All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 61_1

Redeem them?

Su Bei regarded the disciple, who was so excited he looked about to jump, with a strange expression.

What’s this all about? he wondered. I was just here to gather some information, and now they’re talking about me redeeming them?

Seeing the puzzled look on Su Bei’s face, the female disciple from the Star Moon Sect suddenly realized her mistake. She figured she had been too hasty and hadn’t explained properly, so she quickly said, "Esteemed senior! This is what happened."

"A few days ago, our Red Pavilion held its triennial courtesan competition. Well, you know, after selecting the top courtesan and ranking them, one can..."

"As guests of the Red Pavilion, your Sword Sect disciples can also, you know, partake."

"But... they didn’t bring enough money after they partook!"

"Out of humanitarian concern, the Red Pavilion simply detained them. Um, they should be in the bathhouse now, scrubbing backs to pay off their debt, right?"

"So... you didn’t know, senior? I thought you knew about this and had specifically come to the Red Pavilion to redeem them..."

Su Bei looked at the woman. Her face was so alight with excitement it seemed she might take flight, while his own darkened.

He barely restrained the urge to slap her. I almost swore out loud!

And here I was thinking those damn brats had fallen into some perilous, insane predicament.

Well, it is indeed insane.

Are their brains underdeveloped? Such a bunch of incompetents! Who goes to a brothel these days without enough money? This is a huge embarrassment to the Sword Sect! Besides, if they didn’t have money, couldn’t they just run? I’m supposed to be out making money, and now, instead of earning a dime, I might have to fork out a large sum? Wenren Pingxin couldn’t have done this intentionally, could she?

The more Su Bei thought about it, the more off things seemed, and his breathing grew rapid. Then, looking at the woman’s smug expression, he said coldly, "How much are they short?"

The female disciple was startled by the sudden chill in Su Bei’s demeanor. Only then did she realize she might have been too presumptuous.

She said, somewhat dejectedly, "Esteemed senior... Please wait a moment. I need to go report this upstairs."

With that, she scurried upstairs, hips swaying.

Su Bei sat with his legs crossed. In his mind, he’d already stabbed that smug woman hundreds of times! With a sword, of course.

「」

Soon, a woman in white entered, accompanied by that annoying-looking Star Moon Sect disciple. Following them were Sword Sect disciples, heads bowed and faces covered, too ashamed to meet anyone’s eyes.

The woman in white paused when she saw Su Bei. After blinking a few times, she asked, "Are you Elder Su of the Sword Sect?"

Su Bei, thoroughly irritated, tilted his head back, looking down his nose at the woman in white, and didn’t bother to answer.

He then walked over to the group of disciples, who were blushing with shame, feeling they had disgraced their Sword Sect elders. He lifted his foot and kicked one!

After a moment’s thought, he kicked another!

A chorus of yelps followed:

"AH!"

"Help me!"

"I was wrong!"

"Ahh, that feels so good~"

The woman in white thought, What in the world...?

She watched in astonishment as Su Bei kicked the Sword Sect disciples around. She swallowed hard, then noticed Su Bei’s murderous gaze and shrank back slightly.

This Su Bei is a bit difficult to deal with... she mused.

Feeling tired from all the kicking, Su Bei let out a long breath. He sat down and patted his shoulder. Xiao Ruoching, having learned her lesson this time, obediently and sensibly came forward to gently massage his shoulder.

Su Bei coughed heavily, then looked at the woman in white and nodded towards the table beside him.

The woman in white, her mind somewhat muddled, instinctively approached and poured a cup of tea for Su Bei.

Su Bei gulped down a large mouthful of tea, caught his breath, and then turned his gaze to the Sword Sect disciple he had kicked the hardest. The disciple looked thoroughly aggrieved. An unvented anger simmered within Su Bei as he demanded, "You! Yes, you! Explain yourself! What exactly happened?"

"Have you been cultivating on women’s navels? Learn from me! Be upright and righteous!"

"Besides, even if you do *that*, how could you not bring money? Didn’t you ask the price beforehand? Are all of you sharing a single brain?"

"..."

Mo Youqian swallowed hard. Seeing Su Bei pointing at him with a dark expression, he braced himself and said, "Fifth Elder! We Sword Sect Disciples have been tricked!"

"We’ve been wronged! How could we possibly not ask the price or come without money..."

Mo Youqian looked up at the woman in white, his face full of resentment, and then said with great grievance, "Fifth Elder! You must stand up for us disciples!"

"The Red Pavilion, they did this on purpose!"

"We clearly agreed beforehand: one thousand taels of gold!"

"..."

One thousand taels of gold? Su Bei frowned. That’s not expensive, is it? One spirit stone can be exchanged for ten taels of gold, so that’s only a hundred spirit stones. A mere hundred spirit stones, and Sword Sect Disciples can’t afford that? It costs me ten spirit stones just to ask for some news...

Seeing Su Bei’s confused expression, Mo Youqian felt even more aggrieved. Tears welled in his eyes as he cried out, "They! They’re deceiving us, Elder!"

"We also thought the price was very fair at first."

"But who knew they were luring us into a trap!"

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"..."

Mo Youqian’s face flushed crimson. Choking with frustration, he roared, "..."

Su Bei nearly spat out the tea he had just raised to his lips. He barely managed to swallow it down, then let out a long sigh.

Looking at Mo Youqian’s aggrieved expression, a hint of softness flickered in Su Bei’s eyes.

He then snorted coldly and, turning to the woman in white, asked, "Is that so? How much money is owed in total?"

The woman in white reluctantly pulled a long contract from her pocket, bearing the handwritten signatures of the Sword Sect disciples. She then began to read aloud:

"Mo Youqian, a total of 171,000 taels of gold."

"Hao Shuai, a total of 667,000 taels of gold."

"Zhen Jianting, um, a total of 3,000 taels of gold."

"..."

Before she could finish, a burly disciple, his face beet red, shot up and roared, "You... you’re talking nonsense!"

Su Bei stared at the contract in despair. Since it’s signed, there’s no way to back out... How are they going to repay this?

The image of Wenren Pingxin’s face flashed in his mind, and Su Bei gritted his teeth. His thoughts raced. Suddenly, he raised his head and gestured with his hand, interrupting the woman in white who was still reading the contract. "Who in the Red Pavilion is in charge here? Who’s the highest authority right now?"

"..."

The woman in white was taken aback. She blinked, looking somewhat bewildered.

Just then, a soft voice, carrying a subtle, alluring charm, drifted from beside Su Bei’s ear:

"Little guy, I am the owner of this Red Pavilion."

"What... do you have business with me?"

"..."

An involuntary shiver ran down Su Bei’s spine. He shot to his feet. With so many people watching, I can’t lose face, he thought, then said coldly, "Enough with the theatrics! Is this how the Red Pavilion treats its guests?"

"This Elder can not only pay off the debts these Sword Sect disciples owe, but I can also make your Red Pavilion earn tens of millions of gold taels a day—that’s no dream!"

"However, since your Star Moon Sect shows such a lack of sincerity, then let these Sword Sect disciples die here. I imagine the Cang Jing Sect would be very interested in talking with me..."

"..."

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