All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 371 - 236: Miss Nan Ji, Su Mou is anxious to save the injured!!_1

The mysterious figure shrouded in black Evil Qi slowly withdrew the hint of a smile from his eyes. His aura became somewhat more somber and majestic. At this moment, the atmosphere emanating from him made Su Bei feel that he resembled not a Demon Lord, but rather an ancient, hibernating dragon. He no longer possessed the fierce, domineering might of his prime, yet he now carried the profound schemes and intense authority accumulated through the years. Even though he was enveloped in Evil Qi, without a trace of Spiritual Energy, he still inspired fear in those who saw him.

"Sword Eleven, huh?" The hoarse voice unexpectedly carried a trace of reminiscence.

Two swords intertwined in the sky above, the magnificent Sword Qi soaring into the heavens, like a galaxy hanging upside down. It was impossible to tell from which direction the Sword Qi originated. Or perhaps, it was more accurate to say that the sky was filled with Sword Qi coming from every direction.

He furrowed his brows slightly, casting a glance at the Eastern Emperor lying in Su Bei’s arms, his expression revealing a touch of thought. However, facing the vast and mighty Sword Qi unleashed by Shangguan Wendao, he also felt a great sense of alertness. He had not seen Shangguan Wendao for a hundred years and did not know the current realm of the other’s cultivation. Moreover, he had come here merely to take away those evil spirits. Now that he had already delayed enough time, why should he engage in a head-on clash?

All of a sudden, a thick tome materialized out of nowhere before the man in black. He turned a page, and an infinite amount of dark fog began to churn before him.

BOOM—

It was still the terrifying Evil Qi, headed towards that sword strike of Sword Eleven unleashed by Shangguan Wendao.

The waves churned. The water of the entire great river reversed its flow in an instant, exposing vast stretches of the riverbed. There was no deafening sound to burst eardrums; all was silent and abrupt. Yet, countless mists arose from the steaming river, then swept over everything like floodwaters bursting from a gate.

Beneath the night sky, all was vast and indistinct!

This one sword was devastating. Taking advantage of Shangguan Wendao’s sword strike, the dark figure instantly retreated backward, then disappeared beneath the veil of night.

Between Heaven and Earth, only the old man with white hair stood tall in the sky. With heavy eyes, he watched the vanishing figure in the distance and muttered to himself, "Why does this aura feel so familiar..."

He did not pursue the figure clad in black. For one, he lacked the confidence to detain the man, as his cultivation had exceeded Shangguan Wendao’s expectations. Secondly, from the man’s final strike, he vaguely sensed something. If it were truly as he suspected... the world might succumb to chaos.

The Twenty-One Provinces were like a placid pond, beneath which turbulent undercurrents raged.

As the two great streams of Spiritual Energy dissipated, the great river, which had reversed its flow, lost its support. It then collapsed like a torrential downpour, crashing down. It landed on the riverbed, setting off a hundred-foot-high wave.

This scene shook Su Bei to his core. Was this the kind of battle that took place above the Tribulation-Crossing Stage?

Before he had time to consider what expression he should adopt to face the old man, he felt her soft mounds pressed firmly against his chest, accompanied by rubbing motions.

In a moment, torrential rain descended from the sky, pounding the ground with sharp PATTERING.

Su Bei stood up, enduring the discomfort in his body, and carried the cold woman in his arms towards the old man.

"I thank Master for saving my life."

"Disciple greets Master... Miss Nan Ji, stop moving around! That’s—HISS! ...Greets Master."

Ji Nanjue, tightly held by Su Bei, was not behaving. She acted purely on instinct, as Su Bei’s body had what she desperately needed, making her wish to fuse her entire being into his. Her already slender phoenix eyes narrowed to slits, and the blood on her cheeks had been wiped clean by Su Bei. Her blue-purple hair cascaded down. Under the moonlight, it enhanced her allure. Her fair skin was laced with what might have been sweat or rain, and her white shirt stuck tightly to her skin. It was semi-transparent, her skin faintly visible, outlining her entire figure.

Su Bei took a deep breath, suppressing the stirrings in his heart, and said, "I implore Master to save Miss Nan Ji’s life... At the base of Unrepentant Cliff, I owe her a life."

"..."

Shangguan Wendao looked at his disciple, then glanced at the woman in his arms, his expression quite strange. At the base of Unrepentant Cliff, he had once encountered Miss Nan Ji, or rather, the Eastern Emperor. That night, he had suspected she possessed the Supreme Yin Body, but... why would Su Bei possess the Supreme Yang Body? Had he misjudged?!

When he took this disciple, it was more on a whim. Could it be that Su Bei had later awakened to this constitution? Such things were not unheard of. Before the Cataclysm of Ten Thousand Clans, it was rumored that the last Immortal to achieve Ascension from the Twenty-One Provinces had slowly awakened various body constitutions, eventually forging a supreme path.

Shangguan Wendao said nothing. He simply waved his hand, and in an instant, the surroundings changed. Soon, they appeared inside a simple boat cabin.

The rain grew heavier. It beat against the boat’s roof tiles, creating a pronounced TAP-TAP sound, then slid off the eaves, drawing hundreds of silver lines as it flowed into the river.

Ji Nanjue clung tightly to Su Bei, twisting her body. She shook the boat, tilting it this way and that. Seeing this, Shangguan Wendao flicked his finger, channeling several streams of Spiritual Energy into Ji Nanjue’s body to suppress the Evil Qi within her.

The icy Qi was so intense it actually froze the water surrounding the boat into an ice raft.

The boat stabilized. After finishing all this, Shangguan Wendao looked at Su Bei with a smile that was not quite a smile.