121: Chapter 121 Cool! Cool! Even cooler!

“Impudence!”

Ling Bo’s figure flashed, and a Longsword radiating icy Spiritual Qi appeared in her hand. She was about to strike the man in the center of the Great Hall.

However—

She suddenly found that her body couldn't move even an inch, unable to take a single step forward, as if she were being crushed by a great mountain.

“Little sister, I advise you to give up on that idea.”

“No matter what, our Sect Master has touched the threshold of the Body Integration Stage. What do you expect your Sect, which doesn't even have a Void Refining Stage Cultivator, to resist with?”

Ling Bo’s pupils constricted, and she looked to her side in disbelief.

She saw a white-haired girl who had somehow appeared beside her, one hand resting casually on her shoulder, the other holding a crystal clear Jade Goblet from which she was taking small sips, looking completely relaxed.

This person was none other than Immortal Master Qian Ji!

Ling Bo was horrified internally. Although the girl looked harmless, Ling Bo felt a threat emanating from her that was far more terrifying than that of the Palace Mistress, making it difficult for her, a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, to even muster a thought of resistance.

Immortal Master Qian Ji felt her gaze, turned her small face, and smiled slightly:

“Be obedient. Dancing won't cost you a piece of flesh.”

“Your Sect's Hundred Flowers Brew and Hundred Flowers Spiritual Cake are quite delicious. I wouldn't want to lose the chance to eat them later.”

Just as Ling Bo was stunned, a cold and extremely authoritative voice echoed throughout the Great Hall.

“Ling Bo! Stand down!”

The one who spoke was Lin Shuangning. Her face remained expressionless, but the anger in her eyes had vanished, replaced by extreme rationality and solemnity.

She took a deep breath, suppressing all the humiliation and unwillingness in her heart, and looked coldly at Su Mo:

“Sect Master Su... please calm your anger.”

“It was our rudeness.”

“I will dance...”

As soon as her voice fell, the crowd of Hundred Flowers Palace members in the Great Hall instantly erupted in an uproar!

The members of the Gentle Faction and the Aloof Faction seemed to have lost their mutual barriers and disputes, displaying unprecedented unity as they rushed to speak.

“Palace Mistress, you must not!”

“Let me dance for the Palace Mistress!”

...Even Lin Chenxi stepped forward, bowing deeply to Su Mo, her tone filled with pleading:

“Sect Master Su, I beg you not to make things difficult for my sister anymore. How about I dance in her stead?”

Su Mo’s gaze swept over this dramatic scene, and a half-smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“Weren't you all arguing quite happily just now? Why the sudden sisterly affection and unity among fellow disciples?”

He gently swirled the Wine Cup in his hand and said unhurriedly:

“I, Su Mo, am not an unreasonable person. Seeing your unified appearance, I am quite moved.”

Hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in everyone's eyes, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

“Sect Master Su, have you... agreed for us to take the Palace Mistress's place?”

“Agreed?”

Su Mo raised an eyebrow, chuckled lightly as if he had heard an amusing joke, and shook his head:

“What I mean is, since all of you want to dance, then all of you come up together!”

He waved his large hand, sweeping his gaze over everyone and pointing toward the center of the Great Hall, his smile brilliant:

“Everyone present, count yourselves in! All of you dance for me!”

“Today, this dance, I will watch it!”

As his voice fell, the entire Hundred Flowers Hall fell into deathly silence once again.

Everyone looked at each other, completely dumbfounded.

Together... dance together?!

This was even more humiliating than just making the Palace Mistress dance alone!

“I agree!”

While no one from the Gentle Faction had yet spoken, a voice suddenly emerged from the Aloof Faction.

Everyone looked over in astonishment, only to see that the one who spoke was none other than Ling Bo, who had previously displayed the coldest attitude!

Her face was somewhat pale at the moment, but her eyes were exceptionally firm. She took a step forward and spoke clearly to her fellow disciples:

“It is better for all of us to dance together than for the Palace Mistress to bear it alone!”

Her words were like a clap of thunder, instantly awakening many people.

That's right!

If the Palace Mistress were to suffer humiliation alone while they, the Elders, merely watched, wouldn't that be an even greater disgrace to the Sect?

If the entire group went together... although it would still be embarrassing, at least they would bear it collectively!

This might be the only way to preserve the Palace Mistress's dignity...“I agree!” A Female Cultivator from the Gentle Faction immediately stepped forward.

“Count me in!”

“And me!”

“I'll go too!”

...For a time, everyone spoke in unison. Whether from the Gentle Faction or the Aloof Faction, they now stood on the same battle line.

Seeing this, a look of emotion couldn't help but appear on Lin Shuangning's icy cold face.

“You... everyone...”

Just as the Hundred Flowers Palace members were moved, a voice completely shattered the atmosphere.

“Clap! Clap! Clap!”

“Since you all agree, stop dilly-dallying. You have Ten Breaths of Time to quickly go change your clothes.”

“Remember! I have only one requirement!”

“Cool! Cool! Even Cooler!”

Su Mo clapped his hands, interrupting them impatiently.

Damn it!

It's not like going to the battlefield; it's just dancing. Is there a need to make it seem like parting forever in death?!

“Ten!”

He began the countdown, his voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

“Nine!”

“Hurry up! Whoever comes out last, I will make her dance alone on my flying boat for three days and three nights!”

Hearing this, the many Female Cultivators instantly scattered, rushing toward the Side Hall changing area at the fastest speed of their lives, afraid that if they were even a moment late, they would become the “lucky one” Su Mo spoke of.

After exchanging a glance with Lin Chenxi, Lin Shuangning also gritted her teeth, her figure flashing as she disappeared from the spot.

Lin Chenxi, however, lagged behind by a step, and winked playfully at Su Mo.

At the same time, a gentle voice sounded next to Su Mo's ear:

“Thank you, Sect Master Su~”

Su Mo was somewhat bewildered. He forced her to dance, yet she thanked him?

After everyone dispersed, the Great Hall instantly became empty.

Su Mo had just picked up his Wine Cup and hadn't even had a chance to take a sip when he felt a sudden weight settle in his arms.

“Sect Master, since you like watching dances so much, why don't I dance for you too?”

Looking down, he saw Immortal Master Qian Ji sitting carelessly on his lap, stuffing pastries into her mouth, acting as if the words hadn't come from her.

“You?”

“Which part of your body haven't I seen?”

Hearing Su Mo's words, Immortal Master Qian Ji’s motion of stuffing the Pastry paused for an instant, before quickly returning to normal.

She lowered her head, her silver-white long hair obscuring her face, making her expression unreadable.

“However...”

“If you want to dance, you can just dance for me in private.”

“Doing it in front of a crowd is improper.”

Immortal Master Qian Ji's speed of eating pastries suddenly increased, and the Spiritual Food on Su Mo's table was cleared away in the blink of an eye.

Immortal Master Qian Ji patted her bottom and stood up, turning her back to Su Mo and muttering:

“Hmph, he's not old, but he sure dreams big...”

“Wait, you f*cking...”

Before Su Mo could finish his sentence, he saw quite a few Female Cultivators returning to the Great Hall together. Whether from the Gentle Faction or the Aloof Faction, an embarrassed look appeared on all their faces.

Their clothes were indeed much cooler than before. Beneath the light gauze, exquisite embroidered Dudou (bodices) and Fur Trousers were faintly visible, outlining graceful curves.

Large swathes of delicate, smooth skin on their backs were exposed to the air. A few slender Silk Ribbons tightened and loosened with their nervous breathing, making them seem precarious.

Most of the Female Cultivators from the Gentle Faction wore clothing in soft colors such as light pink and goose yellow.

Meanwhile, the Female Cultivators of the Aloof Faction chose plain white and light blue Gauze Robes.

Although the two styles were vastly different, their helpless posture of shame was exactly the same. All of them kept their heads lowered, daring not to meet Su Mo's gaze.