All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 393 - 245: Elder Su Has Such a Fetish!?_1

Sacred Land, Wu City.

Su Bei looked down at Key Smoke’s face. The most esteemed woman in all the Twenty-One Provinces now lay beneath him, her cheeks flushed rosy, her eyes carrying a hint of shyness. This intoxicating experience made her break free from her usual aloofness, grounding her more in reality. Su Bei licked the corner of his mouth and smacked his lips, as if a trace of sweetness still lingered.

"What’s the matter? Haven’t you had enough?" Key Smoke’s beautiful eyes danced, her pretty face full of charm. She parted her red lips, teasing.

Su Bei withdrew his absent-minded gaze, coughed, and smiled awkwardly at her. Then, he said seriously, "How could I be that kind of person?"

Key Smoke watched where his peripheral vision lingered, a thoughtful expression on her face. Then, her eyes flickered, and a meaningful smile touched her lips. "Does Elder Su like women’s feet? I never expected you to have such a fetish."

Su Bei’s brow furrowed, feeling as if his very character had been insulted. As a man of integrity from the esteemed Sword Sect, the Green Lotus Sword Immortal, how could I be slandered like this?

He then declared righteously, "Saintess, you mustn’t talk nonsense! I have always been upright. How could I have such a perverted quirk?"

Key Smoke shot him an annoyed look. Her jade-like feet gently touched the puddles on the ground. Encased in white silk, her toes seemed even more translucent, radiating a soft, flesh-toned luster. Through the delicate, semi-transparent skin of her feet, tiny blood vessels were faintly visible. Her cinnabar-painted toenails were like pearls set upon her tender toes. Water droplets dripped from them into the puddles on the ground.

Her lips parted slightly, releasing a fragrant breath towards Su Bei. "Then why have you been staring at my feet all this time?"

When Su Bei came to his senses, he saw Key Smoke looking at him with that all-knowing gaze. Feeling a bit guilty, he cleared his throat softly. "COUGH, COUGH—No, it’s just that I noticed the Saintess’s socks are dirty..."

Men always say one thing to your face and another behind your back, Key Smoke dismissed his explanation with a scoff. Yet I don’t feel disgusted; instead, doesn’t this just prove my charm?

She stood up and then, under Su Bei’s confused gaze, they switched positions, her gaze now looking down at him. Her delicate jade-like feet gently brushed against Su Bei’s calf. But her face remained extremely calm, and then she tenderly held Su Bei entirely in her embrace.

"Hold me one last time," Key Smoke whispered in Su Bei’s ear.

The Heart Demon Tribulation is far more difficult than the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation. The Heavenly Thunder Tribulation could be overcome with thorough preparation. However, the Heart Demon Tribulation immerses one entirely in a realistic Illusion World. Surviving this tribulation might be her last real chance at feeling. This was partly why she was acting this way, baring her heart to the man before her. If I fail the tribulation and become an emotionless puppet without having experienced anything, wouldn’t that be too great a loss?

I met him at the wrong time. And so what if he had been intimate with Ji Nanjue?

It’s only this once, she figured. My disciple will forgive me.

Su Bei opened his arms, embracing Key Smoke and feeling the warmth from her body. His nose was filled with a lingering fragrance, but hearing her words, Su Bei felt no such desire; instead, his heart grew heavy.

"This won’t be the last time." Su Bei held her hand tightly. In his eyes, Key Smoke at this moment was not the Saintess, just a woman. His gaze was clear, filled with solemnity, reflecting only her. "I still have to help you regain your emotions!"

Key Smoke didn’t move, simply holding him, sniffing the light scent on him. I only have a fifty percent chance of surviving this tribulation, she thought. But at least, now it seems I’ve fulfilled a cherished wish.

The sun shone warmly. The bamboo pavilion was quiet, only their synchronized breaths audible, rising and falling.

"My silk stockings are wet... uncomfortable." After a while, a soft whisper struck Su Bei squarely in the mind.

Su Bei helped her up, and she sat on the bamboo pavilion’s recliner. The fragrance of flowers wafted by as a breeze rustled the green grass. This opportune breeze lifted Key Smoke’s pleated skirt, along with the hem of her loosely tied white blouse. Light and shadow intertwined, spilling through the bamboo slats of the pavilion in mottled patterns. The water on the ground reflected the drifting white clouds in the sky.

Su Bei blinked, taking in the scene before him. This was probably the first time since arriving in this world that he’d seen women’s undergarments other than traditional belly bands and simple panties. And these even have lace edges! He vaguely remembered seeing a blooming hibiscus tattoo when she crossed her tribulation at the cold spring. Yes, a tattoo. It was the kind that extended below her navel.

Just as he was taking this in, letting his imagination run wild, her gentle voice interrupted, "Elder Su, do you like what you see?"

Su Bei raised his head, meeting Key Smoke’s almost murderous gaze. She crossed her legs, the already short pleated skirt clinging tightly to her fair thighs. Her tone was slow.

Su Bei coughed lightly, then, with a serious look in his eyes, he said, "Indeed, it’s beautiful!"

Key Smoke let out a cold laugh. She stretched out one leg towards him, a slight arc on her lips as she said, "Take off my socks."

Although there’s a hint of shyness in my heart, this is a sensation I’ve never felt before. Exceptionally thrilling? Exceptionally bold? This is the ultimate indulgence, disregarding all societal norms!

Su Bei stepped forward, looking at the white silk stockings that were already soaked through, pulled up over her knees. At the very top, they were rolled down into a ring that hugged tightly around her plump, fair thigh, like a jade bracelet. It pressed inward, revealing the fair skin of her upper thigh just above the stocking’s edge. The material was a hazy, semi-translucent white, tightly encasing her jade-like feet. Then, as Su Bei gently pulled, the stocking uncurled and slid down her fair, delicate leg, past her slender ankle.

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Die Yi sat idly at the entrance of Key Smoke’s courtyard, occasionally glancing inside from the corner of her eye. Ever since that man went in, he hasn’t come out for ages. Heaven knows what the two of them are doing in there!? Her expression grew increasingly strange. After all, Auntie, who could practically suck the earth dry with her wealth attraction, has been single for a thousand years. And out of the blue, she calls a man inside? It’s possible they’re fiercely fighting right now!

How did those two end up together? More than once, Die Yi had seen that the look in Key Smoke’s eyes when facing Su Bei was different from how she looked at others. What should we do if the instigator of this chaotic world ends up with the Saintess?

Die Yi let out a long sigh. My head is going to explode! The burden of saving the world on my shoulders feels inexplicably heavier. She took a deep breath, but her heart couldn’t find peace. I absolutely cannot let Auntie fall further. I must think of something to do!

At that moment, a disciple from the Sacred Land hurried over. Looking at Die Yi, who guarded the gate like a sentinel, the disciple said, "Miss Die Yi, the Multi-Bao Pavilion has sent an attendant to deliver a North Sea Coral Ginseng for Elder Su." With that, the disciple handed a crystal box to Die Yi and continued, "Please trouble Miss Die Yi to pass this to Elder Su. Oh, and the attendant also said that if Elder Su’s health recovers, he is invited to visit the Multi-Bao Pavilion. The Pavilion Master is waiting for him!"

Having conveyed the message, the disciple turned and left.

Die Yi fiddled with the coral ginseng in her hand, her eyes narrowing slightly as she muttered to herself, Strange? What does that dragon from the Northern Sea want with him?

Pavilion Master Ao Yue of the Multi-Bao Pavilion might be a mystery to the world, but not to Die Yi, who had been the second-generation Saintess in her previous life. She had been shocked when she first found out. But with the onset of the Great Desolation Calamity and the ensuing chaos in the Twenty-One Provinces, she’d had no time to dwell on why a prominent Sect in the Twenty-One Provinces was secretly controlled by the Northern Sea’s Dragon Clan.

However— Pushing these rambling thoughts aside, she picked up the coral ginseng, clenched her small fist, intent on causing some mischief. Disregarding Key Smoke’s warning not to enter, she rushed into the courtyard, exclaiming loudly, "Auntie! Elder Su! The Multi-Bao Pavilion has sent over ginseng..."

Her steps were hurried. I’ll catch them red-handed and then tell Auntie Key Smoke all about Su Bei’s misdeeds!

Then, she witnessed the scene before her.

The last rays of the sun vanished, and twilight began to deepen. Key Smoke was wearing clothes Die Yi had never seen before. A gentle breeze drifted in, lifting strands of her ink-black hair. One of her legs was stretched out towards the man in front of her... And Su Bei was squatting on the ground, holding Key Smoke’s jade-like foot in his hands.

Two pairs of eyes stared at Die Yi. Then, three pairs of eyes stared at each other.

A silent stillness prevailed.

Die Yi wore a puzzled expression. Strange... Auntie, what are you doing? she wondered, before voicing it, "Auntie, what are you two doing?"

This is... beyond me. What they were doing was truly beyond her comprehension. I don’t think Su Bei is doing this willingly—after all, who would *want* to hold someone’s feet? Did Auntie force him? Or is Su Bei trying to curry favor? But even if he is, he shouldn’t... he shouldn’t do it like this, right?

Key Smoke couldn’t think of an excuse. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson. She pursed her thin lips and tried to pull her foot away from Su Bei’s tight grasp. Damn it! How could Die Yi see me doing something like this?

To maintain her image in Die Yi’s eyes, Key Smoke snorted coldly, furrowed her elegant brows, and said, "What are you doing in here?"

Su Bei felt it necessary to defend his image and avoid misunderstanding. He stood up, cleared his throat lightly, and then, under the gaze of the two women, adopted a nonchalant demeanor and said casually, "Miss Die Yi, this is an ancient secret technique I learned from ancient records to promote cultivators’ blood circulation, improve meridian flexibility, clear their energy channels and blood flow, and regulate the circulation of Spiritual Energy!

"By clearing Spiritual Energy pathways using the acupuncture points on the feet, it helps soften the meridians and increase their elasticity. This, in turn, reduces the risk of meridians being damaged or severed by powerful external forces.

"It also allows many of a cultivator’s muscles, especially in the legs, to continuously contract and relax. This promotes the corresponding contraction and relaxation of numerous meridians within those muscles. Consequently, this improves the efficiency of Spiritual Energy circulation and strengthens the absorption and effective use of Spiritual Energy within the cultivator’s body."

Seeing Su Bei speak so earnestly and logically, as if he weren’t lying, not only was Die Yi shocked, but even Key Smoke’s eyes widened in amazement. Could what he said actually be true!?

"What... what kind of secret technique is this?" Recalling how Su Bei always recovered quickly from his meridian injuries, Key Smoke blinked. The foot she had been trying to pull away now subtly pressed back into Su Bei’s hand.

"This secret technique is called... foot massage!"