All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 726 - 392: Third Prince Ao Yu of the Northern Sea_1

Su Bei supported his slightly sore lower back, squinted, got out of bed, pushed open the window, and looked out at the ferry dock.

The river's surface was still enveloped in a persistent haze. Near the closer jetty, only a few small boats were docked, with a few fishermen using nets to deal with the river fish they had caught.

However, for some reason, the streets seemed busier today than yesterday.

He could sense at least a dozen cultivators of the Refining Void Realm alone, and from hundreds of miles around, more were continuously converging in the direction of Xiashui Pass.

After a brief moment of thought, Su Bei said, "My disciple must have wanted to meet the King of the Northern Border for a long time."

"If your master hadn't awakened, would you have agreed to his request?"

Dressed neatly, Mo Li carefully inserted the Gilt Phoenix Feather Stepping Shake into her hair. She walked behind Su Bei, her arms encircling his waist, her cheek resting against his back.

"Mhm."

She had no need to hide anything from Su Bei.

The chaos brought about by the turbulence among the Three Kings of the Eastern Country made life as cheap as weeds in these troubled times, bringing endless disasters to the people.

Yet among the three, the King of the Northern Border seemed to be the only one showing signs of a sovereign capable of restoring prosperity.

The autumn breeze gently brushed by, bringing a hint of intoxication. He felt a few fallen leaves on his face and the softness behind him. Su Bei smiled and then reached out, pointing towards the window.

"It appears you won't have to approach him yourself after all. If I'm not mistaken, those cultivators have come to invite you."

"But—" He trailed off. Stopping there, Su Bei paused slightly, a playful tone in his voice as he continued, "Why would the Dragon Clan of the Northern Sea be present at Xiashui Pass?"

"Ah, that's right. Considering the Multi-Bao Pavilion stands behind the King of the Northern Border, it's not strange that those dragons from the Northern Sea would appear here."

Mo Li looked indifferently at the dragons in human form outside the window, and the extravagant, luxurious Dragon Phoenix Chariot following them.

Then, her slender fingers gently touched Su Bei's chest, her silver eyes looking at him intently with a seductive gaze. Her lips parted slightly as she murmured softly, "Master, should I go with them...?"

Su Bei patted her head and said nonchalantly, "Since they've come all the way to invite you, why not go?"

"It just so happens that your master would also like to meet this King of the Northern Border."

Mo Li released her embrace around Su Bei's waist, stepped back, and playfully shook her head.

"I don't want to."

Su Bei looked at her with some astonishment. If it were Xiao Ruoching making that expression, he might not have felt much, but seeing it on Mo Li's face surprised him.

"What's wrong?"

"We've come to Xiashui Pass, but Master has yet to take his disciple out for a stroll here," Mo Li replied, raising her eyebrows as if it were a matter of course.

"Hasn't your master been with you all these days?"

"It's not enough."

Su Bei was at a loss for words for a moment. Finally, he said, "Alright, alright, your master will indulge you."

「...」

A few dragon-people carrying the Dragon Phoenix Chariot arrived downstairs at the inn. After setting the chariot on the ground, they all took a deep breath and muttered softly:

"Who's going to do the talking later?"

"If we annoy that madwoman, even our nine dragon lives wouldn't be enough to pay..."

One of the dragon-people looked at the inn's entrance with a bitter expression, his mouth twisted. "But the Third Prince said if we fail to invite Miss Mo, he'd strip the sinews from our bodies..."

"It's death either way. We might as well let that madwoman cut us down with a single strike."

"If you ask me, the Third Prince is just asking for it, like he's possessed. Who willingly seeks out a beating? What do they call that? Is he a masochist?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. If the Third Prince hears you, you'll probably end up pickled in a wine jar."

"So what do we do?"

"Let's just deliver the message and run for it before that madwoman reacts... Besides, at the Jinzu Court, the Third Prince will have to suck up to Miss Mo anyway."

「...」

In the room, Su Bei, who had heard the entire conversation clearly, looked at Mo Li with an odd expression. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes scanned her face. "What have you been up to in the hundreds of years I've been absent?"

"Who is this Third Prince?"

Mo Li coughed lightly, feigning nonchalance. She sat cross-legged, pouring herself a cup of tea. "Nothing much, really. That group of dragons from the Northern Sea once issued a general invitation for people to try and pull the sword from the Dragon Pond. Your disciple went too. After that, I just took a tour around the Northern Sea area and broke a few plates..."

"That Third Prince is a dragon named Ao Yu. Just a youngster. Your disciple barely lifted a finger and, well, taught him a small lesson."

Su Bei gave her a sidelong glance and said helplessly, "You must have caused them considerable harm, right? With your master absent, I wonder who cleaned up your mess."

Pointing at her own nose and giggling at Su Bei, Mo Li said, "No one cleaned up after me. Those dragons from the Northern Sea still have a warrant out for your disciple..."

"I was afraid that the sword would be pulled out, so I shoved it in harder... It's still stuck in the Dragon Pond, which is nearly dry by now."

"Anyway, Master will definitely have to visit the Northern Sea eventually."

Su Bei: "..."

「...」

After a while, clear footsteps approached from outside the door, followed by a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The people outside waited for a long time without a response. The leading dragon-person hesitated slightly, then cleared his throat and spoke, "Is Miss Mo present?"

"The King of the Northern Border and His Highness the Third Prince learned of Miss Mo's visit to Xiashui Pass. As it also coincides with the little prince's hundredth-day birthday, they have specially arranged a banquet and sent us to invite Miss Mo to the Buddha Gate's Jinzu Court. May we ask if Miss Mo would grace us with her presence?"

Inside the room, Mo Li didn't respond, instinctively turning to see Su Bei's reaction.

Su Bei remained silent, merely picking up his teacup, lost in thought.

The King of the Northern Border's youngest son's hundredth-day celebration is being held at the Buddha Gate's Jinzu Court?

Seeing that Su Bei gave no instruction, Mo Li opened the door and stepped out. She glanced indifferently at the few dragon-people and asked, "What time? Who else is invited?"

The leading dragon-person stared, stupefied, at the white-haired man sitting on the bed behind Mo Li. He swallowed hard, unable to quite grasp the relationship between the two, but he didn't dare look for long. He quickly bowed his head and said, "Miss Mo, it will be at the Hour of Wei."

As he spoke, he handed over a gold-embossed invitation. "Also invited to the feast are Elder Hua from the Blade Sect, the Golden Abbot from the Buddha Gate, Elder Duan from Wuhua Palace, and several other cultivators from various sects... However, this humble one is not exactly clear on who else will be there."

"The Third Prince only instructed us to fetch Miss Mo."

Mo Li nodded and replied lightly, "Understood. You may return and inform the King of the Northern Border that Mo will attend the feast in person this afternoon."

"You may leave."

She reached out to close the door but saw that the group was still lingering, their lips moving as if they wanted to say something.

Mo Li's dark brows knitted together as she said coldly, "Is there something else?"

"Additionally..."

The dragon-person cautiously lifted his head to observe Mo Li's expression. Beneath her silver hair, her face was shadowed, making it difficult to read her mood.

He gulped hard, and as if he had finally made up his mind, spoke, "Well, Miss Mo, the Third Prince also said..."

Hearing the name "Third Prince," Mo Li's brows visibly furrowed. She then said coldly, "What did he say?"

The dragon-person shrank back, his eyes darting to the Longsword at Mo Li's waist, and spoke cautiously, "The Third Prince said he dug up a piece of ancestral Dragon Scale from the Dragon Pond and had it fashioned into a suit of Inner Armor."

"The only issue is, the measurements are somewhat uncertain. The Third Prince would like to invite Miss Mo to Luo Garden tonight to enjoy the moonlight... and, incidentally..."

"...incidentally, he wishes to take Miss Mo's... measurements..."

CLANG—

A bone-chilling glint flashed, and cold steel was instantly pressed against the dragon-person's neck.

Cold sweat immediately drenched the backs of the group. The leading dragon-person fell to his knees with a thud and stammered, "Miss Mo, I-I'm just the messenger... If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave now."

"We implore Miss Mo to be punctual for the feast today at the Hour of Wei."

With that, the group scrambled away, image forgotten, hoisting the chariot and sprinting into the distance.