All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 415 - 255 Drunkenness_2

Soft white gauze flowed down with each rise and fall of her body. Her jade-like feet, unadorned by silk socks, were tinged with touches of vermilion as she fiddled with a wine cup in her hands.

A crystalline, snow-like clarity still clung to her, yet now it bore an added touch of poignant melancholy.

But one thing was beyond dispute: that face was stunningly beautiful!

"Where’s your man?"

Ji Nanjue’s face instantly flushed with embarrassed annoyance. She bit her lower lip and let out a cold snort.

"Who cares if he’s alive or dead? Right now, he’s probably off playing with that dragon..."

"What on earth is on his mind all day? It’s always about *that*—and then more of *that*! To think I once regarded him as a gentleman. All he ever does is cling to... what’s her name, Ji Baoer..."

"With so many people in all Twenty-One Provinces, why did the Supreme Yang Body have to be his?"

"And who knows where he found that Supreme Yang Lotus Root? Who would ever... put it in *that* kind of place...?"

"..."

Key Smoke’s lips curved into a gentle smile, yet her face was tinged with a hint of sadness, her eyes hiding deep envy.

Wasn’t the expression appearing on Ji Nanjue’s cheeks exactly what she herself had longed to see for so long?

That hint of grievance was unmistakably interwoven with undisguised happiness.

As Ji Nanjue spoke, she sat down beside Key Smoke. Her voice gradually softened, as if she had just realized something...

"Nan Jue, as your master, seeing you like this now truly makes me happy."

Ji Nanjue lifted her head to look at Key Smoke, who wore a faint, resigned smile. Warm as ever, Key Smoke spoke softly.

"Finding a Supreme Yang Body is no easy feat. You must cherish it well."

"..."

Even though she said that, Ji Nanjue admitted in her heart that she had felt an indescribable thrill when she discovered that person was Su Bei.

But she didn’t know how he truly saw her—was she just a partner for sex?

Or had he actually developed feelings for her?

Setting aside her identity as Ji Nanjue, to be frank, as Nan Ji, she had only met him twice. Perhaps it was nothing more than lust at first sight.

"Master, let’s not talk about that man tonight."

"It would be letting him off too easily..."

Ji Nanjue’s eyes flickered. Then, she took out a jar of wine from her storage ring.

"Let me drink with you tonight, Master."

"Tonight, Master and disciple, we won’t go home until we’re drunk!"

"..."

Both women had their own little calculations. Certain things didn’t need to be said aloud to be as clear as day in their hearts.

There were some things Ji Nanjue hadn’t said. A person’s feelings can change with time; even the most deeply engraved memories eventually yield to the long passage of years.

Key Smoke watched her calmly. She broke the clay seal on the wine jar, poured a bowl for Ji Nanjue, and then gazed at the ink-dark clouds gathering ever thicker in the south, murmuring,

"What’s wrong with that dragon?"

"The rain is so heavy."

Ji Nanjue glanced in that direction, took a sip of wine, and snorted.

"I have no fondness for those dragons. That great flood hundreds of years ago must have addled their brains."

"If Ao Qian hadn’t shown some conscience back then and blocked the reverse current, would I have let Sea City get so cozy with those dragons?"

"I don’t know what kind of bewitching potion they’ve fed Su Bei."

"..."

Key Smoke looked genuinely surprised. After a moment of serious thought, she said,

"What benefits could the Dragon Clan offer Elder Su?"

"Elder Su is a man of great benevolence and kindness. Perhaps he really could be persuaded by that dragon? After all, the Dragon Clan has now lost their Dragon Pond and is being thoroughly suppressed by the Phoenix Clan..."

As she finished speaking, a peculiar tone entered her voice as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

"Hmm, speaking of which, doesn’t your Empress have some connection to the Phoenix Clan?"

"..."

Ji Nanjue’s expression grew increasingly odd. She felt like things were gradually heading in an unsettling direction.

"He... he wouldn’t actually enjoy... *playing with dragons*, would he...?"

The two women looked at each other, both seeing the answer in the other’s eyes.

Perhaps... it really was possible?

Then, Ji Nanjue took a deep breath, her expression growing serious as she said earnestly,

"That Ao Yue is the Dragon Clan’s little princess. Su Bei might not care much about fortuitous opportunities and the like. Previously, the Dragon Clan might not have had anything to attract him, as this isn’t a simple matter. But... now, it’s hard to say."

"A few days ago, I was rescued by Shangguan of the Sword Sect. He passed on the latter forms of the Sword Scripture to Su Bei. The Immortal Slaying Sword requires a sword..."

"And he has such a knack for getting involved... If that dragon girl acts coquettishly or anything..."

"..."

Key Smoke’s eyes narrowed slightly, not quite grasping what Ji Nanjue meant by Su Bei having ’a knack for getting involved.’ Then she said softly,

"Inverted Heaven also has one... Back then, four swords formed a certain sword formation. The Northern Sea, the Southern Barbarians, the Western Wasteland, and the Twenty-One Provinces each possessed one."

She shook her head and chuckled.

"Didn’t we agree not to talk about him? How did we end up circling back to him again?"

Ji Nanjue drew closer, placing her hand over Key Smoke’s chest, feeling her heartbeat.

"Master, when did you fall in love with him?"

Key Smoke paused, gazing at the clear wine in her cup, which reflected the bright moon.

When did she start liking him?

An indescribable sensation filled her, spreading through her chest, seeping deep into her soul, and sending ripples across the calm sea of her heart.