All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 463 - 278: Sister, I’ve Done It with Him. _1

Chapter 463: Chapter 278: Sister, I’ve Done It with Him. _1
Sword Qi scattered wildly in a chaotic flurry, leaving dozens of deep, crisscrossed marks on the walls and floor of the great hall.
Mo Li propped herself up with her Longsword, her complexion somewhat pale, as she simply watched Xiao Ruoching.
The Longsword in Xiao Ruoching’s hands glowed with the luster of the Energy of Great Dao, with Daoist rhythms flowing over it. Almost simultaneously, Mo Li also drew her sword, its brilliance dazzling—a moment of splendid beauty.
The air between them rippled. After the sound of metal striking stone, both figures were thrown backward, crashing into a wall and shattering it.
BOOM!
Xiao Ruoching stood up from the rubble. Leaning on her Longsword for support, she watched Mo Li, who was expressionlessly walking towards her, her gaze fixed on Mo Li’s Longsword.
Mo Li remained silent for a moment before finally speaking,
"Salvation?"
"What will you use to save anyone? Don’t you understand by now? You are nothing but a tool."
"..."
Xiao Ruoching slowly straightened up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and softly said,
"So what if I’m a tool?"
"He alone treats me with tenderness."
Hearing those words of tenderness once more, Mo Li had never felt such frustration. She scoffed coldly, her voice suddenly booming like spring thunder.
Her figure blurred, and in an instant, she was in front of Xiao Ruoching, whose Longsword parried Mo Li’s attack.
Mo Li switched from a one-handed to a two-handed grip on her Longsword and thrust with all her might. Then, pressing her Sword Guard against Xiao Ruoching, she pushed her backward until Xiao Ruoching crashed into another wall.
"Enough!"
"Senior Sister, when will you wake up?"
"..."
Their faces were so close their fluttering eyelashes could touch.
The rising moon was a flawed, incomplete orb.
In the great hall, the two women faced each other. Silver hair seemed to rest softly on black-haired shoulders, like two combs brushing tirelessly. Perhaps only they knew in their hearts what this inevitable conflict truly signified.
Moonlight gently caressed them.
Xiao Ruoching swallowed the blood in her mouth. Her moon-white embroidered shoes peeked out from beneath her long skirt, and her three thousand strands of black hair flowed like water, coiling around her slender waist—just a handful to hold.
She looked at Mo Li calmly, executed a sword flourish, then pressed down with her Longsword, softly saying,
"Junior Sister, the one who needs to wake up is you..."
"I will always remember that night, bathed in moonlight as if it were water."
"His eyes don’t lie. He said he wanted to shield me from the hatred I couldn’t shake off."
"He did."
"I am no longer filled with hate... in any lifetime."
"..."
Her words, carried by the wind, reached only Mo Li’s ears.
At that very moment, Mo Li felt the Longsword in her hand tremble violently. Her Sword Qi began to quiver, and her body slid backward uncontrollably.
Xiao Ruoching lifted her thick lashes, her eyes clear and bright, a smile gracing her lips as she said,
"Junior Sister, whoever wishes to harm him..."
"He is my everything."
"..."
Xiao Ruoching spun the Longsword lightly in her hand, then her figure twirled gracefully, like a butterfly flitting through flowers.
Mo Li recognized this technique; she knew it well.
Dust abruptly rose and fell, and a nine-petaled lotus pattern appeared on the ground.
All the Disciples in the hall below gaped at the sight; even the older generation of the Sword Sect’s Direct Disciples were shocked by the scene.
Shangguan Wendao, who had been reclining on the ground, finally showed some interest. He watched the two in the hall thoughtfully and slowly said,
"These two girls are quite extraordinary."
"Comprehending Sword Four at their age? Even Su Bei couldn’t do that..."
"..."
In the great hall, Spiritual Energy surged furiously.
All eyes could only see the two Longswords in their hands, crossing and dancing wildly like a chaotic bloom of a hundred flowers, new marks continuously appearing on both blades. Mo Li, wielding her Longsword, fought as she retreated more than ten yards.
Sword Qi surged, followed by countless intertwining threads of Sword Qi forming a net, carving trenches into the ground.
Sword Four, also known as ’Knowing With Whom to Stand,’ was famed for creating an inescapable celestial net of Sword Qi. Its power lay in forming this vast celestial net from Sword Qi. Within its coverage, be it living beings or inanimate objects, anything unable to withstand the Sword Qi would live or die at the wielder’s will.
Although neither could create a sword net that enveloped the entire sky like Su Bei, covering the great hall was well within their capabilities.
The same Sword Four, comprehended on the same day.
Brilliant sword light flashed, instantly illuminating the hall under the night sky.
Drawing the sword allows one to strike faster; striking faster is to catch the opponent off guard.
WHOOSH—
CLANG—
DRIP.
The slanted moon shone over the hall, and the white stone seemed to come alive, painted a vibrant crimson brighter than blood.
A drop of blood slowly slid from the tip of Xiao Ruoching’s Longsword; its sound was surprisingly distinct in the quiet hall.
Xiao Ruoching held her Longsword over her shoulder with one hand. The gleaming blade reflected her profile as a trickle of blood flowed slowly along its edge, finally dripping from the tip to the ground.
DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.
Mo Li stared in disbelief at the Longsword piercing her shoulder and at the small pool of blood forming on the ground.
I lost.
Why did I lose to her?
Xiao Ruoching sheathed her Longsword, then reached out and embraced Mo Li’s waist.
She rested her head gently on Mo Li’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of her hair.