All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 671: Three Hundred Seventy-Sixth - : Master, I Like You_1

A row of light cranes cried out as they took flight, embedding themselves into the washed blue sky in the distance.

The wind brushed against the green pines, their needles trembling, faintly filled with the distant and ethereal sound of a qin.

Su Bei walked along the bluestone path, the breeze stirring his white hair and billowing his white robe.

The sunlight was neither intense nor blazing, casting a slanting glow across the mountains.

At present, his spiritual realm was in a strange state, utterly devoid of Spiritual Energy within his Spirit of the Sea, yet the surrounding Spiritual Energy was at his fingers' reach, as if he had completely merged with the world around him.

He seemed more like an invisible man, undetectable by others.

If one were to speak of cultivation, he had indeed passed the Heart Demon Tribulation, yet he felt none of the vigorous Spiritual Energy that Nan Ji possessed. His whole being seemed like a wandering ghost.

So what realm is this?

Is it the Tribulation-Crossing Stage?

Su Bei's gaze was soon drawn to a flourishing patch of bramble flowers, where a quaint and elegant courtyard lay, the sound of the qin originating from there.

He halted his steps, standing quietly for a while, listening to the somewhat familiar tune.

After a long time, he finally murmured, "It's Zi Jun's qin..."

These several hundred years had seemed but a momentary flick for himself, yet for them, it was as if seas had turned to mulberry fields.

"As their master, I should perhaps see them just once..."

Su Bei parted his lips. In his heart, he had always harbored a sense of guilt toward them.

Selfishly, he had faced death without the slightest concern. Even though he had luckily survived, now facing them once more, he ultimately didn't know what kind of expression he should wear.

He sighed softly and said, "I'll just take a secret look..."

"Just one glance, then I'll go."

...

Supreme Elder?

The gentle breeze brushed across their faces; a few Sword Sect Disciples looked questioningly at each other.

After a long while, the male disciple finally spoke up cautiously, "It shouldn't be... hasn't the legendary Supreme Elder passed away several hundred years ago..."

"He's indeed supposed to be dead."

As they spoke, their gazes returned to the statue. The more they observed its features, the more they noticed the resemblance, making their tones much softer.

"Should we report this matter?" the female disciple asked tentatively, looking around with a guilty expression.

"Elder Li has always been here, hasn't she?"

"If it really was him, how could she not have noticed?"

...

The group nodded at each other and continued walking along the bluestone path in another direction.

They soon arrived at a simple and elegant compound surrounded by blooming bramble flowers, wildly thriving beside the Sword Tomb, like a smear of rouge clouds descending amidst the mist-veiled mountains.

In the small thatched cottage next to this patch of bramble flowers, a little stove was making PUFF, PUFF sounds, and the fragrance of tea spread around the courtyard, creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

A few Sword Sect Disciples walked respectfully along a path paved with small stones, and before long, they encountered a large white cat blocking the way.

The large white cat was settled in the middle of the stone path, hunkered down like a mother hen, its piercing blue eyes sizing up the disciples.

Upon seeing the large white cat, the male disciple fawned and bent down, skillfully taking out some dried fish from his Storage Ring and handing them over as he said, "Senior Da Bai, these are for your honor..."

The large white cat glanced at them sideways with impatience, then opened its mouth and snatched up the dried fish. With leisurely steps of its plump paws, it ambled over to a nearby clump of rushes, then nodded to the disciples, indicating they could pass.

The Sword Sect Disciples smiled gratefully at it and continued along the stone pathway.

"Niu Tian's method really works," the male disciple remarked, licking his lips with an appreciative sigh.

"This white cat is Elder Li's beloved pet; they say it's been following her for several hundred years."

"It's older than your ancestors..."

The group expressed their amazement at each other and then disappeared into the fragrance of flowers.

...

CLIP-CLOP—

Amidst the rustling of falling leaves, a series of delicate footsteps approached.

A woman with a Longsword slung at her waist, dressed in a simple white robe and skirt, without a trace of makeup, carried a small basket, walking unhurriedly toward the simple and elegant compound.

Her gaze passed through the plain corridor. She watched a lady dressing herself in front of a small window, her figure half-hidden by a Bronze Mirror. The lady's topknot had come undone, and a bamboo comb slowly brushed through her hair, which spilled like black snow.

The soft light of early autumn languidly spread across the eaves, bathing the earthly realms with tender affection.

A cluster of golden blossoms leaned against green willows, complementing the warm and refined face reflected in the Bronze Mirror.

Li Zijun heard footsteps outside the window. Her moist hair trailed behind her as she got up slowly, her eyes casually shifting toward the window. Upon recognizing the visitor, a glint of delight flashed in her eyes, "Sword Maiden, you came..."

"The tea has just been brewed."

...

The Sword Maiden lifted her skirt slightly, her footsteps graceful as she moved toward the elegant room.

"Yes... I am here today to sweep the master's grave."

The Sword Maiden entered the gallery and seated herself gently opposite Li Zijun. Her black-snow hair drifted in the wind.

From this position, she could clearly see the statue.

"Until the very end, I never got the chance to see the master one last time."

...

During that year's Buckle Immortal Gate conference, she had fainted for a long while. When her eyes finally opened again, all she could see was Su Bei, fallen and lifeless.

The Sword Maiden reached out to touch the Longsword in her hand. Its icy blade reflected her delicate features.