All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 372 - 236 Miss Nan Ji, Su Mou is Eager to Save People!!_2

"Kid, have you ever heard of the Supreme Yin Body?"

Su Bei gazed at the old man with grizzled hair standing before him, whose cloudy eyes bore a touch of vicissitude, and nodded.

Not too long ago, his system awarded him a pseudo Supreme Yang Body. Based on the literal interpretation, it should be the extremity of this world.

Shangguan Wendao continued, "Yin is the Great Void, and Yang is the Great Ultimate. Yin is the moon and the night; Yang is the sun and the day."

"When Yin and Yang unite, they are the root of all things in the world—so-called opposites that nonetheless beget each other..."

Although Su Bei was somewhat confused by what he heard, a thought vaguely took root in his heart.

Hmm... A thought that was utterly absurd yet extremely melodramatic.

Miss Nan Ji is Supreme Yin, and I am Supreme Yang...

Observing Su Bei’s expression, Shangguan Wendao’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

"I, your master, have made myself clear," he said. "The fate of Dong— ah, Miss Nan Ji, now lies entirely in your hands."

Su Bei regarded the woman in his arms with a complex expression.

The strands of Spiritual Energy from Shangguan Wendao had temporarily contained the chaos within her body, but it was only a temporary fix.

Plagued by the poison of the Supreme Yin and beset with Evil Qi, the extent of her meridian damage was on par with his own.

Her slender, fair legs dangled from Su Bei’s arms, and beneath her semi-transparent white shirt, her waistline was exquisitely defined.

Su Bei held her gently, his palm sensing the soft, yielding smoothness of her skin, as if she were boneless.

He gently placed her on the bed in the small boat and affectionately stroked her cheek before turning to face Shangguan Wendao, sitting upright and composed.

He didn’t have much of an impression of this newfound master.

The two sat opposite each other. The Sect Master of the Sword Sect looked at the young man before him and began to speak, "You’ve both suffered greatly over these many years..."

"To think that the Qingping Sword, after lying idle for so many years, would be drawn by you, kid."

Shangguan Wendao gently touched the sword’s blade. The Qingping Sword, calmer than it had ever been, seemed to revel in the touch, humming softly in pleasure.

Su Bei smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

The night breeze stirred, carrying a faint chill.

Moonlight spilled down, the cold light fracturing the images of grass and flowers on both sides of Dongting Stream into myriad shadows.

Through the gaps in the small boat, patches of dark shadows could be seen on the ground.

Shangguan Wendao raised his head, gazed at the moon, and continued, "I imagine your Eldest Martial Sister must truly hate me in her heart for leaving behind such a mess..."

Then he looked at Su Bei, his clouded eyes gradually clearing, a glint of light appearing within them.

He took a jug of wine from his storage ring. His voice serene, he took a large swig under the moonlight.

The Longsword lay peacefully beside him.

"It’s laughable, really. Over a thousand years ago, your Martial Uncle Shangguan Bieli didn’t die at the hands of Wilderness Cultivators, but rather under the Blood Refining array of the Twenty-One Provinces."

Su Bei’s eyes flashed, as if he had realized something. He asked, "Master, have you been searching for the whereabouts of these evil spirits all these years?"

Shangguan Wendao nodded, then shook his head. "Not exactly searching. I’ve just taken a particular interest in this strange Evil Cultivator."

"Take, for example, the man who fought me a few days ago. Who could have imagined that such a formidable Great Cultivator was part of this hidden organization?"

At this, Shangguan Wendao hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly, "There are some things in this world that require someone to step forward, to take action."

"And once you decide to act, you must face life and death. To accomplish something, you must be prepared to die when death is necessary."

"It was like the Cataclysm of Ten Thousand Clans a thousand years ago. When all the Sects in the world shut their gates and abandoned the common people to their suffering, someone had to die—whether it was you or I."

"To die, but to see the task accomplished—that is to die a worthy death."

Su Bei’s expression grew solemn. He was uncertain why his master was telling him all this.

But I somewhat understand the gist. Perhaps he has some important task at hand.

After a moment’s hesitation, Su Bei spoke, "Master, do you know how to get rid of Evil Qi?"

Dan Wulan and Nan Ji... both of them are afflicted by this.

Shangguan Wendao pondered for a moment before answering, "In Witch Valley Mountain of the Southern Border, there is a type of Gu Insect that thrives by consuming Evil Qi. Perhaps there, you might find some clues to dispelling it."

"The path of Evil Qi cultivation harms heaven and oneself. Even I, your master, do not know what this ever-present organization ultimately seeks to achieve..."

Su Bei pondered for a moment, a gleam in his eyes, then looked at Shangguan Wendao and said, "Master, have you ever heard of The Wilderness Scripture?"

"The Wilderness Scripture? Isn’t that the cultivation technique practiced by those of the Wilderness Cultivation?"

"Then... what about Devouring Heaven?"

Devouring Heaven?

Shangguan Wendao’s eyes widened slightly. He then shook his head and said, "I’ve never heard of it."

Su Bei immediately transcribed the cultivation technique and handed it to Shangguan Wendao.

"In the sole beginning, the great origin, the Dao was established in oneness, creating and dividing heaven and earth, transforming into the myriad things."

Shangguan Wendao carefully read through its contents, then exhaled deeply. His expression was grave as he looked at Su Bei and said, "Who else knows of this cultivation technique?"

"Only I know."

Shangguan Wendao rose to his feet, his brow deeply furrowed. He paced lightly on the boat, then suddenly turned to Su Bei and said,