All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 430 - 261: Everything About My Husband, Nan Ji, I Do Not Disdain_2

"How do you catch fish without a bucket?"

The mother and daughter were clearly taken aback. They had heard of catching fish with nets and fishing with hooks, but when had they ever heard of catching fish with a wooden bucket?

"How can you catch fish with a bucket?"

The mother clearly hadn’t recovered, her face filled with confusion.

Su Bei smiled, then spoke earnestly, "In the place where I live, there’s a fishing method known as ’the willing take the hook.’ Well, I suppose a wooden bucket works the same way."

The girl’s eyes widened. Seeing Su Bei’s serious demeanor and not suspecting any falsehood, she thought for a moment before deciding to follow his method, placing the bucket in the pond.

Following that, Su Bei flashed the girl a radiant smile and continued, "Now you must pray sincerely, hoping that the Little Fish will swim into the bucket on their own. If you’re kind enough, the Little Fish will be moved by your sincerity and swim in on their own..."

Upon hearing Su Bei’s words, the girl couldn’t help but chuckle. Although her appearance was ordinary, it seemed as if she was touched by the Spiritual Energy of the mountains, and her laughter was especially sweet.

"Immortal Elder, you’re joking again, aren’t you? How could the Little Fish know we want to eat them and still swim into the bucket?"

Su Bei looked at her and said softly, "You’re so kind-hearted, the Little Fish will surely do anything for you... Everything will get better! I’ve always kept my word!"

He winked at her.

The girl seemed startled for a moment, then, realizing Su Bei was teasing and encouraging her, she smiled sweetly, revealing two dimples.

Yet in her heart, she felt a sense of melancholy. How could her father, who had been unheard from for two years, appear before her just because of his few words? And how could the Little Fish possibly rush towards her bucket?

"Thank you for your guidance, Immortal Elder," she said. "I also hope my father will be safe."

A gentle breeze lightly blew Su Bei’s long hair. Ji Nanjue sat nearby, one arm casually encircling her knees, her chin propped on her hand, her bright eyes watching Su Bei.

The evening breeze was especially tranquil, and a luminous aura lingered in the mountains.

Su Bei extended his finger towards the pond and laughed, "Nothing will go wrong. Watch."

The girl’s eyes widened as she looked in the direction of Su Bei’s finger.

The next instant, numerous fish in the pond swarmed towards the girl’s bucket, one after the other, their scales shimmering under the moonlight.

The mother and daughter’s eyes widened instantly. They rubbed their eyes hard, mouths agape, in disbelief at the scene before them.

The daughter swallowed hard, her heart too shocked for words.

Could it be...could it be that the Little Fish could truly hear her prayers? Does that mean...her father might also return safely?

The mountain girl, though she had occasionally heard of legendary cultivators, only conceived of them in the context of Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishment. How could she not be astounded by the sight before her?

Immediately, tears glistened in her eyes as she muttered to herself, "If the Little Fish can hear my prayers, then perhaps my father will come back..."

The girl’s mother seemed to sense something and looked towards Su Bei, offering him a grateful smile.

Then the mother and daughter took the bucket back into the house, the girl skipping and brimming with happiness all the way.

Wisps of cooking smoke rose above the bamboo and wood houses nestled in the mountains.

Ji Nanjue turned her face, watching Su Bei. His cheeks looked even more handsome under the moonlight, his lips curved in their usual gentle smile.

She silently observed everything he did, her eyes flickering, the answer in her heart growing ever clearer. Why would women always flock around him? It seemed that the longer one spent with him, the longer one associated with him, the more one could feel this uniqueness of his. It was a quality distinct from mere gentleness, superior to a tenderness that achieved nothing. It could bring hope, vitality, and melt the ice within one’s heart.

Su Bei sat beside Nan Ji, casually chewing on a blade of grass. Looking at the moonlight, he said with a relaxed smile, "See? Learn a thing or two from me. There are many ways to comfort people."

Ji Nanjue turned and simply looked at him, then reached out with a delicate finger to remove the blade of grass from his mouth.

Su Bei looked at her, somewhat helplessly, and exclaimed, "Hey, it’s just a blade of grass..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Nan Ji’s exquisite face drawing closer and closer, filling his vision, and then her crimson lips pressed tightly against his—cool and soft. The air between them grew hot as their breaths mingled with passion.

The kiss was deep, passionate, carrying the answer that lay in her heart.

After a while—

Ji Nanjue finally let go of Su Bei, her eyes, like misty autumn waters, filled with an indescribable affection.

Su Bei took a deep breath. Coming back to his senses from the initial shock, he caught her chin, "Weren’t you the one who found it distasteful? Said my mouth was dirty and you couldn’t kiss me?"

The soft moonlight caressed her slightly flushed cheeks, where a faint sheen of perspiration lingered from their passion.

Ji Nanjue examined Su Bei’s expression. Reaching out with a hand as smooth as lustrous jade, she gently wiped his lips. A quiet smile blossomed as she wrapped her arms around his waist and said earnestly, "Everything about my husband... Nan Ji will no longer find any of it distasteful."

A light breeze came through, lifting the white gauze of her robes, outlining her graceful figure.