All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 96 - 95 The War Between Two Women_1

Inside the Red Pavilion’s five-star VIP suite.

Xiao Ruoching watched Mo Li with complex eyes. Mo Li was absorbed in combing her silver hair, her soaked garments, like her bellyband, hung beside the bronze mirror. Xiao Ruoching’s lips parted slightly, yet she hesitated to speak.

Through the bronze mirror, Mo Li saw Xiao Ruoching’s lips moving, as if she wanted to say something but was hesitating. Her beautiful eyes shifted, and she turned around, letting her newly changed sheer robe hang open. She looked at Xiao Ruoching with a hint of amusement, a slight curve to her lips as she asked lightly, "Miss Xiao, what’s wrong?"

Xiao Ruoching didn’t immediately reply. Listening to Mo Li’s form of address, an inexplicable irritation surged in her heart, her chest rising and falling gently. For some reason, ever since I saw Mo Li, I’ve felt that she seems different from her previous life. She thought. Her temperament is still cold and aloof; seemingly friendly, yet she always unintentionally exudes an air of superiority. But what specific changes there are, I can’t quite put my finger on.

Xiao Ruoching pursed her red lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, "...Did you really not do it?"

The thought of the orderly scenes she had witnessed in the Red Pavilion made anxiety quicken Xiao Ruoching’s heartbeat, and a blush crept up to her ears.

"No, Elder Su did not lay a finger on me," Mo Li replied affirmatively.

Hearing Mo Li’s certain response, Xiao Ruoching felt the tightness in her heart finally release. After a moment of thought, she subconsciously asked, "Then Miss Mo, what do you think... what do you think of Elder Su as a person?"

Upon hearing Xiao Ruoching’s words, Mo Li lightly raised her delicate eyebrows, a glint of mockery in her eyes. After drying her silver hair, she moved away from the bronze mirror. Walking barefoot, she placed one jade-like leg gently upon a stool. Glistening water droplets slid down her smooth skin. Mo Li took out a handkerchief to delicately pat them dry, not forgetting the drops between her slightly curled toes.

With her back to Xiao Ruoching, Mo Li’s eyes narrowed slightly. I know perfectly well what this Senior Sister of hers means. She then said demurely, "Elder Su is naturally upright and honest, worthy of being a Sword Sect Elder. Mo Li is somewhat envious that Miss Xiao could become Elder Su’s disciple..."

Hearing Mo Li’s words, Xiao Ruoching felt her heart sink slightly. It’s just as I thought! Little Sister Mo definitely intends to become Su Bei’s disciple! Since fate arranged for us to meet alone, I... I absolutely cannot let Mo Li repeat the same mistakes in this life! Yes, I simply don’t want Little Sister Mo Li, a proud daughter of heaven, to die at Master’s hands! After all, in our previous life, Mo Li was the first person to whom Master showed his fangs.

With that thought, Xiao Ruoching steadied her breathing, then clenched her small hands tightly. She looked at Mo Li and said, "Miss Mo, actually... Elder Su may not be the perfect person you perceive him to be! I know you might not believe me; people tend to trust only what they see with their own eyes..."

Before Xiao Ruoching could finish, a cold smirk touched Mo Li’s lips. She leaned forward slightly, her delicate, fair insteps tensing, as she picked up a nail clipper from nearby to gently trim her toenails.

How could I not understand the subtext in Xiao Ruoching’s words? Mo Li mused. She’s indirectly trying to discourage me from seeking Su Bei as my mentor, to stop me from competing with her for him! If I hadn’t lived through this once before, her words might have thrown me into a dilemma. After all, I have no grudge against her; she would have no reason to harm me.

However, the thought of the betrayal in her previous life by Su Beitong and Xiao Ruoching, that despicable couple, sent a chill through Mo Li’s heart. I hadn’t expected Xiao Ruoching to have already developed feelings for Su Bei that transcend a mere master-disciple relationship at this point.

An unhealthy flush crept onto Mo Li’s delicate face. She turned to face Xiao Ruoching, looking down at her, her voice laced with a hint of challenge as she provocatively asked, "Miss Xiao, when did you become Elder Su’s disciple?"

Xiao Ruoching blinked, meeting Mo Li’s condescending gaze. Oh no! she thought. Mo Li probably thinks I’m looking down on her talent and trying to prevent her from becoming Su Bei’s disciple! But seeing Mo Li’s arrogant expression, a wave of annoyance washed over Xiao Ruoching. What right does she have to question when I became Su Bei’s disciple? I’ve been reborn; how could I let her suppress me? I was just trying to give her a kind warning, to save her. If she doesn’t appreciate it, fine, but there’s no need to provoke me! I’m not a pushover!

Looking at Mo Li’s undisguised, proud figure, Xiao Ruoching felt she shouldn’t be overshadowed. She subconsciously straightened her posture and said coolly, "Not long ago."

"Oh? You only recently became his disciple, yet you think you can see Elder Su clearly?" Mo Li’s eyes narrowed. She put down her perfectly manicured foot—fair, delicate, yet with a slender, bony grace. Lightly rising onto her tiptoes, the curve of her arch and ankle forming a perfect line, she then straightened up and walked towards Xiao Ruoching.

Refusing to show weakness, Xiao Ruoching also rose, straightening her body further. She lifted her chin and met Mo Li’s gaze, saying coolly, "It was just a friendly piece of advice for Miss Mo. Ultimately, the choice to listen is yours..."

Mo Li’s lips curved into a slight smile. Her body suddenly leaned forward, close to Xiao Ruoching’s ear, as she whispered, "Then Mo Li thanks Miss Xiao for the reminder. But I wonder, if Miss Xiao has such opinions about Elder Su, why did you still choose to become his disciple? Or has Elder Su accepted a disciple who lacks basic courtesy? My future, dear Senior Sister?"

Xiao Ruoching scoffed and took a step back. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed at the silver-haired woman before her. "Whether I, Xiao Ruoching, know etiquette is not for Miss Mo to say," she stated solemnly. "As for Miss Mo, perhaps growing up privileged and pampered has made your talent the source of your immense confidence? I am not your senior sister, and I never will be."

As her words fell, a powerful Foundation Establishment aura instantly pressed down on Mo Li.

Mo Li grunted and stumbled back several paces, her eyes filled with disbelief and uncertainty as she looked at the Senior Sister before her. So strong! How is this possible? Even with my past life’s experience and my memory of the initial volumes of the Sword Scripture, I’ve only just reached Qi Cultivation! How could she cultivate faster than me?

Both women, harboring their own schemes, stared at each other. Silence filled the room.

Suddenly, a clamor arose from outside the window, mingled with indistinct shouts demanding that Elder Su come out, and other such phrases.

Almost in unison, the two women walked towards the window, gently pulling back the curtain to listen.

After a moment, Xiao Ruoching pursed her thin lips, looking strangely at the equally bewildered Mo Li. "Master is being wrongly accused because of you," she said. "Aren’t you going to go out and explain?"

Mo Li struggled internally. Admittedly, Su Bei being misunderstood should have pleased her. But all those people mocking him... what right did they have? What qualifications? They’re nothing but lowly mortals! Only I have the right to...

A cold light flashed in Mo Li’s eyes. She closed the curtains and walked to the bronze mirror. She shed her sheer robe and silently donned the still-damp bellyband and white moon robe. Without even taking time to fasten her cherry blossom hairpin, her long silver hair unbound, she gave Xiao Ruoching a fleeting glance, then turned and hurriedly left the room.

Seeing this, Xiao Ruoching quickly followed.