All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 730 - 395: Have you seen a silver-haired woman with a white-haired man passing by here?_1

Su Bei's hands subconsciously braced against his knees as he stared blankly at Mo Li before him.

The loose-collared gown revealed her tender, white, slender neck, and her cherry-red lips further accentuated the fairness of her rouged cheeks. Yet, she did not possess the enchanting charm of other women; instead, she exuded an air of brisk efficiency.

If one looked directly at her, her pride was so intense it could make one's heart palpitate. Yet, only when she faced him could he sense that subtle, inadvertent tenderness.

"Truly beautiful."

Mo Li chuckled, then gently raised a finger, its tip brushing across her cheek, wiping away a hint of crimson.

She gazed into Su Bei's eyes, lifted his chin, and spoke, her voice as delicate as an orchid, carrying a slightly intoxicating fragrance from the sugar cubes left behind, "Where does your disciple look beautiful?"

Su Bei took a deep breath, gathered her cascading silver hair with his hands, and then, under her dazed gaze, gently tied it into a ponytail.

"This suits you, my Li Er..."

"GIGGLE, GIGGLE."

Mo Li turned her head away, naturally entwining her arm in his. It might have been Su Bei's illusion, but her cheeks seemed even redder than the rouge.

—The beauty seemed intoxicated, her face flushed with a rosy tint.

She smiled and said, "Master, let's continue strolling..."

「...」

A small town lay over a thousand li outside Xia Shui Pass.

Threads of autumn rain tapped against the eaves and splashed onto the stone walls, scattering like flower petals. The entire town was hidden in a misty veil of drizzle.

The autumn rain, mingled with flakes of snow, dampened the old bluestone paths. Once soaked, they revealed a pure, deep blue. Fine rain threaded down like the autumn wind rustling dry leaves. On this day, Dao City saw the arrival of three women.

Armed with swords, they were Sword Cultivators.

The three were all veiled, their faces hidden. However, their exposed eyes and graceful figures alone were enough to captivate the city upon their entrance, attracting everyone's gaze.

But in these turbulent times, especially as they neared the border region between King Zhenbei and King Fuzhong, it was not unusual for people from the Cultivation World to arrive. The townsfolk continued to busy themselves with their work, at most sparing them a few extra glances.

The trio was none other than Xiao Ruoching, the Sword Maiden, and Li Zijun, who had been chasing Su Bei all the way here. After walking some distance, they saw an inn with plenty of vacancies and went straight in to sit down.

Xiao Ruoching wiped the raindrops from her forehead, turned to look at the other two, and said, "Let's rest here for a while. Senior Sister, go see if you can find out any news."

After days of relentless travel, even with their Dao Integration and Refining Void cultivation bases, they couldn't withstand such depletion. Li Zijun still stood upright, but her eyes could not hide her fatigue.

The Sword Maiden was already dozing off, leaning against Li Zijun's shoulder. Her eyes were drowsy, and as if fearing she might tumble to the ground at any moment, she clung tightly to Li Zijun's hand.

Seeing her junior sisters in such a state, Xiao Ruoching's gaze softened with affection. She stepped forward and said to the innkeeper, "Innkeeper, prepare a top-floor room for us."

She paused, then added, "Have you seen a silver-haired woman with a white-haired man passing by these days?"

The middle-aged man glanced at them, then, with a broad smile, handed over the room key. He thought for a moment and shook his head.

Xiao Ruoching hadn't held much hope. Hearing the innkeeper knew nothing, she casually nodded and led the two tired women upstairs.

Just then, a waiter in a corner, who was eating meat and drinking, overheard their conversation and suddenly called out to Xiao Ruoching. He leaned closer, a mysterious look on his face, and whispered, "Is the esteemed Fairy looking for a man with a full head of white hair, accompanied by an unbelievably beautiful Sword Fairy?"

"If so, I did see them yesterday."

Xiao Ruoching slightly raised her eyebrows, then signaled Li Zijun to take the Sword Maiden to their room. She looked at the waiter before her and said, "Where? What do you want?"

The waiter quickly shook his head and then said with a beaming smile, "Esteemed Fairy, I dare not covet anything. I merely wish to form a good connection with you. Yesterday, at the gates of Xiashuiguan, I believe I saw the person the Fairy is searching for."

"They planned to take a boat from the ferry crossing, but it's unknown where they were heading..."

"The boats at the ferry crossing haven't operated for several days, so they should still be at Xiashuiguan."

Xiashuiguan, huh?

Xiao Ruoching nodded thoughtfully. After considering for a moment, she took out a Foundation Establishment Pill from her ring and handed it to the waiter, "This is your reward."

With that, she turned and walked in the direction of Xiashuiguan.

「...」

Jiao Province, Lan City.

This was an essential passageway from Snow State to Town Northern City.

Ji Nanjue, in a sheer, lightweight black dress, sat sideways by a carved window, her legs crossed, one hand propping up her delicate chin as she gazed at the banana trees outside.

On the table lay a book, its title indistinct.

It was late autumn, verging on winter. A light frost covered the already withered banana leaves. Their slender stalks stretched long, like graceful women draped in swirling gossamer, adding a touch of desolate, chilly elegance to the late autumn chamber.

—Such a scene, if painted, would surely be a treasured piece.

But her thoughts were not with the banana trees outside the window, nor with the book before her. Her starry phoenix eyes darted about, and in their clear depths, the image of a man was all that appeared.

Finally, she let out a deep sigh. It seemed that holding the same posture for a long time had made her waist uncomfortable. She bent forward slightly, and her unbound black hair cascaded to the ground like water.

She gently massaged her waist.

The silver bell tied to her ankle tinkled, but as she listened to the delicate sound, her dark brows slowly furrowed.

For a whole day and night, her heart had been as chaotic as scattered catkins, yet she didn't know the cause of this unrest.

On this journey, she and Dan Wuque had rushed non-stop towards Town Northern City. Dan Wuque had initially suggested Ji Nanjue go via Xiashuiguan and then take a boat from the ferry crossing, which would be a few days faster than traveling by land.

But Ji Nanjue had refused. She had her own ideas.

Now that she had awakened, from any perspective, she was no longer the deceased Eastern Emperor. She bore an inextricable responsibility for the events that had unfolded over several sixty-year cycles in the Eastern Country.

She wanted to see for herself what the Eastern Country had become.

With this thought, the two women had traveled through Snow State, Hua Province, and all the way to Jiao Province.

And along the way, Ji Nanjue's lips, initially raised in a slight smile, gradually settled into a neutral expression before finally turning frosty.

She had always believed that the strife among the three kings would only bring chaos to the Cultivation World, and that the calamity wouldn't extend to the common folk of the Mortal World. In her mind, it was nothing more than a gambit among those in power.

But she had never imagined that the Eastern Country had already fallen into an incurable state, and that even behind the three kings, there seemed to be the looming shadow of the Western Wasteland.

This left her momentarily confused, unsure of how to face Lin Jinyu.

Just then, the door to the room was pushed open, and a voice came through, startling Ji Nanjue awake.

"Sister Nan Ji, I could use a drink of water..."

Then Dan Wuque, cradling her longsword, quickly darted into the room. She snatched the teacup from the table and GULPED down the contents, smacking her lips. She glanced at Ji Nanjue, who was staring at her blankly, gave her a foolish grin, and let out a satisfied burp.