All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 461 - 277 I Hate His Gentleness!! _1

Light and shadow intertwined, flickering around Qu Shui Pavilion.

A gentle breeze blew through, rustling softly.

The disciples of the Sword Sect had been fighting all day long atop the Great Hall of the Sword Sect, and now only a handful remained.

What shocked everyone was that, aside from the direct disciples of the peak elders, an outer sect disciple named Mo Fan had actually managed to stand his ground among the direct disciples.

It was said that this individual was an utterly ordinary person with no background to speak of, born in a remote town, who had reached this point purely through his own efforts, which was quite eye-catching indeed.

However, after the initial shock, everyone’s gaze moved away from Mo Fan—after all, there was nothing much to see in a so-called "small-town nobody."

"Sister Xiao is fighting Sister Mo!"

"My goodness, it’s hard to say which of Elder Su’s two direct disciples is stronger."

"It should be Sister Xiao; after all, she has trained for a longer time and is also Elder Su’s senior disciple."

"Elder Su treats all his disciples impartially, and Sister Mo only entered the sect a month later. Moreover, their realms and cultivation levels are quite similar..."

Atop the Great Hall, the two women faced each other, each holding a longsword that was nearly identical to the other’s.

The sun shone warmly over the Great Hall as Wenren Pingxin leaned lazily against the pavilion’s railing, smiling with interest at the two women on the platform, an empty spot conveniently beside her.

She had always silently observed these two disciples of Su Bei, and recently, she could distinctly sense an indescribable sentiment brewing between them.

As for which of the two was stronger, she herself held a bit of anticipation.

Just as she was about to switch to a more comfortable position, Dan Wulan approached, her purple dress carrying a refreshing breeze.

Sitting beside Wenren Pingxin, she glanced indifferently at everything in the pavilion before speaking softly, "Sister, I’m going to find him."

Following Dan Wulan, Dan Wuque hurried over, out of breath, her cowlick bobbing unsteadily. Da Bai was on Dan Wuque’s back, and she looked at Wenren Pingxin with pleading eyes.

Wenren Pingxin did not turn to look at them, her eyes still fixed on the platform. After a long moment, she spoke in a low voice, "What’s the hurry? So impatient now that you’ve heard news about him?"

"Do you think I would let you go out with everything in such chaos outside?"

There was no discernible expression on Dan Wulan’s face as she lightly lifted her hand, shoving away Dan Wuque, who had been leaning her head against her.

Dan Wuque pouted and smacked her lips in response.

"I’m merely informing my sister," Dan Wulan stated.

"And not seeking her advice."

Wenren Pingxin withdrew her gaze from the Great Hall and looked at Dan Wulan with an amused expression, then said, "I see you’re not looking for him."

"You want to find that woman named Nan Ji, right..."

Before Wenren Pingxin could finish speaking, she saw Dan Wulan’s body tremble slightly, her eyes fixated on the longsword at her waist, unblinking.

Soon after, one could distinctly feel the clouds inside the pavilion quiver sharply.

Her purple dress vanished into the sea of clouds, leaving only her shimmering hairpin ornaments visible.

Dan Wuque hugged her from behind, her cowlick swaying rapidly, laughing as she said, "Of course not! Sister knitted a long robe for Elder Su and wants to go see if it fits..."

"Right, Sister?"

Dan Wulan glanced back at her, her expression distant and pensive.

Wenren Pingxin sighed, reclining lazily, her body forming a beautiful curve. Her arm propped her up on the mat, her long, fair legs curled naturally before her, making her full chest seem even more prominent.

Then she looked at Dan Wulan meaningfully, as if hinting at something, and said, "Weren’t you prepared for this outcome all along?"

"Why are you so flustered, unable to stay calm?"

"Besides, wasn’t it for you that Su Bei went to South Country..."

Dan Wulan’s brows drew together, her eyes widening slightly as she looked down at the two women below, who were ready with their swords unsheathed. She let out a cold laugh and said softly, "Then he must be enjoying himself and has no wish to return to the Sword Sect."

"How nice it is in South Country, with Nan Ji to accompany him."

Her words were barely out when a sound was heard.

CLANG—

The longswords in the hall had been drawn.

Xiao Ruoching’s eyes met Mo Li’s, both filled with a resolute determination.

The Sword Maiden’s small hands clenched tightly, her expression clearly nervous, her complex gaze darting back and forth between the two combatants.

Even though she was not the one standing in the Great Hall, her heart was still full of concern.

These past few days, she had overheard the disputes between the two sisters, seemingly about their master, and this battle appeared to be tied to the outcome of their arguments.

Mo Li was dressed in light blue, wearing a pair of white embroidered shoes, her silver hair casually tied with a scarf.

Xiao Ruoching’s face was bare of makeup, her long hair tied back, her appearance unchanged. Her fingers gently slid across the blade of her sword, her eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke in a solemn tone, "Sister, it’s time to settle our longstanding dispute."

A clear light radiated from the sword’s edge, enveloping her as it gently rippled outward—her unique Great Dao Qi.

Mo Li was silent. She stepped half a pace forward, still wordless. With two fingers, she pointed to the heavens, then to the earth. After touching her brow, she slowly moved her hand to her chest and held it there.