All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 464 - 278: Sister, I’ve Done It with Him. _2

Chapter 464: Chapter 278: Sister, I’ve Done It with Him. _2
The two embraced, and Xiao Ruoching murmured in her ear, "Junior Sister, he is my redemption."
"Give up revenge. Come back to your Senior Sister’s side. Together we can stop him..."
"..."
On Mo Li’s shoulder, the still-warm blood quickly soaked through the white cloth, turning the snow-white crimson, eerily reminiscent of proud red plums in the cold, snowy landscape.
Mo Li gently wrapped her arms around Xiao Ruoching’s waist and replied faintly, "I’ve lost."
"I will naturally honor the promise we made before."
"Then Senior Sister will forgive everything Junior Sister did before, right?"
"..."
Xiao Ruoching took a long breath, her eyes gentle as she gazed at Mo Li, grateful that her efforts over this period had not been in vain.
There had been some friction between them before, but after learning each other’s identities, all of that no longer mattered.
Xiao Ruoching’s lips curved into a beautiful arc. Reaching out to touch Mo Li’s silver hair, she said, "Of course, it’s all wiped clean."
"..."
Mo Li lowered her head in silence for a while.
Out of Xiao Ruoching’s sight, the corner of her mouth suddenly curved.
Then, she leaned close to Xiao Ruoching’s ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Senior Sister."
"He and I, we did it."
"..."
Xiao Ruoching’s body trembled violently, her smile freezing on her face. She stared at Mo Li incredulously, as if trying to find the answer she sought in her eyes.
In those pupils was a deep shadow, and she could feel her very resolve begin to crack at that moment.
Did it??
Which ’did it’?
Then Senior Sister will forgive everything Junior Sister did before, right?
All wiped clean???
Mo Li sheathed her Longsword and covered the wound on her shoulder. Her silver pupils glanced at Xiao Ruoching, then gazed at the moon above with significant meaning, and said, "Senior Sister, your heart is in turmoil."
"It is Junior Sister who has won."
...
Wenren Pingxin stretched lazily, then looked at the two women who had descended from the grand hall, a faint smile tugging at her lips as unknown thoughts crossed her mind.
After a while, Wenren Pingxin finally collected her thoughts and turned to Dan Wulan, who was beside her, and said, "Junior Sister, you want to go find him, don’t you?"
"Then you shall lead the team this time to Finger Immortal City, Buckle Immortal Gate, and the Ascension Road."
"..."
She paused, then added a few more words, "Mm, you’re still injured. Make sure not to get into disputes with others, do you hear me?"
Dan Wulan, however, seemed not to have heard Wenren Pingxin’s instructions. She stood up, gathered her skirt, revealing her dark purple embroidered shoes—her feet so delicate they seemed as if they could be held in one hand—and, pulling Dan Wuque along, walked towards No-Sword Peak.
Wenren Pingxin shook her head and sighed.
She felt her authority as a Senior Sister diminishing.
Silently watching the increasingly full moon, the shadow in her heart seemed to become clearer.
I wonder if he can see such a bright moon...
...
「South Wind Ancient Country, Empty Cicada Lake.」
The courtyard was filled with pear trees in full bloom, their branches laden with snowy blossoms. Encircled by the pear groves stood an elegant pavilion, open to the wind on all four sides. A gentle breeze wafted through, carrying waves of pure fragrance.
Low tables were set, covered with white reed mats embroidered with orchids.
"Your servant greets Your Majesty."
"No need for formalities!"
The South Emperor helped the Confucian Sage up, then stepped back slightly, squinting to observe the man before him. The Sage wore an Azure Crown, a white inner robe, and a matching wide outer robe. Bathed in sunlight, a smile graced his lips, his face exuding a gentle radiance.
"Let’s continue inside!"
The South Emperor, leading the Confucian Sage, walked towards the pavilion. The attendants, not permitted to enter, could only wait outside.
「Inside the pavilion.」
As the two sat opposite each other and exchanged a few pleasantries, the South Emperor commanded his servants to present a gift. A guard bowed deeply as he entered, holding out a gift list.
The Confucian Sage casually scanned it, accepted the gift, and said humorously, "Your Majesty is truly spoiling this old servant."
"What brings Your Majesty to this humble abode today?"
The South Emperor arched an eyebrow, then, squinting with a smile, said, "Hahaha, surely the State Preceptor welcomes Us?"
"Can We not visit if there is nothing specific?"
As he spoke, he eyed the fresh tea and remarked, "It’s been a long time since We last tasted tea prepared by the State Preceptor..."
"Brew it quickly!"
The Confucian Sage naturally understood the implications of the South Emperor’s visit.
He had a rough idea about the South Emperor’s actions over the years but still didn’t fully comprehend the reasons behind them.
Picking up the clay teapot, he first stroked each of the tea vessels, a familiar touch.
Then he pinched the new tea leaves, dropped them into the clay pot, and waited for the water to emit a series of soft popping sounds before holding the pot over the water.
He dipped it just slightly onto the water’s surface before lifting the pot, tilting it with three slight nods to transfer the tea leaves into the bowl.
Then he ladled more water.
Boiling!
The lifted water carried a light fragrance—not strong, not intense, just perfect!
Pour the tea!
The tea brewing was a display of fluid grace. The South Emperor, squinting, clapped his hands and said, "We have two great pleasures in life: one is watching plays, and the other is this tea ceremony."
"Although We have seen it many times, the State Preceptor’s tea brewing is still astonishing..."
The Confucian Sage smiled amiably. With each dip of the clay teapot, several droplets of water rolled from the spout, wetting the tea leaves at the bottom of the bowl. After nine dips, the teacup was about seven-tenths full.
The fragrance of tea already filled the entire Empty Cicada Lake thatched cottage, captivating the senses of everyone around.
Just then, a noise came from the surface of Empty Cicada Lake.
The South Emperor’s brows furrowed slightly. He turned his head and saw a huge Silver Dragon emerge from the lake’s surface. It then transformed into a girl, who walked barefoot towards the hall and asked, "Old man, what are you brewing that smells so good?"
"Let me have a taste."
The Confucian Sage was momentarily taken aback before he pushed the bowl towards the girl. Watching the South Emperor with a chuckle, he said, "A friend’s child. She now calls me ’teacher’."
The South Emperor looked at the Confucian Sage meaningfully and uttered a rather cryptic comment, "The State Preceptor truly has friends in every corner of the world..."
Just then, a guard rushed towards the South Emperor and whispered something in his ear.
The South Emperor’s expression fluctuated, but then his furrowed brow gradually relaxed. He waved his hand to dismiss the guard and, looking at the Confucian Sage, said, "The State Preceptor is indeed worthy of the title..."
"We will not accompany the State Preceptor for tea today. Hahaha, let us, monarch and minister, continue another day!"
"..."
Saying this, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked out of the pavilion.
The Confucian Sage did not rise, his gaze lowered to the tea leaves at the bottom of the bowl.
He knew that at this moment, his relationship with the South Emperor was irrevocably broken.
Playing with the teacup in his hand, he murmured to himself, "
Is that Supreme truly you?
"
"
My Emperor...
"
Ao Yue hopped onto a stool, held the teacup with both hands, and drank it all in one go, letting out a contented belch.
Then, casting a sideways glance at the Confucian Sage, she said, "That old man just now was the South Emperor?"
"He doesn’t seem all that impressive, does he?"
"..."
The Confucian Sage shook his head with a wry smile.
Then, opening the gift list, he muttered, "
Fifty Buckle Immortal Tokens?
"
"
Quite generous...
"
The moonlit night was as quiet as a departed soul; the spring insects were silent.
...
WHOOSH—
Three streaks of light moved swiftly across the sky.
Su Bei’s eyes focused on the dense fog before him, and he let out a long sigh, "We’ve lost him after all."
Then, as if a thought struck him, he turned back to look at Ji Nanjue and asked, "Ji Baoer, what realm would you say that person’s cultivation is?"
"How does it compare to yours?"
"..."
Ji Nanjue shook her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she replied, "I fear he is stronger, not weaker."
After a moment of silence, she voiced her doubts, "When did the Twenty-One Provinces produce so many highly skilled cultivators?"
"From the attack just now, that person’s techniques weren’t like those of the Evil Cultivators we’ve encountered. If I had to describe it, it felt more like they switched to this style of cultivation partway through, rather than being trained in it from the start..."
Su Bei lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought, then responded, "Like those cultivators from the Blade Sect?"
"Speaking of which, that Thunder Method... I’ve crossed swords with people from the Dao Sect and Wuhua Palace before. It resembled their Thunder Method more..."
"..."