All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 428 - 260 Conspiracy_2

The next moment, Elder Wang saw a puff of black mist suddenly emanate from the name card beside him. Like maggots burrowing into bone, it gradually infiltrated his Sea of Consciousness amidst his horrified expression.

"Someone help..."

"There’s an assassin..."

Chu Tiankuo didn’t glance at him. Instead, he swept his gaze over the Qingyang Sect disciples, who were still in a state of confusion, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "We’ve only been fellow disciples for a day. I’m truly sorry..."

As his words faded, a wisp of black aura suddenly surged from his body.

"HISS—"

"AH..."

"Senior Brother Tiankuo... you?"

"Chu Tiankuo, you won’t die a good death!"

With his hands clasped behind his back, Chu Tiankuo allowed the chaos to unfold in the hall. He leisurely walked to the top of a rockery, where the view was just good enough to overlook the carnage.

He stood in silence, his gaze lowered, his mind centered.

His expression remained as calm as still water, devoid of the savage and irascible demeanor he had shown when facing Gu Qingfeng. Instead, he projected an air of composed dignity, patiently waiting with proper decorum.

After a long while, everything finally settled down.

As if nothing had happened, Chu Tiankuo removed the array’s eye that had been placed on the rockery. The light barrier of the Big Array, which had isolated the entire hall amidst the din, gradually disappeared.

He then re-entered the hall. Oblivious to the surrounding bloodshed, he approached the ’Elder Wang’ seated at a low table and said respectfully, "Chu Tiankuo greets you, Master!"

Elder Wang sipped his tea lightly, raised an eyebrow, and nodded. "Not bad, Tiankuo, you did well. You haven’t disappointed me!"

Chu Tiankuo replied with utmost respect, "I have not failed the mission you entrusted to me, Master."

"Provoked by my words, Gu Qingfeng will certainly lead his clan’s experts to Little Wind Cliff..."

"Soon, all of Xiegu City will be under your control, Master."

Elder Wang held his teacup, drinking slowly. His brows were furrowed in silent contemplation for a long moment before he seemed to recall something. Placing down the teacup, he said leisurely, "Is there any news of the Confucian Sage’s daughter, the one I asked you to watch?"

"Has she crossed the Cang River yet?"

Chu Tiankuo thought for a moment before replying, "It seems the Confucian Sage’s daughter didn’t return with the envoy group to Jinling City; she vanished in Yuancheng City of the Dongfeng Ancient Country, and her whereabouts are unclear."

"However, I have instructed the Chu Family disciples to strictly monitor the docks, so the moment the Confucian Sage’s daughter appears, we will have definite news."

Elder Wang gazed deeply at Chu Tiankuo. He noted his proud brow and disheveled red hair, his bearing like that of a solitary, unyielding pine. A smile slowly spread across his face, and a desire to cultivate this talent stirred within him. Eyes slightly narrowed, he chuckled, "Tiankuo, you’ve done well!"

"The organization is fortunate to have a Disciple like you."

"Once this matter is concluded, your Chu Family’s influence will certainly not be limited to this small corner of Xiegu City."

"In a few days, I will recommend you to the Supreme. I believe the Supreme will be willing to cultivate a prodigy like yourself."

"This is a Killing Pill. Consuming it will enhance your cultivation without harming your foundation. Take it without worry..."

Chu Tiankuo’s eyes suddenly brightened. He reached out, accepted the Killing Pill, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Master!"

Elder Wang dismissed him with a casual wave of his hand. Chu Tiankuo slowly backed away until he disappeared beyond the doorway.

With his hands clasped behind him, he gazed at the moonlit sky and murmured, "Li Zijun, I didn’t catch you last time. Can you escape this time?"

"The Supreme has coveted the Three Sages Qi of your Confucian School for a long time..."

「...」

The vast sky above grew even deeper and darker.

CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP!

A series of urgent hoofbeats suddenly echoed through the bamboo grove. Distant at first, they drew near in an instant, showing no sign of stopping.

This was followed by a sharp NEIGH.

One of the riders pulled sharply on the reins. The horse whinnied, reared up, then landed on its hooves, restlessly circling a few times and kicking up clouds of dust.

It snorted, a touch impatient.

There were two people on the horse: Su Bei and Ji Nanjue.

"Behave. Stay here and don’t wander off, understand?"

Su Bei sharply slapped the horse’s rump. As if understanding his words, the horse turned its head and nuzzled against him.

Ji Nanjue tightened her robes. Under the moonlight, her collarbones were delicate and fair, still carrying a hint of an unfaded blush.

This horse was a Great Demon they had casually captured while passing through a mountain range. It seemed to be some kind of ’horse emperor,’ possessing an early-stage Divinity Transformation cultivation.

Firstly, Su Bei thought that as an expert roaming the world, he should maintain a somewhat loftier image. Secondly, Ji Baoer had been so thoroughly exhausted by him these past few days that she’d developed an aversion to walking...

Under the hazy moonlight, they could see what appeared to be a small village not far ahead. A few houses were scattered about, and under the moon, several specks of candlelight flickered faintly.

"Let’s find a household to ask for shelter..."

Su Bei, holding Ji Nanjue’s hand, walked towards one of the houses.

The mountain village wasn’t large. A decently sized pond shimmered under the moonlight.

The pond was clear enough to see the bottom, surrounded by scattered rocks and orderly bamboo, creating an exceptionally elegant scene.

Within a bamboo grove beside the pond stood a small hut constructed from bamboo.

Su Bei approached the nearest house and knocked gently on the door.

Soon, a young woman’s voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

Then came an older woman’s soft grumbling, followed by a violent cough, "COUGH, COUGH. Girl, don’t just open the door. These mountains haven’t been safe lately... We don’t want any more trouble."

"COUGH, COUGH..."

A period of silence followed.

Su Bei could hear faint footsteps and a voice that, though lacking confidence, tried to sound brave, "May I ask who you are? What brings you to our home?"

Su Bei smiled and spoke gently, "We’re travelers. It grew late, so we hoped to ask for a night’s lodging here."

"Don’t worry, we’re not bad people."

After a pause, Su Bei gently took Ji Nanjue’s hand and said warmly, "This is my wife."

Hearing Su Bei’s gentle voice and that he was with his wife, the person inside hesitated for a moment before opening the door.

Soft moonlight fell upon Su Bei, making him look like an Immortal. His warm eyes were smiling gently at her.

Ji Nanjue also offered her a faint smile. Being called Su Bei’s wife in front of a stranger sent a small, secret thrill through her, an inexplicable flutter of vanity.

The young woman quickly lowered her head. How could she not realize she had encountered someone important? After calling out to her mother, she cast a shy glance at Ji Nanjue, who seemed too dazzling to look at directly, and said timidly, "Please, come in. Our home is quite humble, and we don’t have much to offer. Please don’t mind."

Although she had lived in the mountains her whole life and rarely met strangers, she had to admit this couple had an exceptionally kind aura.

Su Bei smiled agreeably. Ji Nanjue followed the young woman into a room. Though somewhat rundown, it was exceptionally clean.

"Um... Immortal Elders, you can stay here. We don’t have much..."

Ji Nanjue stepped forward and gently stroked the young woman’s head. Her expression was compassionate, as it always was when she witnessed such poverty and suffering.

After a moment’s thought, she took a Fasting Pill from her storage ring and handed it to her, "This is a Fasting Pill. It might not seem like much, but it can keep you free from illness and misfortune for a hundred years..."

Seeing the middle-aged woman lying on the bed, apparently bedridden due to illness, Ji Nanjue felt she should do something. It was, after all, a small act of kindness.

The plainly dressed young woman didn’t accept the pill from Ji Nanjue, repeatedly waving her hands in refusal, "Immortal Elder, this is too valuable! I can’t accept it..."

Though uneducated, how could she not understand the immense value of something that could ward off all illnesses?

Ji Nanjue stepped forward and, without a word, placed the pill into the older woman’s mouth.

"Is it just the two of you at home?"