All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 373 - 236: Miss Nan Ji, Su Mou is Desperate to Save People!!_3

"This Cultivation Technique and its content must never be spoken of to anyone."

"..."

After speaking, he glanced at Su Bei again.

Then he handed the Qingping Sword to Su Bei. Amidst Su Bei’s confusion, he also placed the Missing Departure into his hands.

The two swords were inserted into the Sword Box.

CLANG—

"The Sword Sect’s Sword Scripture contains only the first ten styles. From Sword Eleven to Sword Seventeen, a sword is required for each style."

"I presume you are now heading to Witch Valley Mountain in the Southern Border. As for me, I must return to the Sword Sect for a while."

"It’s not too late to prepare for some matters early."

"Perhaps the Great Desolation Calamity is upon us once again."

He paused briefly while speaking, then continued, "This is the latter half of the Sword Scripture, detailing everything from Sword Eleven to Sword Seventeen. It is all recorded in this Cultivation Technique. I entrust it to you now. With your talent, comprehending it fully should not be difficult."

"Sword Scripture styles Eleven to Seventeen are known as the Immortal Slaying Style. Since the Qingping Sword has acknowledged you, the other swords must not be too inferior to it."

"If it were during the time of the Underworld Sword Sect, merely eight swords would suffice. However, the sect is not as it once was, and the remaining swords will depend on your opportunities..."

"..."

After speaking, he adjusted his conical hat, tied the rope around his waist, and hung the wine gourd from it.

Gazing at the torrential rain outside the window, he pointed a finger.

That single point of his finger was a sword.

Sword Nine, Settling the Wind and Waves.

The pervasive wind and rain stopped.

Under the moonlight, the old man lightly adjusted his conical hat, glanced back at the small boat on the river’s surface, and then disappeared into the night.

Returning, there was neither wind, rain, nor clear skies to mark it.

Watching Shangguan Wendao’s disappearing figure, Su Bei heaved a long sigh. He opened the Sword Box and silently stared at the two swords, lost in thought.

Suddenly, he recalled the time at the Sacred Land when he had been putting on an act.

Wishing to collect the famous swords of the world.

It seems... I really have to collect the famous swords...

Will the Great Desolation Calamity come?

...

Only Su Bei remained in the room. He turned, his eyes filled with myriad thoughts under the flickering candlelight.

He simply gazed at the woman on the brocade couch.

Gazing at her exquisite face, she looked exactly like Ji Nanjue. However, compared to Brother Ji, the curve of her face was gentler.

If not for the lack of an Adam’s apple, Su Bei would have truly believed she was the Eastern Emperor.

He reached out and brushed aside the strands of hair stuck to her forehead. A large plume of frosty air escaped her lips and nose, and a bone-chilling cold instantly spread to Su Bei.

Su Bei swallowed, his voice full of apology, "Truly, it is the work of fate; this was not Bei’s intention."

"Immortal, you are Su Mou’s lifesaver. And Su Mou, happening to be a kindhearted person, cannot simply leave you unattended."

"..."

He gently removed her embroidered shoes, then her silk stockings, revealing a pair of snow-white, slender, jade-like feet.

The air grew intensely cold. In the candlelight, her arches were slender and graceful, her five pearl-like toes were not painted with crimson like other women’s, but were a natural, pure white.

Perhaps sensing Su Bei’s actions, her tightly closed eyes trembled gently.

Ji Nanjue’s body seemed somewhat numb from being frozen by the extreme yin energy. She shifted slightly, and one jade-like leg inadvertently brushed against Su Bei. She shivered involuntarily, and her foot suddenly jerked up and tensed.

In the quiet of the night, Su Bei’s breathing grew somewhat rapid.

Then he gently removed Ji Nanjue’s white outer robe and tossed the black sash that was tied around (...) to the floor.

Her fair skin trembled—

Though it was dim, Ji Nanjue’s snow-white back was still visible. Its curves were distinct, smooth as porcelain, and delicate as ivory.

"Miss Nan Ji, although Su Mou is very keen to save you, this matter still requires your consent!"

He paused, looking at the woman with a serious expression.

After a moment’s thought, he sighed again and said, "If Miss Nan Ji does not wish for Su Mou to save you, then open your mouth and say to Bei: ’Alone and desolate, united by a solitary breath; wandering alone with an intense epiphany.’"

"Of course, if Miss Nan Ji does not speak, Su Mou will take it as your consent..."

Ji Nanjue: "..."

After waiting for the space of three breaths, the woman on the bed still had not spoken.

Finally, under the moonlight, Su Bei wore an expression of profound righteousness.

Gently, he pushed her inner shirt up to her waist and her silk trousers down to her knees.

Due to the battle between Shangguan Wendao and the Supreme of the evil spirits, the twilight sky had become erratic.

The pure white, bright moon was engulfed by a large patch of dark clouds.

The small boat, frozen on the river’s surface, seemed even more desolate, exuding an ancient, damp, and chilling aura.

Among the willows on the riverbanks, a magpie chirped softly.

It was now the fourth or fifth watch, the darkest part of the night. With the clouds obscuring everything, one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face.

The bright moon had completely vanished.

A clap of thunder suddenly tore through the sky, ripping apart the thick, dark clouds.

BOOM—

The great river of Dongting Stream churned, its rapid currents surging down through the gorge.

The rolling waves, carrying the residual aftershocks from the battle between the Tribulation-Crossing Stage experts, finally erupted at this moment.

Between Heaven and Earth, several inexplicable voices seemed to suddenly be heard:

"You... how could you..."

"That... Miss Nan Ji, Su Mou is only anxious to save you!!"

"You... blow out the candle."

"Oh..."

The small boat on the river’s surface rocked wildly as the great river churned.