All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 78 Sanctuary Utopia_1

How could he be okay?

Su Bei felt an unbearable tension the moment he stood up! This experience was truly indescribable.

The only solution might just be to let ’it’ point upwards.

Xiao Ruoching stared blankly at this scene. Watching Mo Li, who clearly had a different personality from her previous life, she felt an unexplained irritation rise in her heart once again!

That’s right! This irritation is coming from Su Bei! I can’t let him flirt with Little Sister Mo. I have to protect my little sister, so...

"Master! Important matters take precedence!" Xiao Ruoching pursed her thin lips and said indifferently.

Mo Li was still gripping Su Bei’s hand, preventing him from sitting, which made him incredibly uncomfortable. He was just about to find an excuse to sit down when he heard Xiao Ruoching’s words and instantly felt a wave of relief!

He quickly withdrew his hand from Mo Li’s grasp, sat down, and crossed his legs again.

Mo Li glanced at Xiao Ruoching, a peculiar glint in her eyes.

Their eyes met once more.

As a woman, Mo Li’s intuition told her that Xiao Ruoching harbored indescribably complex feelings for Su Bei.

She couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

Has it progressed this quickly? By my calculations, Senior Sister has only been Master’s apprentice for a month at most. No! I absolutely can’t let her fall for him this fast!

Their gazes parted. Simultaneously, the same thought arose in both women’s hearts:

In this life, I *will* save my Senior Sister (Little Sister)! Master, I’m going to kill you!

"..."

Su Bei gently closed his eyes. He felt his breath quicken; the searing heat within his body was almost impossible to suppress.

He hurriedly activated the Selfless Realm again, forcibly calming the inferno inside him and slowing his blood flow.

Time ticked by. It was almost noon, and the restaurant gradually began to fill with patrons.

Su Bei looked at Mo Li with satisfaction. Although both she and Xiao Ruoching felt strange to him, it was undeniable that Mo Li was a cultivation seedling with extraordinary talent and an exceptional constitution.

There’s absolutely no problem with her becoming my tool—I mean, my disciple! Nothing could be more perfect!

He just didn’t know what was wrong with Xiao Ruoching; she kept coughing faintly for no apparent reason.

Is she uncomfortable with me taking on disciples? Is she jealous? She’s practically a vinegar vat!

Su Bei felt it necessary to correct this disciple of his’s perpetually jealous nature.

"Disciple, once upon a time, there was a person who loved to drink vinegar!"

"..."

Xiao Ruoching blinked, her gaze calm as she looked at the teacup before her. "And then what?" she asked.

"And then she died of sourness."

Xiao Ruoching: "..."

Just then, a clamor erupted from the stairway at the corner of the second floor, mingled with the fawning voice of a waiter and unrestrained laughter:

"Masters from Wuhua Palace... this way, please!"

"No more private rooms?"

"None left, sirs. There are only some empty seats on the second floor!"

"HMM! You arrange it!"

"..."

Following this, a group of men in Daoist Robes ascended the stairs. After glancing around, they found a table on the second floor and sat down.

"Elder Luo, it seems our Wuhua Palace’s recruitment drive in Mo City is progressing well this time! Everyone has a good impression of us!"

"Elder Luo, I heard that the Security Council Execution Sect, Yuan Da Yuan, seems to have already selected the venue for this year’s opening ceremony for all sects in the Twenty-One Provinces."

"It’s in Sanctuary Utopia!"

"The announcement should reach everyone in the Twenty-One Provinces in a few days..."

The man known as Elder Luo narrowed his eyes, mulled it over for a moment, then said softly, "HMM! No matter where it is, Wuhua Palace’s opening ceremony this year will definitely astound the entire Twenty-One Provinces!"

"Let’s set a small goal for this year: recruit ten million! No matter what, lure them in first, then we can filter them out bit by bit!"

Upon hearing this, the group of disciples looked enlightened. They clapped wildly, their eyes filled with admiration as they said,

"HAHAHA!"

"As expected of Elder Luo! Your words are so profound, they are more enlightening than... your own words!"

"Yes, listening to Elder Luo’s speech, I feel like I’ve learned so much!"

"EH? Elder Luo, isn’t that group over there from the Sword Sect?"

"..."

One of the Disciples of Wuhua Palace, as if spotting something amusing, curled his lip into a sneer. He looked at the Sword Sect Disciples and said derisively, "TSK TSK TSK! Does the Sword Sect have no self-awareness? Still sending people out to recruit?"

"Shouldn’t you be busy burning your ancestral tombs back at the Sword Sect?"

"HAHAHA! The Sword Sect thinks it’s fit to recruit? I bet you’ll drop out of the 985 league this year!"

"..."

The Sword Sect Disciples, who had been quietly drinking their congee, instantly flared up at these words. One by one, they shot to their feet, glaring daggers at the Disciples of Wuhua Palace.

"You’re full of shit!"

"Why can’t our Sword Sect recruit? Only Wuhua Palace is allowed?"

"HUH! PAH! A bunch of weaklings who can’t even last three breaths!"

"..."

A Disciple of Wuhua Palace stepped forward, looking provocatively at Zhen Jianting. He scanned him up and down and said in a sneering, ambiguous tone, "TSK TSK TSK, who are you talking about? Who can’t last three breaths?"

"Actually, just yesterday in Little Willow Peach’s bed, she told me a certain Sword Sect Disciple only managed three thrusts..."

Zhen Jianting’s face instantly flushed crimson. He glared at the man, wishing he could rip his head off to use as a chamber pot, and roared, "When has any Sword Sect Disciple ever visited a vile place like the Red Pavilion?"

"Don’t just spew slander and utter nonsense..."

Seeing the conflict about to escalate, another Disciple of Wuhua Palace stood up, glanced around the crowd, and fanned the flames, "HUH! So the Sword Sect can’t even be talked about now?"

"Your recruitment has been rock bottom for years! Soon you’ll be worse than even the lowest-tier 211 sects!"

"A Sect like yours—every year at the opening ceremony, it’s predictably just someone thrusting a sword at the sky. Zero originality!"

"Isn’t that the truth?"

"A trash Sect is only fit for trash people!"

"I, Wang Ermazi, dare to bet everyone in this restaurant right now: the Sword Sect will be at the bottom of recruitment again this year!"

"..."

Mo Youqian reached out to stop Zhen Jianting, who was about to draw his sword. Mo Youqian snorted coldly and said gravely, "Our Sword Sect will absolutely not be at the bottom of recruitment this year!"

"Do you know who is in charge of our Sword Sect’s recruitment plan this year?"

"It’s our Sword Sect’s Fifth Elder! Elder Su!"

"..."

Hearing Mo Youqian’s words, Elder Luo of Wuhua Palace, who had been enjoying the show while sipping his tea, instantly sprayed a mouthful all over the floor.

Then he slowly rose, a strange expression on his face. He looked at Mo Youqian and said, "Elder Su? Junior, you must be joking!"

"As far as I, this Elder, know, the Sword Sect’s esteemed Fifth Elder, Su Bei, is a battle trash who has cultivated for a hundred years and is still only at the Mid Stage Divinity Transformation!"

"I, this Elder, am at the Refining Void stage! I could suppress him with one hand!"

"To entrust such a crucial task to an elder who’s only at Mid Stage Divinity Transformation... with the Second Elder and Sixth Elder locked up for burning ancestral tombs, and the Sect Leader’s whereabouts still unknown..."

"Does your Sword Sect not want to recruit anyone at all this year? Are you just planning to give up and let things rot? HAHAHA, that’s hilarious! You’re killing me!"

"A Sect like this... are you trying to be funny?"

"..."