Chapter 117 - 113: Fish Red Sleeve and Wenren Pingxin_1

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Su Bei stepped onto the clifftop. He looked at Xiao Ruoching, who still wore a cold expression as he held her, snorted, then set her down and scolded, "What are you running for? I told you to stop, but you just ran even harder?" "..." Listening to Su Bei’s accusation, Xiao Ruoching felt the sorrow in her heart intensify. Although her Master had done nothing to her in this life, she simply couldn’t bear to see him being affectionate with other women! The concern in her heart was no longer about whether she should kill him or not. Xiao Ruoching turned her head away and spoke in an indifferent tone, "Why did Master chase after me? Weren’t you passionately kissing Ninth Uncle? And still, you concern yourself with this disciple of yours..." Su Bei furrowed his brows. Hearing Xiao Ruoching’s acidic words, a peculiar expression suddenly appeared on his face. Ever since Mo City, he had sensed a faint scent of jealousy from this failure of a disciple. What is this? Such strong possessiveness. This won’t do! Disrespecting one’s master and ancestors was one thing—he could even accept that—but he absolutely couldn’t let her constantly question and talk back to him! He had taken a disciple to be a tool, not to raise an ancestor! With this thought, Su Bei snorted and then began to scold, "Then run! I, your Master, won’t bother with you. Just as you said, I can be passionately kissing your Ninth Uncle. Why would I spare any attention for you? Why don’t you just fall off and smash—" Mid-sentence, Su Bei suddenly stopped as he watched Xiao Ruoching’s ever-changing, enigmatic eyes. A flash of realization crossed his eyes, and he stared blankly at the dazed Xiao Ruoching before him. Wait a minute? Did she just fall off a cliff? Fall off a cliff!? Isn’t this the very cliff I’ve been looking for all this way!? If I hadn’t saved her, would she already be encountering a fortuitous opportunity at the bottom of the cliff? Might she have already discovered a Cultivation Technique from within a dead monkey’s belly? ... Xiao Ruoching’s hands were lightly clasped as she let Su Bei scold her. Listening, tears began to flow down her somewhat pale cheeks. When she saw the scene of Su Bei being forcefully kissed by Dan Wulan, it struck her like a bolt from the blue, lingering incessantly in her heart. But what right did she have? Not only did she have no right, but she should probably feel happy about this matter! This way, she would no longer hesitate when she struck at him; she could kill him with a single sword strike, without any psychological burden... While lost in her frantic thoughts, she suddenly saw her Master’s intense gaze fixed on her. It seemed he even licked his lips. Xiao Ruoching was instantly scared stiff. She instinctively took a step back, her long hair fluttering in the snowstorm, like a little white rabbit targeted by a big gray wolf. —Of course, the little white rabbit wasn’t small. "Master..." Xiao Ruoching shrank her neck, her body trembling slightly. As Su Bei stepped forward, Xiao Ruoching stepped back, not forgetting to tighten her robe. The wind made Xiao Ruoching’s robes flap loudly, highlighting her already undulating figure. The cold wind directly outlined a perfect curve, displaying it to the fullest. It was just a pity Su Bei was in no mood to appreciate the graceful scene before him. —After all, no matter how grand the world is, it’s not as grand as the Head Senior Sister’s buns! Now, Su Bei’s mind echoed with the words ’jump off the cliff’ and ’fortuitous opportunity’. Xiao Ruoching’s arms were tightly wrapped around her chest. It seemed the earlier tension caused cold sweat to instantly break out. The delicate sensation of the damp gauze against her skin sent an inexplicable chill through her. Swallowing lightly, she looked bewilderedly at her Master, who seemed like a different person. "Disciple, how about you jump down again?" "..." Su Bei looked at Xiao Ruoching with hope, gently rubbing his hands together. Xiao Ruoching was immediately bewildered, as if she hadn’t understood Su Bei’s meaning. Her panicked eyes stared unblinkingly at him. "Jump... once more?" Su Bei stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back. He gazed at the layers upon layers of the cloud sea before him and the snowflakes fluttering like fluff, then said in a deep voice, "Disciple, the Cultivation Technique you practice is an unparalleled one. When you ran here a moment ago and fell off the cliff, it was predestined. Instead, I, your Master, intervened and saved you, thereby delaying your cultivation, which should have progressed a thousand miles a day. Now, there is still a way to make amends..." Listening to Su Bei’s rambling, Xiao Ruoching looked at him with a skeptical expression. She subconsciously glanced at the pitch-black abyss below her feet; the discomfort she had felt earlier seemed to have lessened considerably at this moment. Looking at the eager Su Bei, Xiao Ruoching said nothing and ran back in the direction she had come from. Only a fool would jump down. Su Bei was engrossed in describing how heaven-defying the Cultivation Technique his disciple was about to find was, when he saw her sneaking back. He grabbed her, pulled her over, clutched her clothes, and said with heartfelt emotion, "Disciple, has your Master ever harmed you? Listen! How could a Master possibly harm his own disciple?" "..." As soon as Su Bei finished speaking, Xiao Ruoching stopped struggling and let Su Bei hold her soft little hand. Slowly turning around, her eyes grew serious. She looked deeply at Su Bei and whispered, "Master, you really won’t harm your disciple, will you?" Thinking Xiao Ruoching had agreed, Su Bei’s lips curved into a pleasing arc, and in a gentle voice, he said, "Of course! I, your Master, cherish my disciple the most! But before you go down, you still need to inform your Ninth Uncle. It would be best to bring him along..." "..." Xiao Ruoching fell silent for a while, biting her thin lips, listening to Su Bei’s words that seemed like a promise yet not quite. Her eyes complex, she looked at Su Bei, then a cold smirk touched her lips. She turned and said indifferently, "Well then, Master, you go and jump off the cliff with Ninth Uncle. This disciple won’t disturb you. After all, this disciple, in Master’s heart..." Before Xiao Ruoching could finish speaking— SLAP— She once again felt a burning pain from behind. Xiao Ruoching’s face reddened. She covered her rear with her hands, her misty eyes filled with shame and anger as she looked at Su Bei. How many times now? In such a short period, how many times had she been hit? Was her Master getting addicted to this? She wasn’t a child anymore, she... But she had no way to kill him now... She could only lift her sword-pattern embroidered shoes and stomp hard on the snowy ground, making CRUNCH CRUNCH sounds. Su Bei looked thoughtfully at his own hand, feeling the lingering, delicate sensation on it, and muttered, "It seems... it got bigger?" ... 「In Hua Province, at Five Passage Junction,」 an old man with long, gray hair appeared utterly calm. His withered face showed no hint of emotion as he flipped through the newspaper in his hands, simply remarking, "I must say, Star Moon Sect’s idea is excellent. The person who conceived of such an item is truly talented." "..." The well-dressed man below nodded and then spoke, "Great Elder, I have some news. Although I cannot be certain, it is highly credible!" The Great Elder raised an eyebrow, signaling the disciple to continue. "During my time in Mo City, I encountered a man closely associated with the Red Pavilion. This man was none other than the Fifth Elder of Sword Sect, Su Bei! This newspaper is likely his creation. He stayed in Mo City for just a few days and managed to utterly discredit Wuhua Palace. Now, the entire Mo City holds Sword Sect in high regard... This person’s ability to incite is extremely strong. He has won great popular support in Mo City, and his influence has even surpassed that of our Sect! If this is allowed to continue, it could affect our Sect’s recruitment in the two great empires. After all, the Sacred Land’s recruitment grand event, held once every fifty years, is about to begin..." A disdainful curve touched the Great Elder’s lips. He waved his hand, looked at the newspaper, and said solemnly, "I have heard a bit about that Su Bei. He is a bit odd, yes, but it’s not as severe as you imagine. Ultimately, the strength of the various Great Sects is clear for all to see. At most, this can only influence the choices of some commoner disciples without backing. As long as we firmly grasp the elite disciples from prominent families, these are minor matters. Focus on organizing the opening ceremony for the recruitment grand event. The rest is not your concern." After a moment’s hesitation, the Great Elder stroked his beard, peered at the newspaper in his hand, and added, "Take this to Shu Feng. Have them try to replicate and develop some of these in the coming days. This pie is very large; Star Moon Sect probably won’t be able to eat it all..." The man bowed respectfully and retreated. ... 「In Mo City, Red Pavilion.」 Behind the screen, crimson candles glowed, their light illuminating the screen, making the large red Peony depicted on it appear strikingly lifelike and captivating. A white-clothed maidservant rushed behind the screen. There, she saw Yu Hongxiu lying sideways on the bed, one jade arm propping up her head. The brocade quilt covered Yu Hongxiu to the waist, revealing her red silk gauze dress. She appeared languid and seductive, a smile playing on her beautiful face. On the low table beside the brocade couch was an array of fruits and wine. Yu Hongxiu leisurely picked grapes from the table with her other hand, savoring them. Her silk-thread-like eyes, brimming with flirtatious charm, were fixed on the white-clothed maidservant. "How did it go?" The white-clothed maidservant suppressed the shock in her heart, took a deep breath, and said, "Sect Master! They’re all sold out! Not a single one left! Now, all the Star Moon Sect halls in the Twenty-One Provinces are in a mad rush, accelerating printing. We’ve never seen anything so profitable..." Yu Hongxiu lowered her gaze, her lips curving into a charming smile as if everything was within her expectations. "That’s as expected," she said. Then she waved her hand at the white-clothed maidservant. Although the maidservant did not understand what was happening, she still bowed her head respectfully and withdrew. Yu Hongxiu lightly bit her fair and slender fingers, her eyes gazing at the ceiling with an amused glint. She lazily turned over, revealing a pair of long, well-rounded, beautiful legs, and chuckled, "What’s this? We haven’t seen each other for years, and the people of Sword Sect have all become such sneaky rats? Should I call you Acting Sect Leader? Or Great Elder? Wenren Pingxin."

Chapter 117 - 113: Fish Red Sleeve and Wenren Pingxin_1

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