All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 402 - 250 Preparing for a Rainy Day, Part 1

The wind chime swayed gently in the breeze, producing a pleasant sound.

It brushed over the pond, causing the water to stir like shaking gauze, while a kingfisher pecked lightly at the surface, sending ripples scattering all around.

Ji Nanjue’s eyes stared blankly at Su Bei, silent. Her stunningly beautiful face, once a portrait of composure, now betrayed her as she bit her lower lip.

Su Bei knew he was at fault; his words were shameless, but at the very least, he couldn’t betray his own heart.

Both... He could even imagine the scene.

A man standing in the center of the bed with his arms akimbo, glaring at them wickedly, a cold smirk on his face as he said, "You, Key Smoke, and you, Nan Ji, from now on, we’ll each go our separate ways..."

"Do you hear me?"

...

The corner of his mouth curved into a meaningful arc before he quickly came to his senses, suppressing the chaotic thoughts that crossed his mind.

The words had been spoken, and he couldn’t take them back. Su Bei steeled himself and continued, "Nan Ji... I..."

"..."

Before he could finish, Ji Nanjue lifted her head to gaze at him, extending her delicate, jade-like hand to cover Su Bei’s lips.

"Don’t speak."

In both the Mortal World and the Cultivation World, seniority was respected.

Her beloved master, the one she both revered and loved, had her heart captured by Su Bei. Although she didn’t know the specifics of how it happened, it all caught her completely off guard.

"Let me have some quiet," Ji Nanjue said, her expression unexpectedly calm as she looked at Su Bei.

She wasn’t behaving like a typical, frantic woman, nor like a defeated creature, crazily screaming, trying to make him submit and compromise, was she?

She didn’t want to discuss this issue with him any further.

It seemed Su Bei’s answer didn’t shock her as much as she had expected, as if she had anticipated it.

He is Su Bei, and that’s what he should have said, right?

If it was merely her seduction that made Su Bei change his mind, then it could only mean that her master’s heart had been wrongly entrusted.

Yet, she couldn’t simply forgive him. She thought of a punishment: "Tonight, you... sleep alone."

"..."

Then she turned around.

With no one else in the room, there was no need to be reserved around Su Bei, so she began to remove the long robe Su Bei had draped over her.

The garment fell around her ankles. She bent over, her swan-like neck curving into an elegant arc—marked with bruises and deep red traces.

Despite having seen it many times, the snow-white expanse of her skin still momentarily captivated Su Bei.

Her slender arms seemed carved from white jade, and even her delicate collarbone possessed a subtle, captivating charm.

Then she picked up a moon-white Phoenix Belly Band, unadorned but embellished with silver-threaded phoenix feathers.

Gently, she put it on, covering her breasts and revealing her delicate waist and half-concealed navel.

The pattern on the belly band once again made Su Bei ponder. He clearly remembered that Lin Jinyu’s belly band had the same pattern. Although the specific design was different, the craftsmanship and materials seemed to be from the same hand.

Of course. Nan Ji was Ji Nanjue’s sister; how could she not know Lin Jinyu?

Seeing Su Bei’s unwavering gaze, Ji Nanjue finally found a woman’s garment. While putting on her panties, she spoke faintly, attempting to ease her own awkwardness and shyness, "I’m not stopping you now."

"Why aren’t you pursuing her?"

Su Bei gave an embarrassed smile, took two steps back, and muttered, "You didn’t ask me to pursue her... Wouldn’t going now be a death wish?"

"..."

Ji Nanjue frowned slightly, glancing at Su Bei from the corner of her eye, her gaze shifting. "What are you mumbling?"

Su Bei suppressed the turbulence in his heart, cleared his throat, and said, "Well... A few days ago, Multi-Bao Pavilion sent me a North Sea Coral Ginseng."

"I gave it to Die Yi... as a gift for her becoming my disciple."

"..."

Ji Nanjue stopped what she was doing, turned around on the bed, and looked at Su Bei with puzzlement. "Becoming your disciple?"

Her panties were only pulled up to her left calf, her right foot poised, knee slightly bent, as she tried to guide it into the other pant leg.

Such a sitting-squatting posture completely exposed everything to Su Bei’s eyes.

"Cough, cough—"

Su Bei bent down and then, under Ji Nanjue’s curious gaze, sat on the edge of the bed with his legs pressed together.

"Yes, I don’t know why that child insists on taking me as her master."

"Perhaps she has discovered my charm."

Ji Nanjue sneered but did not engage with Su Bei.

She had many impressions of Die Yi, having encountered her on that rainy night when she and Key Smoke were sharing an umbrella.

Why did this woman give her such a strange feeling?

"You mean, the coral ginseng was given to you by Multi-Bao Pavilion?"

"..."

Finally, she had caught the key point in Su Bei’s words and asked.

How could she not be aware of the ambiguous relationship between Multi-Bao Pavilion and the North King of Sea City?

Were their dealings related to Su Bei receiving the North Sea Coral Ginseng? Or were they merely trying to befriend Su Bei?

Ji Nanjue’s phoenix eyes narrowed as she pondered all the possibilities, not even noticing that Su Bei had quietly sidled up to her.

While Su Bei gently helped her remove the silk stockings she had just put on, he nodded and replied, "Mm, it was sent by that little dragon girl from the Multi-Bao Pavilion..."

Then he embraced Ji Nanjue’s slender waist from behind.

Finally, Ji Nanjue noticed Su Bei’s actions. Her phoenix eyes widened, and she stared at Su Bei, exclaiming, "How dare you!"

"I haven’t forgiven you yet... What are you doing? It’s daytime..."

"..."

Su Bei pouted indifferently, muttering to himself, ’How dare she!’ If she were really angry, I’d definitely be immobilized by now... Women are all like this, so thin-skinned. Their words say one thing, but their instinctive reactions have already told me everything.

"My dear treasure, be good. Your husband is going to the Multi-Bao Pavilion soon."

"Once I leave, who knows how many hours it will be? What if you can’t control the Supreme Yin Cold Aura within you then?"

"Your husband calls this ’planning for a rainy day’."

"No, that’s not it. It’s ’planning for a rainy Ji’..."

"..."

The pale moon-colored belly band once again slid from Ji Nanjue’s ankles to the ground.

But this time, a keen eye and quick hand snatched it up and placed it into a storage ring.

How could he not cherish such a commemorative belly band!?

RUSTLE, RUSTLE—

It was almost summer. The wind, carrying a scorching breath, gently brushed past the tips of the willow branches.

The early morning sun, following last night’s ’light rain,’ seemed even softer and warmer.

Passing through the willow leaves and the bamboo window, it left dappled spots of light.

The paths in Jiangnan were neither too hard nor too soft, exuding the fresh fragrance of grass and trees. This was undoubtedly the scenery of Jiangnan. Even though Su Bei had been here many times, he still found himself intoxicated and lingering in its beauty.

It seemed he could still hear faint voices:

"This is my only belly band! What will I wear if you take it away!?"

"Mm, I have others here... just take any."

"You get out of here."

"..."

「Sword Sect, No-Sword Peak.」

Xiao Ruoching silently gazed at the sword in her hands, lost in thought.

The courtyard that had once belonged to three people had, imperceptibly, grown much larger.

Dan Wulan had moved in, and Dan Wuque, using the excuse of taking care of her, had also taken up residence there.

But what should have been a lively place now lacked the most crucial person.

The ground of the courtyard was already riddled with holes and scars—marks left by the longsword in her hand.

She lifted her head, gazing at the sky.

The smile she envisioned beneath the vast sky was as pure and clean as water.

With a long sigh, she wandered around and, before she knew it, found herself outside Mo Li’s courtyard.

A scarecrow was stuck in the center of the courtyard, draped in Su Bei’s clothes, but for some reason, it had been stabbed full of holes.

Moving forward, various objects came into view.

Xiao Ruoching’s eyes clearly showed shock. She swallowed and said, "Is this... Master’s stockings?"

"Worn clothes?"

"..."