All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 403 - 251 Does Sister Like Him, Right?_1

Xiao Ruoching forcibly suppressed the confusion in her heart and looked at the familiar clothes laid out on the low table in Mo Li’s room.

It seemed there were still some unknown shimmering specks left on it. She subconsciously stepped forward, wanting to have a closer look.

CREAK—

The door was already open.

Xiao Ruoching stepped back, instinctively shuddering. However, her furtive behavior would be too suspicious, so she pretended not to have heard anything.

In her peripheral vision, she saw a head of bright, gleaming silver hair and a white robe fluttering, carrying with it a chilling aura.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Li looked expressionlessly at the uninvited guest who had suddenly entered her room. Due to her Cultivation Technique, her clothes were somewhat translucent. Her silver hair clung to her cheeks, and her jade-like legs were faintly visible. Combined with her stern and unsmiling expression, she inadvertently exuded a paradoxical allure.

Her tone was unfriendly.

Xiao Ruoching quickly turned around and coughed lightly, trying to find a suitable excuse for barging in.

Looking at the Junior Sister in front of her, her mind raced, and then she said, "Um... The Sect Leader has returned. It seems he’s going to register the new Disciples’ Soul Lamps. I, your Senior Sister, came here especially to inform you. Yes, the message has been relayed..."

...

Turning around, she quickly left through the doorway.

Mo Li watched her disappearing silhouette and lowered her head, deep in thought.

The legendary Shangguan Wendao has returned to the Sword Sect!? Strange. But I truly haven’t registered my Soul Lamp in the Sect for so long.

The Soul Lamp captures a strand of life-force from a cultivator’s own three souls and seven spirits, and is enshrined within the Sect’s Netherworld Hall. This wisp of soul is connected to the cultivator. If the cultivator perishes, the soul flame within the azure lamp will likewise be extinguished. It doesn’t have much practical use, its only probable purpose being to confirm that this person indeed belongs to the Sect.

Of course, I also know of another function of the Soul Lamp: Soul Transference. This allows one to find the cultivator through this wisp of soul, achieving communication over thousands of miles. However, its effectiveness is somewhat impractical. To trigger this effect, the distant cultivator must be in a state of highly concentrated and focused spiritual power.

Mo Li put her other thoughts aside and gently took off the long robe she had worn for practicing her Swordsmanship. Half her body leaning over the edge of the bed, she rested her head against the bedpost.

She looked at the clothes on the low table, and a blush gradually crept up her cheeks.

She stepped forward, pressed her entire face against the garment, and took a deep breath, inhaling the mixture of scents clinging to it.

Master... you truly are...

Her hands gradually slid down, her jade-like legs tensed, and then her body trembled violently a few times.

Her body, slightly weakened, slumped to the floor. She stretched out her delicate fingers to gently wipe away the glistening moisture at the corner of her mouth.

Picking up her Longsword, its blade reflected her current appearance.

A subtle fragrance drifted in the air, yet this scene was witnessed by no one.

How should I, Mo Li, treat you? My Master? Does he already know what I’ve done with him? I’m really looking forward to seeing your reaction next time.

She lightly licked the blade with the tip of her tongue. Droplets of blood fell, much like her heart at this moment—shattered, yet mysteriously being stitched back together by some hidden strength.

After resting for a while, she put on a more formal Sword Sect Disciple uniform and left the room.

「...」

Below the blooming peach tree on No-Sword Peak.

No matter how the snow flurried, it could never come within an inch of the peach tree.

Blossoms adorned the branches, their fragrance drifting. Ethereal music seemed to carry on the scent, plucking at heartstrings, tugging at the soul, and guiding it on an unseen journey.

Drifting, drifting, forever out of reach...

Under the tree, a snow-white reed mat was laid. A woman in an amethyst-colored silken gown, as pure as snow, rested before the peach tree. She seemed to merge with the surroundings, as if she too were made of snow. Her slender fingers handled something. Her gaunt figure looked as if a gust of wind could carry her away.

Dan Wuque sat beside the silver-haired woman, holding a sewing basket. She watched Dan Wulan, who gently tucked a strand of white hair behind her ear. Amidst the fragrance of peach blossoms, Dan Wulan was meticulously embroidering a nearly finished long robe with her jade-like hands. The breeze outlined her cool, aloof profile. A hint of a smile touched her lips, a departure from her usual icy demeanor. Her aura was no longer one of youthful innocence but had gained a touch of wisdom and maturity.

Suddenly, Dan Wulan’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.

HISS—

A drop of fresh blood trickled down her index finger. She paid it no mind, simply bringing the finger to her lips to lick away the blood.

It seemed pricking her finger with the needle had become a common occurrence for her.

"Little Sister, you seem to have become a completely different person!"

A stray lock of Dan Wuque’s hair swayed in the wind. One hand toyed with a ball of thread from her sewing kit, while the other supported her chin as she observed Dan Wulan.

Dan Wulan looked up at Dan Wuque, then held up the white long robe in her hands, shook it out slightly, and asked, "What do you think?"

She had tailored it to his measurements. It was her first time making clothes, so she had traveled to Red Dust Peak many times these past few days, seeking guidance from Wenren Pingxin. Only then had she managed, with some difficulty, to get this far.

Dan Wuque put down her sewing, stood up, and circled the garment several times with an air of great importance. Then, she nodded her head firmly.