All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 406 - 252 The First Mutual Test Between Two Female Disciples_2

Her vermilion lips parted slightly, her voice clear and cold. Yet, when it reached Mo Fan’s ears, it carried an endless, bone-chilling cold,

"Mo Fan? I’ll remember you."

"..."

Mo Li turned around without a hint of hesitation. Her white dress fluttered in the air, and as the breeze passed, it rustled softly.

Xiao Ruoching also stepped forward, her eyes deep with meaning as she gazed at the resolute-faced man and whispered softly,

"Junior Brother Mo Fan, is that correct?"

After she finished speaking, she smiled gently and nodded to the assembled disciples,

"Cultivate diligently, and do not disappoint our Sword Sect."

Her gaze lingered on Mo Fan once more.

Then, the three of them headed towards the Soul Palace.

The new Sword Sect disciples watched with immense admiration as the figures gradually disappeared, muttering amongst themselves,

"Truly worthy of being the senior sisters from No-Sword Peak!"

"Why wasn’t I the one they spoke to..."

"That kid Mo Fan is going to soar to the heavens!"

A new female disciple cast a flirtatious glance at Mo Fan, her voice soft as she said,

"Senior Brother Mo Fan, my name is Lan Ran. Please look after me in the future..."

The handsome young disciple clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and declared,

"I also want to become a member of No-Sword Peak! I want the approval of the three senior sisters too!"

"I, Er Pangzi, want to as well!"

"..."

Zhen Jianting’s eyes flickered. He walked over, patted Mo Fan on the shoulder, and draped an arm around him with an air of easy familiarity, saying,

"Mo Fan, good lad!"

"Those are the two noblest senior sisters in our Sword Sect this year!"

"Perform well..."

"Huh? Why are your hands so cold? Ah, don’t be nervous or shy... even though, compared to those two senior sisters, you’re like a toad in a mud pit."

"..."

Mo Fan clenched his jaw tightly, his heart in turmoil, his mind racing.

He was certain he had never offended those two senior sisters. They had never even had the slightest interaction. But—through his extensive experiences across the Twenty-One Provinces, he was keenly sensitive to the aura Mo Li had momentarily revealed. His instincts screamed at him: in Senior Sister Mo Li’s eyes, he sensed murderous intent! It was an undisguised killing intent!

A bitter smile touched his lips as he looked at Zhen Jianting and nodded.

Just then, the disciple called Er Pangzi seemed to recall something. He looked at Zhen Jianting with a puzzled expression and asked,

"Senior Brother Zhen, why does Sister Xiao call you ’Three Thousand Taels’..."

Zhen Jianting: "..."

BANG—

Instantly, a fist the size of a sandbag struck Er Pangzi on the head. Zhen Jianting’s neck flushed crimson with fury, his eyes filled with terrifying murderous intent as he roared,

"Ask again, and I’ll kill you!!"

Er Pangzi clutched his head, looking aggrieved, and muttered,

"I was just asking..."

BANG—

AH—

The cold pool at the Sword Cleaning Pond was an immaculate, clear azure, devoid of any impurity. Only the faint morning mist lingered on the water’s surface, partially obscuring it, like a silken veil drawn across.

The three of them instinctively paused. Xiao Ruoching then watched as the Sword Maiden, lifting her skirt with cheeks dimpled in laughter, ran towards the Sword Cleaning Pond.

As she moved, the mist seemed to cleanse her path, her white veil fluttering lightly.

Almost every day, she would come to the Sword Cleaning Pond, to the edge of the pool where she had once polished her sword, to visit her old friend.

Xiao Ruoching turned to look at Mo Li, who still wore her usual impassive expression.

But at this moment, the same chilling thought flashed through both their minds:

This child must not be left alive!

In her previous life, Mo Fan had pursued Xiao Ruoching. However, at that time, her eyes had room only for Su Bei, and Mo Li had felt the same way.

Although I don’t know if Master will cultivate the Devouring Heaven Demon Art in this life, just based on Mo Fan’s repeated attempts to kill Master in our previous life, he’s already marked for death in my heart.

Finally, Xiao Ruoching voiced her question,

"Why did you single out Mo Fan?"

"Is there something unusual about this boy?"

"..."

Leaning against a crooked pine, Mo Li turned to Xiao Ruoching, a hidden depth in her eyes, and scoffed,

"What? Suppose I said this boy is extraordinary, that I spotted him in the crowd at a single glance."

"Would you believe me?"

Xiao Ruoching toyed with the longsword in her hand. A gentle breeze swept by, lifting the hem of her skirt in a graceful arc and causing her raven-black hair to flutter. A smirk touched her lips as she retorted,

"Do you take me for a fool?"

"What? Don’t tell me you’ve actually taken a fancy to him, as those disciples suggested?"

"That would truly be cause for congratulations..."

CLANG—

Mo Li drew her longsword, its cold light glinting, her eyes fixed on Xiao Ruoching. She stated,

"I don’t like this joke."

"..."

Not to be outdone, Xiao Ruoching stepped forward, drawing her own longsword and meeting Mo Li’s gaze directly.

They were nearly the same height, both possessing an exceptional, otherworldly beauty, like delicate flowers in full, graceful bloom.

"Besides, I don’t believe it."

"...You don’t know."

Mo Li’s inexplicable words caused Xiao Ruoching’s eyes to narrow sharply.

The longsword in her hand trembled slightly, her eyes narrowing further as she asked probingly,

"Know what?"

Mo Li narrowed her eyes, her silver hair stirring in the wind. Her silver eyelashes fluttered once, then stilled. She whispered,

"Devouring Heaven."

Hearing those two words, a chill shot down Xiao Ruoching’s spine, and countless thoughts swirled in her mind.

How could she possibly know those words!? Could it be— No! Was she testing me!? I dare not gamble on the secret of my rebirth; no one else can know. If it were revealed, the consequences would be unimaginable.