All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 107 - 105: The Difficulties of Cultivating to Become an Immortal (Please Subscribe!!)_1

The platform in front of the City Master Mansion had been set up early. Fang Yu, adhering to the idea of sending Su Bei, this calamity star, off in comfort, wanted him to finish his show and hurry to leave Mo City.

Everything was prepared with extreme solemnity; the grand red carpet laid out on the ground stretched for miles.

Stepping onto the red carpet, Su Bei straightened his clothes, his bearing leisurely and composed as he casually strolled towards the high stage.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The sound of drums instantaneously reverberated throughout Mo City.

With a calm demeanor, Su Bei watched all this, hands clasped behind his back in an aloof, enlightened manner. Suddenly, he saw the row of people in front of him lifting suonas, about to play them towards him. His hair instantly stood on end.

He quickly reached out, gesturing for them to stop, and cleared his throat lightly.

Then, amidst a sea of puzzled gazes, he smiled faintly and said,

"There’s really no need for such grandeur!

The Dao I speak of is not some profound and inscrutable knowledge!"

Following closely behind Su Bei was Xiao Ruoching. His face sported two very noticeable dark circles under his eyes, and he was panting slightly. He then turned his gaze to Mo Li, who was staring at him without blinking.

Mo Li looked at the shadows under Xiao Ruoching’s eyes with complex feelings, her small hand gripping tightly.

Their eyes met from afar, and then they both turned their heads away at the same time.

Walking on the red carpet, under Su Bei’s deliberate actions, a sun-like dazzling brilliance bloomed behind him.

Zhen Jianting, who had been hiding behind the eaves, carefully observed Su Bei’s hand signals. When the timing was nearly right, he hurriedly opened the cage he held.

SCREECH!!

A crane’s cry pierced the sky, emerging from the clouds, breaking through the morning sun.

Just at that moment, Su Bei stepped onto the stage. The ascending sun partially gilded him, casting a radiant gleam on his Azure Crown and a smoky haze on his jade-like face. This image caught the gaze of tens of thousands.

A hush fell over the crowd!

All eyes were riveted on Su Bei, each filled with inconceivable amazement!

The next instant, an overwhelming chorus of cheers erupted,

"WOOOHOOO!"

"Elder Su, so handsome! I want to bear your children!"

"Mommy, that big goose looks so beautiful! And it can fly..."

Su Bei’s eyes faintly swept over the tens of thousands in the audience below.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating, their eyes sparkling with expectation for what stirring words the Sword Sect’s Elder Su would speak!

As Su Bei weighed his words, his voice soon echoed across the sky above the City Master Mansion,

"Alas, so perilous and high!

The difficulty of cultivating immortality, harder than reaching the blue heavens!!"

The audience below gazed at Su Bei with puzzled faces.

Though they didn’t understand what Elder Su was saying, they were convinced that it must be some profound precept to advance one’s Dao heart!

Because of the massive crowd, there were many among them who already had some level of cultivation or were disciples from other Great Sects.

A muscle-bound giant standing over two meters tall listened to Su Bei’s words, his brow deeply furrowed.

In earlier years, he had heard rumors that Elder Su from the Sword Sect could produce a poem with each step, reciting eighteen world-shaking verses that called forth clouds of virtue to fill the sky. Though he harbored doubts, the rumors were so varied that he could not discern the truth. His heart had long yearned for such awe-inspiring talent.

Hearing that Elder Su was to speak the Dao in Mo City, he had hurried to the scene at the first opportunity, just to experience firsthand the fabled Su Bei, who had trounced his fellow brothers and left them face-planted on the ground.

Engulfed in his reverie, Su Bei’s voice once again resounded across the space above the City Master Mansion.

Following this, his pace of speech gradually slowed, yet his voice grew ever more fervent and impassioned,

"You have come forty-eight thousand years, not mixing with the mere mortals below.

Above, there are dragons that circle the sun at a lofty height; below, there are rushing waves that bend backwards in the river’s course.

Even the yellow crane cannot fly past, and the gibbons despair, clinging for support."

BOOM!

In an instant, endless golden light burst forth abundantly, shooting beams of gold from the heavens above!

HISS!

The crowd on-site was all agape, staring in utter disbelief at the scene unfolding before their eyes, and a wave of discussion quickly arose,

"What’s happening here? Isn’t this...the kind of celestial phenomenon that only disciples of the Confucian School in the South Wind Ancient Country can produce?"

"But isn’t this phenomenon just something that exists in legends? I’ve been to South Wind Ancient Country, and all I saw were pedantic scholars rambling on and on, eventually attracting a circle of flies."

"Golden light? A poem for the ages?! Heavenly Dao’s endorsement?"

"But why would Elder Su suddenly recite a poem out of the blue?"

"We’re all uneducated folks here; we don’t understand it anyway!"

"I don’t know, I just came here to get some eggs!"

The burly man with bulging muscles was stupefied, swallowing saliva, clutching the copy of "The Martial Maxims" hidden in his sleeve, his eyes deeply fixed on Su Bei, who continued to speak with torrent-like eloquence.

Qin Shan watched the auspicious clouds above the sky in shock. He then took another look at the increasingly impassioned Su Bei, who seemed to handle everything with ease, and swallowed hard several times, almost choking.

Is he... is he serious? Randomly giving some incomprehensible speech, and then he creates a poem that will be passed down through generations? Isn’t that supposed to be very difficult? Although I don’t follow the Confucian Dao, I know that even the direct disciples of the Confucian Sage probably can’t just whip up a poem that attracts the golden legend and virtuous clouds spreading through the sky... Could I have been wrong? Was Su Bei really imparting wisdom?!

Xiao Ruoching was dumbfounded. He vigorously rubbed his eyes, triple-checking that he wasn’t seeing things, that he wasn’t mistaken!

—So, Master came to the City Master Mansion to impart wisdom, just to recite a poem? What inscrutable things are going on in his mind?

Su Bei looked on contently as the great Dao above bestowed blossoms for him, speaking in a manner that dazzled everyone,

"The Sword Sect stands tall and magnificent. A single man guards the pass, unyielding to thousands!!

The difficulty of cultivating immortality is greater than reaching the heavens; side glances filled with deep sighs!"

As Su Bei’s speech concluded!

BOOM!

BOOM!

The light of the great Dao fell, and in an instant, the characters from Su Bei’s poem "The Hardship of Cultivating Immortality" appeared in the heavens above!

「South Wind Ancient Country.」 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

In a thatched cottage an immense distance from Mo City.

A middle-aged man, as tall as a small mountain, whose robe was tightly stretched by the bulging muscles of his back and whose hair was carelessly tied up, suddenly had a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

He slowly stood up, gazing towards the east with a distant look!

Just at that moment, a crisp and pleasant voice reached the middle-aged man’s ears,

"Father, what is it?"

The middle-aged man turned around, looked at the woman in front of him, and shook his head, saying,

"Someone has composed a poem for the ages!"

Wisps of blue smoke curled slowly upward from the cottage’s chimney.

The humble thatched cottage nestled by the water, surrounded by neatly arranged bamboo fences. When the breeze blew, it created a rustling sound.

The sunlight, showering the bamboo fence, cast rainbow shadows through each little gap.

The woman gently fluttered her beautiful eyelashes, the soft sunlight reflecting upon her delicate and tender face as she whispered,

"A poem for the ages?"