All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 401 - 249: Do You Also Want to Enjoy the Happiness of Qi People!?_1

The main hall of the room.

A hint of Xiang curtain was picked up, and the bamboo curtains on all four windows hung at the corners.

Bright and clean, yet the thoughts of the three people seated within were far from simple.

Su Bei took a long breath, felt somewhat calmer, and then reached out to tidy up his Azure Crown only to realize he had not worn it, his long hair draping messily over his shoulders.

"That... is there something you needed, Saintess?"

As the words left his mouth, he regretted them—would the Saintess seek him out if there was nothing important?

Speaking, his gaze lifted subtly, and he looked somewhat guiltily at Nan Ji beside him, but found her slightly bent forward, fingers pressed against her waist, her expression revealing nothing.

His heart sank with a hunch—could Nan Ji have noticed something?

"Hmm, I came here this time..." Key Smoke nodded slightly, her words yet unfinished, when Nan Ji beside her cut her off.

Then, Nan Ji met Key Smoke’s gaze squarely, even if the woman before her was her own master.

Her bare hand gently touched the center of her palm, then she said softly, as if implying something, "Does Master often come to Su Bei’s room?"

"..."

Her words held deeper meaning, sharp in their intent.

Su Bei swallowed nervously, unsure of Nan Ji’s intentions, and he didn’t dare to respond casually, watching both individuals cautiously.

Key Smoke’s eyes shifted briefly, fixating on her disciple. Of course, she knew what was implied, and a twinge of guilt washed over her, her gaze carrying a hint of confusion and sorrow.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled and said, "Not often, it just so happens that I came by today."

"Why, has it been so long that your temperament has changed this much? Are you afraid that your master will take your man away?"

"..."

Cold sweat broke out on Su Bei’s back as he watched the two in front of him.

Ji Nanjue glanced briefly at Su Bei, then with a small smile said, "How could that be? How could I possibly think such thoughts! How could my Master possibly do such an act that goes against human relations? His cultivation isn’t even high; if it weren’t for the fact that he happened to possess the Supreme Yang Body, I wouldn’t even think of glancing at him. I’m sure Master feels the same, doesn’t she..."

"..."

Key Smoke’s smile had a bitter edge to it. She sensed the sharpness of her disciple’s words and kept quiet.

However, Key Smoke could not bring herself to agree with her disciple’s false assertions; she found it impossible. She couldn’t deny the feelings she had developed for Su Bei, that thrilling anticipation she had yearned for centuries.

Their eyes met, both tinged with helplessness.

Ji Nanjue felt a heaviness in her heart. Her fair hands tightly clutched Su Bei’s garment draped over her, enveloped by the familiar scent that lingered at her nose. The silence from Key Smoke further confirmed her own suspicions.

Her gaze flicked towards the man. She really didn’t understand what charm this lecherous man possessed to attract so many women. What did these women see in him? Sincerity? Gentleness? A sense of security?

The Master had embarked on the path of Immortal cultivation, never once having anyone by her side for almost a thousand years, always alone. Ji Nanjue also understood why she liked preserved sweets, why she enjoyed lying lazily in bed reading novels. Holding fondness for someone in the heart, and receiving his response, that attachment is sweet—yet she had never experienced it herself. Perhaps when caught up in the romance of those novels, resonating with the heartfelt emotions within the pages, those preserved sweets represented her heart’s last consolation. My heart, you know! Your heart, I too know! If she could find that emotion in her heart, she would be truly happy for her. But why did it have to be him? It wasn’t that she was jealous; his many relationships with other women didn’t matter to her. But this was her own Master! This was utterly unacceptable; it was against the norms of society...

"Master, I shall not disturb you any further..."

"..."

That bond between master and disciple ultimately made it difficult for her to let go.

"I haven’t had a long chat with my Master for quite some time," Ji Nanjue said with a smile. "Tonight, I want to spend time with my Master."

Key Smoke also smiled as she nodded slightly.

Then Ji Nanjue closed her eyes gently.

Su Bei reached out to hold Ji Nanjue’s hand, but she discreetly avoided him.

Looking back, just at this moment, he was gazing into Key Smoke’s eyes. With just one look, she saw the chaos and tenderness in Su Bei’s eyes, mixed with an unwavering bitterness.

"Saintess..."

He did not want to let her down. He didn’t want to, he was unwilling, it was simply impossible!

"Elder Su, I’ve noticed you have been practicing the final styles of the Sword Scripture these past few days?"

Key Smoke didn’t respond to Su Bei’s gaze. Instead, she looked down at her toes, afraid that if she met his eyes again, her heart would never be able to move on.

The wind chimes hanging at the entryway produced a pleasing sound as they were lightly brushed by the breeze. The gentle wind stirred her hair, bringing with it a wisp of faint, intoxicating scent. She had sprayed it on herself before coming here. Thinking about it, perhaps it was not suited for her.

"I know that the Sword Scripture’s Last Seven Styles require the Immortal Slaying Sword, and likewise, many famous swords are needed," Key Smoke spoke softly. "Hundreds of years ago, in a cave in Inverted Heaven, besides the strange rock that Elder Su had once cracked, there was a sword embedded there as well. I did not draw it out; it may belong to Elder Su as a chance opportunity?"

Then, taking an item out of the storage ring, she placed it in front of Su Bei, and smiled, saying, "That’s all I know. I will take my leave now..."

"..."

Key Smoke looked back at Su Bei and Ji Nanjue one last time before turning to leave. Her departing figure carried a hint of desolation. She had indeed experienced moments of liveliness in the past few days, but ultimately, it all faded into loneliness.

Love is like a thread, floating and fleeting, like catkins, and the teardrops silently met a gaze in the void.

Witnessing this scene, Su Bei abruptly stood up, about to chase after her, when suddenly his body froze as if turned into a statue. A powerful aura directly oppressed him, rendering him completely immobile.

Then, a fragrant breeze enveloped him, and arms as fair and smooth as jade lotus roots gently wrapped around his waist from behind.

Su Bei slowly turned his head, wearing a bitter look as he gazed at Ji Nanjue, who was holding him from behind. It was at this moment that he truly realized how formidable the woman standing before him was. She was the pinnacle of the Twenty-One Provinces—Tribulation-Crossing Stage. However, when she was with him, she had always been accommodating, which made him gradually forget her fearsomeness.

Su Bei felt her soft and slightly cool body against his. Even though she leaned her entire weight on him, he still felt no weight at all.

She did not speak, just held him, as if declaring sovereignty. Much time passed before Key Smoke’s silhouette completely disappeared from Su Bei’s sight, and only then did the oppressive aura immobilizing him finally begin to dissipate.

Then those delicate hands gently traced circles on Su Bei’s chest.

Su Bei took hold of her fingers, sighed heavily, and said with a wry smile, "Nan Ji, why do you need to do this? She is your master..."

She trembled slightly in his grasp, and her fingers, which Su Bei was holding, struggled to break free.

Their eyes met.

Ji Nanjue’s eyes were filled with annoyance, her voice tinged with emotion. "Aren’t there enough women by your side? So many of them, have I ever complained?"

"..."

With those words, her cheeks flushed red. Whether it was from excitement or shyness, it was hard to tell. Her tone was like that of a wife questioning her philandering husband.

Su Bei turned around, looked at her, and coughed lightly, embarrassingly trying to explain, "There’s not a bunch, only one..."

"..."

Ji Nanjue looked at him sideways, her expression cold as she retorted, "One? Dan Wulan? What about Wenren Pingxin? What about Dan Wuque? What about the Star Moon Sect’s Yu Hongxiu?"

"..."

Su Bei found himself speechless. Except for Dan Wulan, he really hadn’t touched any other women. Or perhaps he had not responded to any feelings they might have developed for him. He might be lustful, but he was definitely not a scoundrel. When he loved, he truly loved.

Seeing that Su Bei was silent and unable to defend himself, Ji Nanjue became even more indignant. She stretched out her hand intending to pinch him hard, but just as she touched his waist, she softened her grip, merely giving a symbolic squeeze. "It’s you who provoked me, and then you provoke Master as well! Do you want the fortune of having both? Do you expect both master and disciple to warm your bed? Do you desire every woman you meet? That’s my master!!"

"..."

Her voice turned from annoyance to pleading. Tears glistened in Ji Nanjue’s eyes, almost as though she was begging, her eyes brimming like autumn waters.

Su Bei was stunned as he watched her, never having seen her in such a state, which tugged at one’s heartstrings.

"Su Bei, whoever you like, I won’t meddle, and I don’t have the right to meddle," Ji Nanjue said. "For a capable man to have several wives and concubines is normal, but... I only ask you for one thing."

"..."

Su Bei reached out his fingers to gently wipe away the tears rolling down from her eyes. Then he cradled her cheeks with his palms, their foreheads touching, feeling the slightly cool breath she exhaled.

"Su Bei, from now on, whatever you want to do... Nan Ji will agree to it."

"I won’t refuse you, as long as you desire... as long as Nan Ji can do it..."

"..."

Ji Nanjue, feeling his tenderness, pulled her cheeks from his hands and rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. A blush rose to her ears like the first light of dawn. Her heart felt as soft as willow catkins, and she murmured softly, biting her thin lip, "Even if it is the Supreme Yang Lotus Root... Nan Ji can satisfy you."

"Su Bei, promise me, forget about Master, forget her, alright?"

"..."

Su Bei smiled, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

The breeze blew through Su Bei’s untied hair, intertwining with hers in the air.

Ji Nanjue’s eyes curved. In the future, of course, she would keep her promise and accept everything of his.

However, Su Bei said, "I’m sorry, Nan Ji."

Ji Nanjue looked up, her eyes filled with shock as she gazed at him.

Su Bei took a deep breath and then smiled gently, his eyes full of determination. How could he forget that under the moonlight, the lonely woman had softly held him and asked, ’Hold me for the last time?’ He had promised her that if she ever lost her emotions, he would definitely help her find them again. He had also told her, ’The path of immortality is cold; let’s keep warm together.’ He had seen her loneliness, sensed the solitude in her heart, knew that she liked sweetmeats, and the ice cream he promised to make for her had yet to be made. Su Bei didn’t consider himself a good man, but he knew what was most fundamental for a man.

"When words are spoken, they are as nails driven into stone."

Su Bei’s eyes were clear. "I refuse."

"..."