All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 670: ._2

A gentle breeze brushed Su Bei's face as his gaze pierced through the lingering fog, over the layers of green mountains, straight to the winding path lined with osmanthus and willow trees.

For a moment, his thoughts drifted far away, his chest suddenly filled with a sense of openness.

The stone paths amidst the mountains had a thin layer of fallen leaves scattered across them.

As he walked for a while, Su Bei saw a statue towering dozens of meters tall.

It depicted a man holding a sword in one hand, surrounded by three longswords, gazing up at the sky. In front of him lay countless offerings.

Su Bei opened his mouth, not in awe of the statue's grandeur, but slightly embarrassed. He hadn't expected to witness the scene of himself being honored with offerings one day?

Some clear voices came from down the mountain. Su Bei didn't avoid them and reached out to grab and eat the 'offerings' placed in front of his statue.

"Isn't it Junior Sister's turn to clean the path to the Sword Tomb today? Why hasn't she come?" a man dressed in a blue and white sword robe muttered, his hands behind his head and a blade of grass between his teeth.

"She seemed to have found the opportunity to break through to the Golden Core Realm today and asked me to take over for a bit," the woman beside him gently replied.

"Do you know? Last time, Wang Xiao brought roasted chicken to worship at the Supreme Elder's statue, asking for blessings to find a partner. Guess what happened?"

"He got together with Liu Xiaoya from Red Dust Peak when he returned! Tsk tsk, truly effective!"

"Ouch, why did you hit me?" The man looked puzzled at the woman beside him, rubbing his head.

"Don't talk nonsense in front of the Supreme Elder's statue. If it weren't for the Supreme Elder stepping forward during that era of scarce Spiritual Energy, blocking those Heavenly Cultivators, where would we be today..." With her hands on her hips and cheeks puffed out, the woman spoke indignantly.

"Alright, alright, I get it. I'm not disrespecting the Supreme Elder," the man grumbled, shaking his head impatiently. Then, his expression lit up with excitement at another thought. "Nowadays, with Spiritual Energy enveloping the heavens and so many new Sects emerging, some insignificant small sects even dared to challenge the reputation of our Number One Sect in the World a few days ago – they were sent packing with a single strike by Elder Xiao..."

"I know about that. It's all just hype."

"Sigh, but that's No-Sword Peak of the Sword Sect, home to four esteemed elders!"

"I was reading an unofficial history of the Sword Sect. It said that back in the day, the Supreme Elder's No-Sword Peak was the weakest peak in the entire Sword Sect..."

The woman giggled. "You believe in unofficial histories? I recently read a book claiming the Supreme Elder didn't practice cultivation at all back then and even raised pigs on No-Sword Peak. Once, Elder Xiao even burned down the Supreme Elder's pigsty – that's even funnier than your story."

"Nowadays, there are too many irresponsible tabloids, all making stuff up just to sell more."

"But that's No-Sword Peak, the sacred land of cultivation in the hearts of all Sword Sect cultivators. If I could become a disciple of No-Sword Peak, I wouldn't mind being a mere handyman..."

The man glanced at the woman, scoffing, "You think you're Sword Elder? Looking at the history of the entire Sword Sect, perhaps only Sword Elder climbed up from being a humble handyman—a first throughout the ages. You would find it difficult to even become an Inner Sect Disciple..."

"Enough, let's focus on cleaning the Sword Tomb," she chided.

The man stopped walking and suddenly asked, "What do you think the Supreme Elder would be like if he were still alive?"

White clouds drifted leisurely, surrounding the area. The sunlight shone upon the mighty statue and upon the white-haired man wolfing down the offerings in front of it.

Su Bei sat with his legs crossed, stuffing pastries into his mouth while pricking up his ears to listen to the conversation of the Sword Sect Disciples.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself. Had he slept through several centuries? Had his handful of good-for-nothing disciples all become elders?

Lost in thought, he suddenly heard the disciples mention him and stopped stuffing pastries into his mouth.

The man stood tall and proud, tears forming in his eyes as he looked up at the towering statue, speaking from the depths of his heart, "It would undoubtedly be an era where sword cultivators command the heavens! One sword to conquer half the world!!"

"It's said that the Supreme Elder was so handsome back then he didn't seem human. Otherwise, why would those other Supreme Elders always hold such fond memories of Elder Su?"

"Shh—you shouldn't talk such nonsense."

"What nonsense? Elder Su, even now, would surely be imposingly handsome and distinguished, wise and resourceful, a crane among chickens, possessing both talent and looks, dignified and imposing, refined and courteous, a man of striking appearance and extraordinary talent, truly exceptional..."

"PFFT—"

A sudden burst of laughter interrupted the man's words. Frowning, he turned toward the source of the sound, only to see a strange man sitting underneath the statue that he regarded as a matchmaker, heartily eating the offerings on it.

"How dare you! Who are you to touch the offerings of the Supreme Elder!?"

The group all noticed the man and, watching his actions, scolded loudly. The woman furrowed her brows tightly, her hand already reaching for the longsword at her waist.

"Impudent—"

"This is great disrespect towards the Supreme Elder!"

"Which peak are you from? State your name!"

"..."

Su Bei wiped the pastry crumbs from his lips and then slowly rose to his feet, smiling gently at them.

Atop White Cloud Peak, the red sun cast its light on the verdant pines, warming the wilds.

"Is there a rule in the Sect that forbids eating the Supreme Elder's offerings?"

A few Sword Sect Disciples exchanged glances, stumped by Su Bei's question. For a moment, the words they wanted to say were choked back, confusion in their eyes. Indeed, the Sect had no rule forbidding the consumption of the Supreme Elder's offerings... it was just that no one had ever done so over the years.

"That... that's still not allowed!"

"It's the Supreme Elder we're talking about, such a heroic figure—how can you tarnish and belittle him like this?"

"Come with us to the Enforcement Hall!"

The woman bit her lip, eyeing the man before her. He had a head of withered, white hair, white eyebrows, and a face etched with the marks of time. Though he appeared young, he bore the weariness of advanced old age. So suspicious!!

She drew her longsword and shouted at the man before her, "Don't move!"

Su Bei laughed nonchalantly and spoke to them, "Your Supreme Elder, actually, isn't such a remarkable figure." Then he sighed deeply, a sense of resigned loss in his voice, "He's just an utterly failed master, a loser who couldn't even protect his own woman."

"..."

The male disciple's brows furrowed instantly. He unsheathed his longsword and said coldly, "How dare you insult the Supreme Elder! Who sent you to do this?"

"..."

Su Bei looked at the pine trees rising through the clouds, his somewhat murky eyes faintly regarding the group and their drawn longswords. Then, he gently took a step forward.

With that one step, he was already beside them. He quietly said, "Your Supreme Elder once said there's no need to regard him as a hero. This glorification is too much."

"..."

The group instantly broke out in a cold sweat. Without the slightest awareness on their part, the white-haired man had already appeared behind them. Then, they felt the longswords they were gripping tightly being steadily pushed back into their sheaths by an unseen force.

"Swords are not meant to be drawn against those of your own Sect... Ah, yes, and one more thing."

Su Bei smiled and then vanished into the ether. "Those offerings are edible. You should try them; they taste quite good..."

Only a few Sword Sect Disciples were left standing in place, unsettled and bewildered.

An unnamed fragrance drifted by leisurely, as wild geese sliced through the expanse of the sky.