All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 420 - 257 Making Ice Cream for Her_2

The two looked at Die Yi with bewildered expressions and hurried away.

Only Die Yi remained, gazing thoughtfully at their disappearing backs as she murmured softly, "Evil Cultivator? Is it the Devouring Heaven Demon Art? Why has this new life arrived so quickly?"

...

...

Ji Nanjue turned, propping up half her body with a jade-like arm, her form bending into an exquisitely beautiful curve.

Once she confirmed Die Yi had walked far away, the blanket softly slid from between her collarbones. It revealed large expanses of skin, as pale as snow and smooth as jade. Her phoenix eyes, which should have been filled with valor, now reflected indignation and shame.

Her skin, smooth as jade and creamy as fat, radiated warmth, granting Su Bei the most perfect tactile sensation.

Su Bei gently tightened his embrace, lightly inhaling her unique fragrance.

Through Su Bei’s persistent coaxing and persuasion, Ji Nanjue finally began to trust him.

"Weren’t you supposed to be neutralizing my cold poison?"

"Why aren’t you operating any cultivation techniques at all?"

"..."

After several such encounters, Ji Nanjue confirmed she understood this man. During their dual cultivation, he would absolutely not operate any cultivation techniques; they relied solely on the natural fusion of the Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang.

To achieve significant absorption and fusion, the prerequisite was to overcome distracting thoughts and control desires. Any attempt to cultivate this method while indulging in lust would only be counterproductive!

Su Bei also thought, This method is probably suitable only for those who are sexually indifferent. When facing Nan Ji, I instantly turn into a beast.

Probably no man in this world could embrace Nan Ji’s exquisite body and maintain a clear mind, especially when her majestic phoenix eyes gazed at him. At such times, an indomitable desire to conquer would surge from the depths of his heart.

And Ji Nanjue, having tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, was savoring its sweetness. Her androgynous features were becoming increasingly feminine, exuding the full charm of a new bride.

Su Bei carefully helped Nan Ji put on her dress, adjusted her collar, and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips, saying, "We’re going to the South Wind Ancient Country..."

He had long been looking forward to this trip to the South Wind Ancient Country.

"Are we going directly to the Southern Border?" Ji Nanjue inquired, swatting away his large hand that was caressing her waist as she spoke.

This isn’t desire, Su Bei reflected. It’s like how some people are fond of money; I just want to experience that indescribable sensation of it flowing through my hands.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Since we’re looking for clues, we naturally can’t just stick to the Southern Border. Let’s look around during our journey... Perhaps we’ll find the clues we want."

"..."

Then, he took two eggs out from his storage ring.

Ji Nanjue’s waist became increasingly sensitive, and she squirmed a little. Compared to Su Bei, she was more eager to unmask the organization orchestrating everything from behind the scenes. She echoed his sentiment, saying, "Then, let’s wander a bit more. Hmm... What are you preparing?"

"..."

Ji Nanjue watched curiously as Su Bei bustled about the room, vigorously stirring egg whites with chopsticks.

Soon, a glistening white, foamy substance emerged, its texture fine, just like... last night...

"It’s the ice cream I promised to make for her..."

"Ice cream? What is that?"

Ji Nanjue was clearly curious. She dipped her finger into the now-formed cream and licked it lightly with the tip of her tongue, a faint white trace lingering at the corner of her mouth.

Watching Nan Ji’s action, Su Bei felt a fire instantly erupt within him. He activated his Selfless Realm and forcibly suppressed the rising heat.

"It’s nothing, a kind of dessert. Um, wipe your mouth..."

Ji Nanjue wiped the corner of her mouth, but only ended up smearing more of it, getting it all over herself.

Her pristine white silk robe was now faintly tinged with yellow.

"Let me wipe it for you. Look at you, it’s everywhere. How did it even get on your feet?"

"Lift your foot; I’ll clean it for you."

Ji Nanjue gently lifted her jade-like foot, and Su Bei meticulously wiped the cream from her jade-like toes.

"Is ice cream more delicious than preserved fruits?"

The faint milky fragrance lingering on her taste buds made her feel a slight sense of anticipation for it.

"Naturally."

"Oh."

"Come here, touch it with your hand."

"Why?"

"I need to borrow your cold energy to freeze it."

"..."

RUSTLE, RUSTLE.

The world’s first portion of ice cream was thus born.

Immediately, their voices sounded from within the room again.

"Hasn’t it already frozen? Why are you taking off my skirt?"

"It’s frozen, so now it’s my turn to be frozen..."

"Go to hell! Will you ever stop?"

"...Be good, listen. This time, we’re just cultivating."

"..."

「Night fell.」

Su Bei found Key Smoke, holding the ice cream he had made from memory.

He had only used eggs, milk, and sugar. Compared to the ice cream from his memories, which was full of additives, this version’s taste was a significant step down.

She didn’t meet with him. From behind the closed door of the cultivation room, Key Smoke, as if knowing what Su Bei intended to say, spoke first, preempting him.

Key Smoke smiled and said, "Elder Su, with this parting, people like us cultivators understand that meetings and separations are governed by fate. If destiny wills it, perhaps we shall meet again. If not, then this is truly farewell forever. Such is the nature of immortal destiny. I hope Elder Su will not try to force matters."

"..."

Su Bei’s heart felt a little heavy.

He naturally understood that Key Smoke’s "meet again" didn’t refer to whether the two of them would physically meet in the future, but whether that wisp of her affection for him would vanish during her Tribulation-Crossing Stage. Whether his image would completely fade from the sea of her consciousness.

A final farewell? It was a sorrowful phrase, laden with so many unspoken regrets.

"It’s rare for you to use such a cheerful tone to utter such heavy words..." A bitter smile touched Su Bei’s lips.

"Besides bidding farewell, is there anything else, Elder Su?" Key Smoke’s soft voice drifted from inside the room.

Su Bei said, "Nothing more."

An awkward silence ensued.

Key Smoke didn’t offer any superficial pleasantries like "bon voyage" or "take care," because even she didn’t know what to say.

Finally, Su Bei said, "Um... I made you ice cream. I’ll just leave it on the ground. If it’s left out for too long, it will melt..."

Su Bei suddenly understood his heart’s true desire. He didn’t want to detain her, nor did he harbor any inappropriate designs on her status as the Saintess. Rather, he couldn’t bear to see a connection, whatever kind it was—perhaps one guided by an invisible red thread of fate—simply end like this. Even if she truly lost her emotions, so what? Su Bei felt something within him slowly being set aside, buried deep in his heart. But this would no longer be a regret, no matter what the future held. I will find her again. I want her to stay by my side.

Placing the ice cream on the ground, he cast a reluctant gaze towards the room, a pang of regret that he ultimately couldn’t see her one last time.

Then, he took Nan Ji’s hand and disappeared from Key Smoke’s line of sight.

Inside the room, Key Smoke sensed their departing figures. The smile on her lips gradually vanished, and she gently shook her head.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and looked at the bowl of ice cream.

It had melted somewhat, but its shape still vaguely resembled a scene of the two of them: her on a swing, with that man pushing her from behind...

Picking it up, her lips curved with a childlike pout, and she bit into the ice cream.

The creamy flavor flooded her taste buds. Although it differed from the one in the Illusion World, she was certain:

This one tasted better.

With a complex expression, she gazed at the bowl of ice cream and murmured to herself, "Su Bei, Su Bei... haven’t you tormented me enough?"

"..."

She wanted to force herself to forget these things.

But as the ice cream melted into a sweet liquid on her tongue, her tears finally, uncontrollably, began to fall.

The composure she had feigned all day, the calmness she had forced upon herself—her heart finally couldn’t bear it any longer at this moment.

Tears splashed into the ice cream, bitterness and sweetness mingling as they flowed into her heart.

"Why is it always under a clear moon..." Key Smoke’s eyes grew hazy.

...

Gazing at Wu City as it receded into a distant speck, Su Bei suddenly felt a sense of wistful loss.

Everything that had transpired for him in Wu City had finally concluded.

"South Wind Ancient Country, huh?" he muttered. "I’m finally going..."

Nan Ji, beside him, looked at Su Bei with some confusion, merely thinking he was reluctant to part with Key Smoke.

She truly didn’t understand that Wu City held extraordinary significance for Su Bei himself. Whether because of her, or Dan Wulan...

"Wu City, goodbye."

"..."

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