All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 474 - 283: Senior Sister, Is the Sword Maiden Completely Worthless?_2

Chapter 474: Chapter 283: Senior Sister, Is the Sword Maiden Completely Worthless?_2
Xiao Ruoching felt somewhat at a loss.
Her mind constantly imagined what her Master would do if he were here now.
She touched the girl’s head as gently as she could, asking, "Are you upset about something?"
Overwhelmed, the Sword Maiden’s attempt to hold back her tears abruptly collapsed. She started crying, gently clutching Xiao Ruoching’s red cloak.
Xiao Ruoching slowly squatted down and instinctively pulled the Sword Maiden into an embrace, patting her back and helping her emotions gradually settle.
"Elder Sister, is Sword Maiden completely useless?"
"Is Sword Maiden truly detestable?"
The Sword Maiden gradually recovered, her eyes listless as she looked at Xiao Ruoching.
Xiao Ruoching was somewhat surprised, unsure why she would suddenly ask such a question. "How could anyone despise the Sword Maiden?"
The Sword Maiden looked up at Xiao Ruoching, her face etched with guilt. "The Sword Maiden’s cultivation is low. Master accepted the Sword Maiden as a Disciple, yet she’s not even comparable to ordinary Disciples. And she also took up one of everyone’s spots for nothing..."
"And everyone says the Sword Maiden only knows how to cry for sympathy, acting pitiful."
"But the Sword Maiden has really tried very hard to practice the sword, yet her cultivation doesn’t increase..."
Her eyes were slightly red and swollen, tear tracks streaking her beautiful, petite face, making her look especially pitiable.
Xiao Ruoching’s eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke softly, "Everyone?"
Before she had finished speaking, they heard the crisp ring of a sword not far away.
CLANG—
Xiao Ruoching and the Sword Maiden subconsciously turned to look in that direction.
...
Fat Zhang was speaking when, for some reason, the previously noisy surroundings gradually grew quiet.
For a moment, only the whistling wind could be heard. Fat Zhang blinked, as if realizing something, and instinctively looked behind him.
Silver hair fluttered in the air. An exceptionally beautiful face showed no emotion. A black cape billowed in the wind, one hand resting on the Longsword at her waist as she walked directly toward him.
Fat Zhang swallowed hard and instinctively took a step back. He looked around; everyone had their heads bowed, silent.
"Why have you stopped talking?"
Mo Li stepped forward, her Longsword already unsheathed, her piercing eyes looking down at him.
Fat Zhang took a deep breath, gazing at her dream-like features. Although instinctively fearful, the thought that he hadn’t spoken any falsehoods emboldened him. He stepped forward and declared, "Everything I’ve said is from the heart!"
"Everyone here has grievances; it was just me, Fat Zhang, who dared to voice them. So what if I say it again?"
"That Sword Maiden is simply not worthy of being Elder Su’s Direct Disciple!"
He even puffed out his chest, as if to further bolster his courage.
Mo Li lowered her gaze, a trace of amusement playing on her lips. "Not worthy? And you are?"
Those words instantly left Fat Zhang speechless, his face turning crimson.
"Senior Sister Mo Li, don’t think you can be so reckless just because you have high cultivation and a strong background!" Fat Zhang retorted.
"Elder Su once said, ’Never draw your sword on fellow Disciples.’"
"And... today I, Fat Zhang, am standing up for Senior Brother Mo Fan!"
...
As his words landed, Mo Fan, hidden in the crowd, stared at Fat Zhang in utter bewilderment and disbelief.
Am I being dragged into this for no reason?
Mo Li glanced at Mo Fan with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, then turned to the crowd of Sword Sect Disciples, forcefully thrusting her Longsword into the deck of the airship.
Her smile vanished abruptly. "Not draw your sword on fellow Disciples?" she said coldly.
"You remember that well enough. Now let me ask all of you, every single one: what is the sentence that comes *before* that one from Elder Su? What is the creed of our Sword Sect?!"
A Disciple bit his lip and then murmured softly, "Those who enter the gates of our Sword Sect, regardless of their background or origin, shall be treated equally by the Sword Sect..."
Mo Li’s silver eyes flashed with an inscrutable light as she sharply rebuked, "What about the rest of you? Have you all forgotten?"
The crowd shivered, then exchanged glances before repeating in unison, "Whoever enters the gates of the Sword Sect, regardless of their background or origin, is treated with equal respect by the Sword Sect!!"
Their voices echoed across the airship, followed by a profound silence.
Mo Li turned her head to look at Fat Zhang, her eyes narrowed as she said, "Go apologize to the Sword Maiden."
Fat Zhang clenched his large hands tightly, his eyes brimming with unwillingness. Just then, Mo Fan, who had been hiding behind him, stepped forward with a peacemaker’s smile. "Senior Sister Mo Li, let’s just let this matter go. Please, grant your Junior Brother some face..."
Since Fat Zhang had implied he was standing up for me, I couldn’t just shrink back and ignore it. Morally and rationally, I should step forward. Besides, Senior Sister Mo Li often glances in my direction. Although her gaze is a bit chilling, perhaps that’s just her usual demeanor? Deep down, she must appreciate me, right?
Mo Li’s silver hair billowed in the wind. Her gaze was lowered towards Mo Fan, the shadow cast by her hair obscuring her eyes, from which only two faint silver glimmers could be seen. "Give *you* face?"
"Are *you* worthy?"
As Mo Li’s words fell, all the Disciples grew unsettled, looking at Mo Fan with doubt in their eyes.
What’s going on? Doesn’t Senior Sister Mo Li admire Senior Brother Mo Fan? Why would she say something like that? Could it be that everyone guessed wrong?
The smile on Mo Fan’s face froze. A flicker of darkness crossed his eyes before his smile faded completely. He said indifferently, "Whether I’m worthy or not isn’t for Senior Sister Mo Li to decide."
"In my opinion, Senior Sister Mo Li is being rather aggressive."
"Allow me to offer you a piece of advice, Senior Sister: don’t be too arrogant. Don’t bully..."
...
Before he could finish, another voice interjected from nearby, "Don’t bully the youth for being poor?"
Xiao Ruoching, while gently wiping the tears from the Sword Maiden’s eyes, remarked, "Our Master has indeed said that before..."
Then she rose, took the Sword Maiden by the hand, and walked towards the crowd. Her gaze deliberately avoided Mo Li as she looked coolly at Mo Fan and said, "It seems this Junior Brother has quite lofty aspirations."
Despite their many disagreements, and even though Xiao Ruoching’s relationship with Mo Li had completely fractured recently over Mo Li’s comment about ’doing it with him,’ this didn’t cause either of them to hesitate when it came to the Sword Maiden. One issue was separate from another. Perhaps, in both their hearts, this mute, gentle, and frail girl served as a potential bridge to mend their strained relationship?
All eyes instantly focused on Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li. Amidst everyone’s stares, the Sword Maiden, panicked like a startled bird, hid behind Xiao Ruoching.
Mo Fan’s expression flickered.
He didn’t want to antagonize these two. After all, within the Sword Sect, Elder Su was a transcendent figure. As his Disciples, their power was naturally formidable; even ordinary stewards had to treat them with utmost courtesy. However, many Sword Sect Disciples were present, and they now seemed to implicitly look to him as their leader. If he backed down at this moment, he feared he wouldn’t leave a good impression on them. Although this matter had nothing to do with him—he was just caught in the crossfire—he really couldn’t retreat now.
"I wouldn’t dare presume such a thing," Mo Fan said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "It seems Elder Su’s Disciples are indeed very united..."
"However, I do have a question. Why is it that in the Sword Sect, someone with weak cultivation and poor talent can take up one of our spots, and yet no one is allowed to say anything about it?"
"All my fellow Disciples are here. Today, I, Mo Fan, truly wish to get a clear answer."
"What? In the Sword Sect, can Elder Su truly hide the sky with one hand? Do his Disciples also possess such privileges?"
...
Mo Li watched him calmly.
Indeed, this Mo Fan was no different from how he was in her previous life. He skillfully incited the crowd, positioning himself on the side of righteousness, and his words subtly rallied many Sword Sect Disciples to a common cause against a perceived injustice.
Behind Xiao Ruoching, the Sword Maiden tugged hard at her clothes. Her heart pounded with increasing panic and fear as she watched the farce, for which she was the cause, about to escalate.
As Mo Fan finished speaking, the Sword Sect Disciples seemed to have been injected with a stimulant. They exchanged glances, and finally, one Disciple stepped forward, positioning himself behind Mo Fan.
"I, Yang Deyu, refuse to accept this! Today, I also demand a clear explanation!"