Chapter 142 - 133 You Go Die, Master!_1

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The Sword Maiden was instantly transfixed, listening to Su Bei's gentle words. It was the first time she had been so close to a man, yet in his gaze, she saw neither condescending pity nor any deliberate affectation. He was simply expressing a truth he believed in from the bottom of his heart: a man's respect for a woman, unadulterated by anything else. It was equal and natural. The Sword Maiden looked up at Du Er Ya and noticed her eyes too were blurred with tears. Su Bei extended his hand towards the Sword Maiden, blinked, and said, "So, as a Sword Sect Disciple, would you like to join me at the Sword Sect's opening ceremony?" The chilly wind gently blew, and the edges of robes fluttered slightly. As soon as Su Bei finished speaking, an instant hush fell over the base of No-Sword Peak. Everyone stared at the scene in disbelief. The Fifth Elder was actually inviting a mute to accompany him to the solemn and grand opening ceremony of the Twenty-One Provinces? Upon hearing Su Bei's words, the Sword Maiden's nervous face became bewildered, and she quickly gestured to Su Bei. Seeing Su Bei looking somewhat puzzled, Du Er Ya calmed her shocked heart and looked at Su Bei with immense gratitude, timidly saying, "Fifth Elder, the Sword Maiden says she cannot speak, her cultivation realm is not high... she is not someone with talent in the Sword Sect." "Someone like me isn't qualified to go." She paused for a moment before hastily adding, "Fifth Elder, the Sword Maiden works very hard. Though she's mute, she is kind and strong! Even when washing swords, she does it until very late..." Su Bei understood what the Sword Maiden was trying to convey. He gently lifted his head, his gaze as calm as a serene lake, looking over the entire crowd. He then took a deep breath. Sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, casting mottled patterns that glinted off Su Bei's white garments. His white robes billowed gently, as if across a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers; then, the white fabric seemed to ripple, arriving before their very eyes in an instant. Then Su Bei's words, plain yet solemn, immediately echoed at the base of No-Sword Peak: "Whether ordinary disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, or Direct Disciples. "In this world, a person's identity and status are often determined by talent and strength. Survival of the fittest is the unchanging truth of this world. "However, at least in the Sword Sect, at No-Sword Peak, the cornerstone of the great hall is not higher than the lowest foundation stone. "No-Sword Peak welcomes all Sword Sect Disciples." As Su Bei's words settled, tears immediately welled in the Sword Maiden's eyes. She raised her small, calloused hand to cover her lips, trying not to sob too loudly. Apart from her mother and senior apprentice-sisters, Su Bei was the first person to show her respect. Wenren Pingxin gazed fixedly at Su Bei, her junior apprentice-brother, watching him with a thoughtful expression. She had never seen Su Bei so serious before. In the Sword Sect, she was aware that bullying often occurred among the numerous disciples. It was a rule everyone tacitly accepted, a method to motivate disciples to become stronger. She had thought that Su Bei was merely indulging in a whim by choosing female disciples in the Sword Sect, but his sudden actions now left her puzzled... A sense of melancholy filled her heart, and she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. Perhaps, in his heart, he truly harbored a kindness and justice she had never understood? Xiao Ruoching stopped in her tracks, her gaze incredulous as she looked at her master. Were these words really spoken by the master she knew? "Servant Disciples are also Sword Sect Disciples." "The cornerstone of the No-Sword Peak great hall is not higher than the lowest foundation stone." Suddenly, a sob came from the crowd; it was the deaf cook, Du Xiaohua. The disciples next to her gestured with sign language, and she roughly understood what Su Bei meant. The sobbing spread through the crowd, and one after another, Sword Sect Disciples stepped out, unorganized, spontaneously moving towards Su Bei. Tears that couldn't quite be described shimmered in their eyes as they bowed deeply to Su Bei. "That's Hua Xiaotao. She was once a talent too, but alas, her Golden Core was destroyed. Now she is already a cripple..." "It's Du Er Bao, who lost his cultivation saving a comrade during a mission!" "There's Ye Xiaoyu. Her face was disfigured, so she always wears a black mask, too ashamed to show herself. Alas!" "It's the girl with the large face..." "And Miss Jiayan." Su Bei watched the scene in astonishment. He had not expected that the Sword Sect still had so many regarded as worthless by the entire Twenty-One Provinces. Yet, seeing the tears in their eyes—tears that seemed to signify they had finally received acknowledgment—his heart couldn't help but stir, and he let out a wry smile. Indeed, in the world of cultivators, the concept that might makes right is deeply ingrained. This, too, is a kind of sadness, isn't it? Then Su Bei took a deep breath, looked at each of the women before him, and made a decision. "Would you like to join this elder in attending the opening ceremony of the Sword Sect?" The Thousand-Armed Guanyin from his previous life was perhaps tailor-made for people like them, wasn't it? Tears instantly streamed from the eyes of these women. They too had once been talents, revered by others. Forgotten in corners for countless years, subjected to endless ridicule and cursing, it seemed like for the first time they saw the sunlight. The Fifth Elder was like a ray of light, offering the final redemption to this parched land. "We are willing!" The voice echoed below No-Sword Peak. The other Sword Sect Disciples silently watched this scene. This time, no one vied for a position. It was unclear who started it, but the next moment, applause broke out, resounding throughout the base of No-Sword Peak. Wenren Pingxin took a deep look at Su Bei, then turned and disappeared from sight. She knew that within the Sword Sect, in terms of prestige, there was likely no one who could reach Su Bei's heights. His reputation was at its zenith! After an afternoon of selections, Su Bei leaned on his spendthrift disciple and yawned, making his way back to the thatched cottage. All this time, Xiao Ruoching didn't speak, letting her master lean on her. The emotions in her heart hadn't subsided. She felt that her master, in his previous life, must have hidden some secrets she didn't know! As Su Bei leaned on her, a faint fragrance reached his nostrils. Turning his head, he looked at his disciple's compliant form and suddenly felt the urge to tease her. Then, his large hand slowly but firmly reached for his spendthrift disciple's waist. The moment he touched Xiao Ruoching's waist, she, who was deep in thought, trembled instantly. Through the thin layers of clothing, Su Bei could distinctly feel the delicate warmth at his fingertips. Then he gently pinched... "Mmph~" Xiao Ruoching's face instantly flushed with a hint of red, and she glared annoyedly at her master, who was pretending to be serious. Su Bei frowned and said righteously, "Disciple, what's wrong? Why is your face so red? "Are you running a fever? A fever is an illness, you know! It needs to be treated with an injection... "Where's the needle? Let Master find it for you, shall I?" Xiao Ruoching's usually cool face finally showed some expression—a face full of black lines. How could this man be so shameless? Just a moment ago, he was like a savior, warming the hearts of all Sword Sect Disciples. Now, he was this lecherous, scoundrelly man. And when she was angry, the one who gently comforted her was also him... He was clearly a master whose natural charm could easily make people fall for him, yet he insisted on putting on such an act? Xiao Ruoching subtly pushed away Su Bei's hand and after a moment of silence, she said, "Master?" Su Bei was regretting why he hadn't touched a bit higher just now, and subconsciously answered. "Hmm? What is it?" Xiao Ruoching looked at Su Bei, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Master, why are you so kind to those injured disciples?" "How they are doesn't have anything to do with Master, does it? Even if Master helps them, they'll still end up being bullied by others..." Su Bei paused for a moment, then smiled and got up from his spendthrift disciple, stretching his arms and saying leisurely, "In the Twenty-One Provinces, having strength indeed allows one to protect those around them. Among cultivators, strength is respected, and that's true. "It's just that, in my view, at least within the Sword Sect, I was thinking, couldn't we give them a sense of belonging to the Sect? There are things in this world, aside from cultivating Immortals, that are worth seeing even further... "Cultivating Immortals, after all, is about cultivating freedom, not about cultivating shackles..." Xiao Ruoching pursed her lips and said nothing, just looking at Su Bei with misty eyes. "Um, also, that girl called Sword Maiden is so pretty. Your Master can't bear to see her bullied! How could those people bear it? Despicable! It pains your Master's heart to see it! "That fair little face..." CLANG! A sword hummed. A chilling sword light flashed before Su Bei's eyes. BOOM. Su Bei swallowed, his body tensing as he looked at the large tree next to him that had been cut down. What's with this spendthrift disciple of mine? How can her expression change so suddenly... "Master." "Just go die!" Xiao Ruoching said a few words to Su Bei with a cold expression, sheathed her sword after venting her emotions, and turned to storm into the thatched cottage. Su Bei smacked his lips, somewhat puzzled as he watched his disciple's receding back. He subconsciously smelled his fingertips—was that a bit fragrant? Beyond Su Bei's sight, Xiao Ruoching ran, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a glow on her lovely cheeks. The breeze brushed her face, and yet her lips slowly curved into a faint smile. This hesitation was fleeting, gone in a flash. Her fingertips curled slightly, gripping her Longsword tightly. Her delicate nose crinkled bit by bit, then the corners of her eyes gently curved upwards, a serene smile gracing her lips as she murmured to herself, "To your disciple, you are also... a gentle master!"

Chapter 142 - 133 You Go Die, Master!_1

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