All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 777 406: The Unrippled_1

The disturbance finally drew the attention of numerous influential figures to this location. Tong Xiu from the nearest Dao Sect hurried over, only to witness this scene.

The entire right side of Jinzu Court was already shattered, not a single spot remaining intact. Yet, it still stood tall, without a single brick or tile having fallen.

Each brick and tile was held by an invisible force—separated, suspended, yet maintained in its original position—vaguely piecing together the original appearance of Jinzu Court's pavilion.

Following behind Tong Xiu were countless elders from other Sects, their expressions varied as they looked at what had unfolded before them.

Abbot Wu Wei, who had been watching the commotion from the side, sighed and uttered softly, "Amitabha."

Tong Xiu looked at him expressionlessly, then turned to that familiar figure—an old acquaintance—and suddenly said to the young monk clad in a kasaya, "Abbot Wu Wei, sometimes, not offending either side means you will offend both. Dunkong Pavilion's hope of using the Sword Sect to restore the Buddha Gate may not be so simple."

Wu Wei merely smiled and said in a calm tone, "Since when has the Dao Sect also engaged in persuasion?"

At this, Tong Xiu smiled and said nothing.

At this moment, Ling Xu was half-kneeling on the ground. His clothes were torn everywhere, and blood continuously seeped from wounds all over his body, not only soaking his garments but also dyeing his beard and hair crimson. He braced himself on the ground with his right hand, the veins on his entire arm bulging as he seemingly tried to struggle to his feet, but to no avail.

Wu Ya'zi lay on the ground, his face devoid of color, his body only twitching occasionally.

Wu Ji's kasaya was still relatively intact. He maintained a motionless pose with his hands pressed together, like a statue, but the unstoppable flow of blood declared his grim state.

"Is that Su Bei?"

"It really is him! My heavens..."

"He didn't die? And he created such a spectacle upon his return?"

"One man battling three at the Tribulation-Crossing Stage? Could he have reached Mahayana?"

Hua Yihan, who had arrived upon hearing the news, silently glanced at the white-haired man, shook his head, and sighed lightly. "Not so. If he had reached Mahayana... would this world be so tranquil?"

Tong Xiu opened his mouth, hesitated for a long moment, and then suddenly asked, "Elder Su... is he really okay?"

Hua Yihan glanced at him and said with a smile, "There's no need for you to worry... Look, someone is coming."

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It was the sound of urgent horse hooves, followed by the rustle of a long skirt in the wind.

Amidst the roaring flames, that shock of white hair was blindingly conspicuous.

Dan Wulan struggled to suppress the trembling in her heart, forcing herself to remain calm as she walked towards the white-haired man who just stood there.

His white hair, disheveled by the night wind, almost covered most of his face. He remained motionless as heavy snow fell, blanketing his hair, his arm maintained in an extended pointing gesture.

His begonia-embroidered robe was already torn to shreds. The hand that held the sword was stripped of flesh, leaving only bare white bone. His blood had long since congealed, turning him into a figure of dried blood.

Dan Wulan's heart suddenly sank. This was the first time she had seen him in three hundred years.

With her back to the cultivators behind her, her expression could not be clearly seen.

By now, Su Bei's vision was dim and unclear. His original plan was to stall for time for his disciples and then leave. Why did he clash that one sword strike with those three? That indulgent strike, that forceful declaration of his return.

He sensed her presence.

It was a natural feeling of rightful security, just like in Mo City when she had so naturally broken through the window to stand before him. If it were her, she would surely take good care of him.

So, even though his eyes were blurry and his vision hazy, he could still recognize her face in his daze. He wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

This time, he would need a long period of recovery again.

Seeing Su Bei's lips move slightly, Dan Wulan hurriedly wiped the tears welling at the corners of her eyes. She stepped forward and lifted his long hair, revealing his horrifying, blood-stained face.

She gently wiped the blood from his face with her sleeve. Actually, there was no need to wipe it; he was still so handsome. Though, compared to three hundred years ago, he now carried a few more traces of worldly weariness.

Their fingers intertwined. She silently felt a warmth she hadn't experienced in three hundred years.

"Liar," she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.

An image suddenly emerged in Su Bei's mind: a stunning woman with her hands clasped behind her back, looking up at the peach tree in the courtyard. The woman, who always loved to wear purple, walked towards him, but he couldn't see her face clearly.

So he reached out, touching her face with his withered hand.

Gone was the dewy softness of years past.

Her cheeks flushed, and her rosy complexion held a touch of coquettish charm, like a peach tree on the verge of full bloom.

His lips quivered slightly. Although Dan Wulan couldn't hear his voice, she could read his lips.

"Wulan."

Actually, Dan Wulan was somewhat puzzled. When had her Senior Brother started to change? Was it after descending the Ascension Platform, or after entering Inverted Heaven? What sort of burden had transformed the Senior Brother—who once, full of conviction, had led his disciples through Mo City's pleasure houses with a radiant smile—into the man he was today?

"Senior Brother, let's go home."

CLANG—

Dan Wulan drew his Longsword and placed it into the Sword Box.

She hoisted him onto her back, glanced at the three heavily injured individuals, and then looked towards the brilliantly illuminated Buddhist stone monument that had stood for ten thousand years.

The inscription, 'In Heaven and Earth, there is None Like the Buddha,' was glaringly prominent.

She casually drew the Longsword from her waist and, with a flick of her hand, sent a wave of Sword Qi flashing out.

The stone monument inscribed with 'None Like the Buddha' shattered thunderously, leaving only the words 'In Heaven and Earth' remaining.

With a graceful wave of her hand, Dan Wulan inscribed two more words after them:

'Sword Sect.'

CLIP-CLOP—

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The black steed trod through the snow, carrying Dan Wulan and Su Bei until they gradually vanished into the blizzard.

「At North Zhi Mountain」

Although it was far from Xiahua Pass, one could still perceive the roars from the sky above Jinzu Court.

Behind a thicket of withered grass and shrubs, Ji Nanjue stopped in her tracks, staring blankly into the distance at the sword scar in the sky.

"It's Su Bei."

Only Su Bei could unleash such a fierce sword strike.

Her breathing became slightly disordered, and a trace of her aura involuntarily leaked out. In that instant, a Wilderness Cultivator at the mountain's base abruptly opened his eyes.

"Sister Nan Ji, it seems those Wilderness Cultivators have discovered us," Dan Wuque said earnestly, the tuft of hair on his head pointing towards the mountain's base.

"What should we do?"