All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 454 - 272 "Li Zijun, would you like to be my apprentice?"_2

Chapter 454: Chapter 272 "Li Zijun, would you like to be my apprentice?"_2

"A person’s character will not change; it is etched into their very bones!"

"I’ve seen through it all, I’ve seen through everything!"

The man smiled silently as he watched Su Bei, his eyes resting upon the slowly closing Guiding Sacred Light.

That head of black hair gradually turned snow-white, floating amidst the scarlet qi. Su Bei, terrified, discovered that his own hair was also slowly turning pale.

"Xiao Ruoching is your disciple."

"Mo Li is your disciple."

"Li Zijun is your disciple."

As he spoke, Su Bei laughed heartily. The Qingping Sword trembled anxiously in his hand, a sensation he had never felt from it before.

"Hahaha, Heart Demon, you are wrong! Li Zijun is not my disciple; my third disciple is Sword Maiden!"

"You are not Su Bei! I am Su Bei!"

Finally, Su Bei could see a clear change in the man’s eyes. Is it just my imagination? he wondered, yet he thought he could discern a flash of relief in them.

Speaking in a voice laden with meaning, the man said,

"Is that so? Well then..."

Then he saw the man’s hands suddenly erupt with a terrifying surge of Spiritual Energy. This energy transformed into a sky full of gilded light, etching itself onto the stone before the sword that hung inverted beside the heavens.

Stunned, Su Bei looked at the stone’s current appearance. It resembles the strange stone I comprehended in Wu City...

The man closed his eyes and sighed softly,

"Devouring Heaven is your destiny."

"Go forth... my own self."

That sigh seemed to carry an indescribable depth of worldly experience.

The man raised his hand, plucked a wisp of purple qi from the gradually closing heavens above, and infused it into Su Bei’s body.

Su Bei finally sensed something was amiss. This isn’t like any Heart Demon Tribulation I’ve experienced before. It’s not an illusion; this all seems to be buried deep within my Sea of Consciousness.

It seems that the longer I remain in this world, the more I can feel something new forming in my mind.

"Perhaps, I really am not you. This is your life; continue steadfastly on your path... perhaps you really could tread the path I’ve longed for nearly a thousand years."

With the infusion of that purple qi, Su Bei was startled to feel the Evil Qi flowing into his body suddenly merge with the Great Dao Qi within him, coalescing into a sphere.

The Great Dao Qi transformed into clear qi, rising to form the heavens. The Evil Qi transformed into turbid qi, sinking to form the earth. Heaven and Earth, over time, separated and then merged, gradually becoming Chaos.

"This is what Devouring Heaven is."

The man’s voice echoed thunderously between heaven and earth.

"This is the true Devouring Heaven, cultivating not Evil Qi, but Chaos."

"You are different from me..."

"You must go now..."

Su Bei felt his body growing transparent; his eyes beheld only a vast expanse of confusion. He looked at the man, looked at the gradually closing heavens, and shouted,

"The Guiding Sacred Light is about to disappear! Why aren’t you leaving?"

"Tell me, who are you really? Why does this all seem like it has been sealed for so long in my memory..."

The Wilderness Scripture coursed along Su Bei’s meridians, seeping into his Sea of Consciousness.

I’ve never cultivated The Wilderness Scripture...

"Answer me, my other self! What is all of this?"

"You need to explain it to me clearly!"

Like a butterfly in a dream gently flapping its wings, he had already seen change.

Even if it was just a little, it still carried hope.

The hope of the Twenty-One Provinces.

"Su Bei, wake up!"

"My lord... my lord, wake up..."

"Elder Su..."

Su Bei felt his eyelids were heavy, his body overwhelmed with endless Evil Qi, and he heard the anxious voices of two women echoing in his ears.

He lay there, dazed, constantly recalling the phrases in his mind.

These seem to be the answers, buried deep in my mind, covered in dust for a long time.

Ji Nanjue and Li Zijun’s faces were deathly pale as they looked at the unconscious Su Bei.

They watched his black hair progressively turn pale. In the heat of Jiangnan, snowflakes began to fall from the heavens.

Snowflakes drifted down, soon leaving a thin layer atop their bodies.

"My lord, what’s wrong with you?"

"You need to wake up!"

Kou Shou watched the scene before him, his pupils flaring with a blood-red chill. He licked the corners of his mouth, a cruel smile creeping across his face, and roared ferociously,

"Afraid of passing out, are you?"

"Prepare to die!!"

Nearly a hundred Grass Bandits followed him, soiled with blood, carrying stakes half a man tall on their shoulders. In their hands, they held strings of heads, resembling giant, bloody sugar-coated haws.

The blood on the first few to die on the ground had already dried on their contorted, grotesque faces. Those who died later still had beads of blood dripping, their expressions vacant yet eerily lifelike.

Su Bei gently opened his eyes, and Ji Nanjue stared blankly at him.

What met her gaze were not the pupils that always held a smile, gentle as a spring breeze.

They were filled with blood-red, deep black, cold, and murderous light—an extreme temperament, the antithesis of Su Bei, now manifesting in him.

Li Zijun clapped her hands over her mouth, tears instantly welling as she beheld the scene.

The thing I feared most... has finally happened...

Roars and shouts of killing rushed towards Su Bei, and he looked at everything before him.

The gloomy sky showed signs of the light snow turning heavy.

Dark clouds obscured the glaring sunlight, and black lightning crackled above them.

His face was devoid of emotion, but his eyes, dark as night, glinted with a bloodthirsty light.

The icy aura emanating from his body sent a chill through the onlookers. A sense of death loomed over Li Zijun; the bone-piercing cold made both women shiver uncontrollably.

Su Bei’s hand subconsciously reached out. The two swords in the Sword Box, Qingping and Missing Departure, seemed to cross.

His white hair fluttered in the air, and Su Bei indifferently glanced into the distance,

"Noisy."

Su Bei’s icy gaze stunned Kou Shou. Then, an expression of boundless terror spread across the bandit leader’s face.

The bandit leader’s eyes bulged. In a daze, he saw what seemed to be the end of days:

"No... Don’t!!!"

"No!!"

Su Bei’s slender fingers lightly flicked the sword’s edge. Everything felt so natural, as if he had mastered this sword stroke from the very beginning.

"Sword Eleven, Nowhere to Be Found."

CLANG—

Ji Nanjue stared blankly at Su Bei’s sword strike.

It was the pleasant sound of the sword’s ringing.

This one strike overshadowed the heavens.

After this strike, Little Hou Village was no more.

Between heaven and earth, serene and desolate, only Sword Eleven remained.

What appeared before the three of them was a wasteland. The air was filled with lingering Evil Qi and a heavy Sword Intent.

With complex emotions in her eyes, Ji Nanjue looked at Su Bei, at the scene before her, and at the ashes of the hundreds of Grass Bandits obliterated by that one strike.

Su Bei sat on the spot, the Great Dao Qi and Evil Qi continuing to merge within him. The blood-red in his eyes faded, yet that touch of deep black remained.

Under the gaze of the two women, he gently picked up a blood-red hibiscus flower. Its vibrant red petals held the crystal clarity of fallen snow.

This was a hibiscus in its most beautiful bloom!

Its petals drifted onto the desolate land.

The blood-red hibiscus had bloomed.

"That girl’s name is Wang Qiu, isn’t it?"

Su Bei said softly.

Ji Nanjue bit her lower lip and nodded gently.

"Today is her birthday..."

"We are too late."

Su Bei looked at the hibiscus flower on the snowy ground, murmuring,

"Let’s bury you here then."

He gently stood up, the indelible Evil Qi and Great Dao Qi continuing their ceaseless merging within him as he felt this new power.

Then he turned his head and looked at Li Zijun.

Su Bei still remembered what ’that other self’ had said—that Li Zijun was his disciple.

Snowflakes settled on Su Bei’s pale hair.

It was two kinds of white.

Afterward, Su Bei smiled, turned to Li Zijun, and softly asked,

"Li Zijun, would you like to be my disciple?"

Perhaps, just like with Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li, this is my destiny?

Li Zijun stared blankly at Su Bei.

In the white snow, an autumn hibiscus bloomed—a vivid splash of crimson.