All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 458 - 274: Want to see me? Roll in here. _2

Chapter 458: Chapter 274: Want to see me? Roll in here. _2
Chu Tiankuo’s complexion darkened, having been humiliated by this old Gu Family fellow in front of all of Xiegu City. He forcefully suppressed the fury in his heart.
But the thought of the powerful figure behind him brought a measure of calm.
With that personage supporting me, what do I have to fear? The Gu Family is a trivial matter. A distinguished guest? It must be a bluff.
Chu Tiankuo gently fanned himself with the Folding Fan in his hand, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"A distinguished guest?" he scoffed. "Heh... It seems Gu Family Master won’t give up until he’s faced with utter despair."
"As a junior, I have always respected Uncle Gu as an elder and had no wish for things to turn sour between us like this," Chu Tiankuo continued. "However, it appears Uncle Gu is still clinging to false hope..."
As Chu Tiankuo finished speaking, he nodded to a Chu Family elder behind him.
The middle-aged man understood, stepped forward, and said scornfully, "It seems the Gu Family Master is still unaware of the kind of power he’s up against! Let me tell you the truth: the personage behind our Chu Family could obliterate your Gu Family from Xiegu City with a mere flick of their finger. Our Young Master is highly regarded by this personage. Considering the past ties between our families, we’ll give you one chance to survive today."
The surrounding cultivators gasped, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at Chu Tiankuo.
Obliterate the Gu Family with a flick of a finger? Such a powerful being has taken an interest in Chu Tiankuo? What are their origins? Could they be from one of the Ten Great Sects?
"COUGH."
A faint, raspy cough came from the carriage behind the Chu Family members. "Quiet."
A chill ran down Chu Tiankuo’s spine. He realized that this personage did not wish to be publicly known. He hastily bowed deeply towards the carriage, his voice full of apology, "My Lord."
But as the mysterious man spoke, a deathly, suffocating stillness instantly filled the air. It felt as if everyone was caught in a summer downpour, struggling to breathe under the oppressive weight. Even the flames of the lanterns in front of the Gu Family’s gate seemed to shrink, their light receding until it only illuminated a few inches around the wicks.
"In that case, this old one is also quite eager to meet this distinguished guest the Gu Family Master speaks of..." The raspy voice emerged from the carriage again.
A terrifying aura immediately followed, enveloping the area.
Watching this unfold, Gu Nan subconsciously took a step back, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
If what Chu Tiankuo said is true, and the Chu Family has indeed allied with such an existence, then effortlessly annihilating the Gu Family is likely no idle boast...
His expression grew solemn as he stared intently at the nearby carriage, his mind racing, searching for a countermeasure.
Some of the more timid onlookers even began to retreat, fearing the Gu Family was doomed today.
"Allow this old one... to go and inform that... personage..." Gu Nan stammered.
「...」
Inside the courtyard, Su Bei stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the distant green mountains with a serene smile.
Beside him, Gu Qingfeng kept his head lowered, his face etched with nervousness. He watched Su Bei’s every move intently, afraid of missing the slightest detail.
After a moment, Su Bei sighed softly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he peered into the misty expanse. He then spoke slowly to Nan Ji, "Ji Baoer, have you sensed it?"
Ji Nanjue nodded subtly, her eyes shifting as she murmured, "Evil Qi..."
For some reason, perhaps influenced by ’that other self,’ Su Bei found himself fascinated by observing the myriad expressions of mortals: panic, anxiety, a countenance as still as deep water, or the assured look of one holding a winning hand, as unmovable as a mountain. He couldn’t help but try to discern the deeper thoughts hidden behind each face.
He glanced lightly at Gu Qingfeng beside him and said calmly, "You seem quite composed."
"I rather like that about you."
Compared to Chu Tiankuo outside, this Gu Qingfeng has the potential to go much further. Even if his heart is in turmoil and he feels fear, at least his expression shows no sign of conceding defeat.
"Only one with the depth of a fortress and the strategic complexity of mountains and rivers can face a collapsing mountain without a change in expression. This is true composure in the face of great events."
"In this regard, Zi Jun, you’ve done much better than your three senior martial sisters."
Li Zijun bit her lip lightly, an indescribable desolation in the depths of her eyes.
The Master I once knew... it feels like he’s returning.
"Thank you for your praise, Master," Li Zijun replied with a slight nod.
Su Bei watched Li Zijun thoughtfully, then suddenly spoke close to her ear, "Disciple, you seem to be afraid of me?"
My current insight is worlds apart from what it used to be; I can easily sense even the slightest change. I can clearly tell that Li Zijun’s attitude towards me has shifted considerably compared to a few days ago.
Li Zijun lowered her head, suppressing the turmoil in her heart. A gentle smile touched her lips. "No matter what Master becomes, Zi Jun will still love Master."
Su Bei smiled, then glanced at Gu Qingfeng. "Gu Qingfeng, your father wants you to switch to practicing the Sword Dao and become a so-called Sword Cultivator. Tell me, then, what is a Sword Cultivator? What defines one?"
Gu Qingfeng, walking behind Su Bei, gazed at the master’s white hair that cascaded down to his waist. He took a deep breath and, after a moment of thought, replied, "In Gu Qingfeng’s heart, a Sword Cultivator should be one who can forge a sword from their very breath. With a wave of their hand, swords should fall like rain. They should be able to ride a sword to soar above the Nine Heavens, and with sword in hand, walk unparalleled throughout the world. A Sword Cultivator... is awe-inspiring!"
Ji Nanjue watched Su Bei.
I don’t know if I prefer the Su Bei of now or the Su Bei of before. The previous Su Bei, though occasionally childish, always acted with gentleness, and he clearly left a deeper impression on my heart. But I also know that this current Su Bei is closer to the one I’ve always hoped for. That steadfastness is now tempered with a hint of gentleness.
Without turning around, Su Bei reached back and took Li Zijun’s hand. He squinted as he looked towards the main gate of the Gu Family residence and chuckled, "Well said. A Sword Cultivator is indeed imposing."
The scene that unfolded next made Gu Qingfeng’s eyes widen. He held his breath, determined to etch every detail into his memory.
Su Bei, the Sword Box on his back, his white hair streaming and white robes billowing, stopped a hundred zhang from the Gu Family’s main gate. He then slammed the Sword Box he had been carrying onto the ground before him.
BOOM—
The Sword Box striking the ground created a ring of cracks, and simultaneously, ripples of invisible Spiritual Energy spread outwards. A howling sword-wind swept through, sending the roof tiles of nearby houses CLATTERING loudly.
"Zi Jun," Su Bei said, "although I am teaching this technique to Qingfeng, you must also remember it well. Today, I, your Master, will show you what a Sword Cultivator truly is."
Li Zijun’s eyes flickered as she gazed at Su Bei, reminiscent of their first meeting in a past life.
「...」
Gu Nan took a deep breath. Just as he was about to turn and inform Su Bei of the situation, before he could even move—
CLANG—
The crisp ring of a sword reverberated throughout Xiegu City.
Then, a young man’s voice, deceptively casual, drifted from deep within the Gu Family residence, "You wish to see me? Then roll yourselves in."
Across the entire sky, a single Sword Shadow appeared. The next moment, there were two, then four, then eight... until countless Sword Shadows materialized, multiplying progressively.
On this day, every cultivator in the bustling Xiegu City, and indeed all those within a hundred-li radius, witnessed a sight they would never forget.
Myriad Sword Shadows filled the firmament, so densely packed they blotted out the sky. Two among them, intertwined, soared upwards, piercing through the azure vault.
Inside the carriage, the Evil Cultivator stared in terror at the scene, instantly enveloped by the horrifying aura.
"Who... Who is he?" he stammered. "Su... Su Bei!!??"
Before his words had even faded, a deluge descended from the heavens.
A great rain fell upon Xiegu City.
A rain of swords!
This technique was Sword Four.
Li Zijun’s lips parted as she murmured to herself, "To know... with whom I stand."