their eyes filled with panic and terror.
"Is that... Gu Qingfeng of the Gu Family?"
"Why is it him?"
Gu Qingfeng, his face a mask of righteousness, narrowed his eyes slightly. He held the long spear upright before him and declared coldly, "Since you know my name, Gu Qingfeng of Xiegu City, how dare you still cause trouble here?"
"Since I, Gu, have encountered this, then... go to hell!"
As his voice fell, he charged forward and clashed with the dozens of Grass Bandits.
Hmm...
The ’terrifying’ Spiritual Energy instantly pierced through a large tree nearby.
Su Bei and Ji Nanjue exchanged a glance, then, blinking, they smiled at each other.
"Looks like we’ve been rescued."
Green leaves rustled down, one after another.
The air grew thick with the scent of blood.
Su Bei and Ji Nanjue then sat on the pierced tree, hand in hand, watching the man in azure, their expressions gradually relaxing.
Suddenly, Su Bei understood why those masters who had attained Achieving Dao always liked to travel the world in disguise.
Could it be that they also enjoyed this sort of perverse pleasure?
"Hmm, Ji Baoer, Gu Qingfeng suddenly appeared. How come you didn’t notice him?"
Nan Ji hesitated for a moment, then, as if remembering something, she chuckled.
Under the moonlight, her eyes were as clear and bright as flawless, tranquil lapis lazuli.
"Maybe... because he’s too weak."
Gu Qingfeng strode forward. The long spear in his hand transformed into several illusory afterimages, imbued with his Spiritual Energy. In an instant, the Grass Bandits before him were sent sprawling, scattering in disarray. Only their leader, the man with the handlebar mustache, remained, clenching his teeth, his expression grim.
"Young Master Gu, must you meddle in this affair today?"
"Our First Steward, Wang Baiqiao, his cultivation is at the Late Stage Golden Core!"
Gu Qingfeng’s lips curled into a sneer. He said dismissively, "Late Stage Golden Core? My Gu Family is one of the Four Great Families of Xiegu City. What is there to fear?"
"Die! Taste my spear—"
His voice was resonant, suddenly imbued with an indomitable, heroic spirit.
WHOOSH—
The spear lunged.
The man with the handlebar mustache swung his Horse Knife horizontally, barely parrying Gu Qingfeng’s thrust. He stumbled back four or five steps before steadying himself, his eyes wide with shock. He muttered to himself,
How is this possible?
How could you possibly block my ’Fierce Heaven’ Saber?
I’m at the Late Stage Foundation Establishment!
To think this man, who had only just entered Foundation Establishment, possessed such strength!
Su Bei casually plucked a blade of grass and put it in his mouth. With his hands clasped behind his head, he whispered, "Ji Baoer, what kind of physique does this kid have?"
Ji Nanjue pondered for a moment. She turned her head to Su Bei, her phoenix eyes fixed on the blade of grass in his mouth.
"A Spear Spirit Body?"
Then, with a hint of distaste, she flicked the blade of grass from his mouth and carefully brushed away the specks from the corner of his lips, her shapely brows furrowed. "Don’t put random things in your mouth. If you do, you’re not allowed to kiss me."
Su Bei looked bewildered. He gazed at Nan Ji, thought for a moment, and then said, "You’ve put my... in your mouth before... and I didn’t complain..."
Ji Nanjue’s eyes instantly blazed with mortification and anger. A crimson blush spread from her snowy neck to her earlobes. She bit her lower lip tightly and, with slender, jade-like fingers, pinched Su Bei hard. "Su Dudu! Just you try getting anything from me in the future!"
Su Bei was speechless.
Gu Qingfeng flicked his long spear, shaking off the blood. Drops splattered onto the ground. He said coolly, "Then you can go to hell and figure it out."
"You die—"
Gu Qingfeng parried the incoming Horse Knife. He then advanced several steps, bringing him almost face-to-face with the man with the handlebar mustache. His spear, crackling with fierce Spiritual Energy, thrust towards the Grass Bandit leader’s heart, aiming to pierce it through.