All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me Chapter 672: Three Hundred Seventy-Sixth - : Master, I Like

"I really want to tell Master," Sword Maiden thought, her voice a whisper in her mind. That weak sword maiden from years ago, who could only be protected, that little mute, can now stand on her own...

For centuries, she had never relaxed for a mont.

She traveled across all of the Twenty-One Provinces, searching through almost every imaginable secret realm and dangerous land, trying to find a way to wake him up.

But in the end, she was left with nothing but boundless disappointnt and loneliness.

She would never see that man again, the one who would take her hand, look at her with a gentle face, touch her head, and say in a soft voice, "Sword Maiden, you are not worthless."

In front of him, there was not that famous Sword Fairy known throughout the land, only a little girl sitting on a swing, falling asleep with a content smile while listening to his stories.

A gentle breeze ca by, lifting the hems of their garnts.

Li Zijun handed the boiled tea to Sword Maiden, resting one hand on her cheek as she silently gazed out the window.

"In so ways, Master really did it..." Li Zijun said. "He kept his promise from that ti and gave us a future."

At this point, Li Zijun paused for a mont.

In this life, his sword did not pierce their chests; instead, he ended the bloodshed in another way.

"Is this everything he wanted?" she murmured, her eyes serene and bright as the moon.

In a corner of the elegant courtyard, Su Bei silently watched everything before him. In his mories, that little mute, that Sword Maiden who wiped her sword with her calloused little hands in the cold winter, had now transford into this figure. In a blink of an eye, they too had reached the Refining Void realm. Although he did not know how common Tribulation-Crossing Stage or Mahayana stages were now, in his mory, Refining Void was already a remarkable realm. They no longer needed his protection.

Su Bei revealed a relieved smile. It was good in a way; at least he had fulfilled his promise, giving them a beautiful future beyond the constraints of ti. This Sword Sect is very good. The Twenty-One Provinces no longer need Su Bei.

"So, what is the aning of my awakening?" Su Bei wondered aloud.

He raised his head, looking at the sparrows frolicking on the willow tree. If his goal had been to go north before, then in the last few years of his life, his goal would be to wake Nan Ji... Heading south, to the Southern Border. If Wilderness is still there. And then to leave quietly without a trace.

"Su Bei, huh..." he mused.

Su Bei smiled softly.

After roaming north, then An Nan.

With a light tap of his toes on the ground, autumn leaves shattered, and then he drifted away on the wind.

Inside the elegant garden, Li Zijun’s fingers, just as they were about to grasp the teacup, trembled slightly, causing a few ripples to spread across the surface of the tea.

The next mont, as if sensing sothing, she abruptly looked up, her gaze eting Sword Maiden’s, who had also sensed sothing; simultaneously, they stood and looked out the window.

The leaves on that willow tree gently shook, and the ground was covered with fine fallen leaves, swaying in the wind.

"Who is it?" Sword Maiden whispered, her heart pounding, her hand gripping the longsword as if it were trembling.

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the woods.

Li Zijun and Sword Maiden quickly ran towards the source of the noise, and then they saw several Sword Sect Disciples running towards them in a hurry.

Sword Maiden’s brow furrowed with a touch of disappointnt. Was it just an illusion? Not the man she yearned for day and night.

The breathless Sword Sect Disciples approached and, looking at the two of them, said between gasps, "We greet Elder Li, Sword Elder."

Li Zijun smiled warmly at them, softly saying, "What’s wrong? Why such urgency?"

"Take your ti and tell us."

The male disciple, hands on knees, then lifted his head to look at the two elders, quickly bowed, and spoke in a low voice, "Well... we just saw..."

"Soone who looked very much like Supre Elder."

Sword Maiden’s eyebrows lifted, and her still heart suddenly started to pound; she urgently asked, "Supre Elder? Which Supre Elder?"

Even for Elder Li Zijun, who was always composed in the hearts of all disciples, her expression changed abruptly, and her eyes widened as she looked towards the few people.

The female disciple swallowed hard, then pointed to a statue not far away.

"That one..."

WHOOSH—

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a rush of wind by her ear.

When she looked up again, the space in front of her was empty.

All that was left was the faint aroma of tea.

...

In front of the Han Baiyu Mountain Gate of Sword Sect.

Four longswords were inserted into the Han Baiyu Square, a place resembling its glorious past, truly bustling with noise and excitent.

Those few longswords had been there for hundreds of years, never pulled out by anyone.

Newly advanced Sword Sect Disciples, led by older ones, toured everywhere, and finally when they arrived at the location of these four swords, the new disciples stopped in their tracks one after another.

One of the Sword Sect Disciples looked at the longswords, now showing signs of rust, with a face full of surprise, and asked, "Senior brother, what’s the story behind those swords?"

"Why are they stuck here, covered in rust..."

The senior disciple proudly regarded the few longswords and said with an old-fashioned air, "This is the famous Sacred Land of our Sword Sect. These four swords here provide a constant flow of Sword Qi for Sword Sect Disciples to comprehend Sword Intent."

"....."

"Then why not pull them out and place them sowhere else? Just leaving them here..."

The old disciple humphed and said, "You don’t understand. These swords were the personal weapons of Elder Su. Ever since Elder Su passed away, they have been kept here by the Sect Master. For hundreds of years, nobody has been able to pull them out."

"If you can pull one out today, you could at least beco an elder."

"..."

A group of new disciples looked at the longswords in front of them with eyes full of curiosity. They were naturally aware of Elder Su, whom the older disciples ntioned, but they had not expected these swords to have such significance.

At that mont, the sound of a bell rang out.

Upon hearing it, the old disciple coughed heavily and said with a stern face, "We need to go to the center of the square now, Elder Xiao is about to give a speech!"

"Follow along, do not whisper amongst yourselves, do you hear !!"

"..."

The Sword Sect Disciples nodded eagerly, their gazes filled with aspiring admiration as they looked into the distance.

"Elder Xiao is the youngest Dao Integration cultivator in all of the Twenty-One Provinces, and to date, she has no Direct Disciples."

"To be fortunate enough to catch her eye would surely an entry to No-Sword Peak! You all understand the position of No-Sword Peak within Sword Sect—a boundless future awaits, so make sure to perform well, do you hear !!"

The group of Sword Sect Disciples clenched their fists and shouted, "We hear you!"

"..."

Atop the high platform in the square, a woman in white sat tranquilly.

Her hair was uncombed, loosely tied with ribbons, her lips as lustrous as jade, her nose like a budding lotus, and her eyebrows as delicate as mist. Her eyes were gently closed, not revealing the depths within. Her hands were clasped together, resembling a lotus flower.

Clad in a white garnt unstained by the world, her raven hair unbound and flowing like a rainbow cascading down.

She sat silently in place, perceiving that the ti was about right, and slowly opened her eyes.

As if light danced in her autumn-water pupils and then was quickly concealed, it was like the glistening ripples on the surface of autumn water.

A female disciple slowly approached her side and whispered, "Elder Xiao, we can begin now..."

Xiao Ruoching gently stroked her hair, looking into the distance at the statue, her gaze drifting sowhat. She nodded slightly, signaling the female disciple to withdraw.

She looked at the familiar face atop the statue and suddenly broke into a smile.

She smiled like a child, then pouted one side of her cheek childishly and let out a soft breath, murmuring, "Master, Ruoching is about to beco a master too."

"I definitely won’t be as irresponsible as you were."

A white mist slowly condensed in front of her, vaguely taking the shape of a person—it was the figure of that person, their voice and smile as if before her eyes.

"Master, I like you."