All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 755: ."_1

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair by her forehead clung with droplets, trickling down to her collarbone. The wet fabric clung to her body, revealing her delicate form, her jade arms elegantly bent in a charming pose. With her bare hands, she gently gathered her long, water-drenched hair behind her head. The streaming water soaked her garment, outlining her perfect figure, and she cast a somewhat embarrassed glance at Ji Nanjue.

The clothing that she hadn't fully taken off adhered to her body, faintly showing the color of her skin. The normally loose garment concealed much, but now her true figure was finally revealed.

Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then curled the corners of her lips, speaking mockingly, "No wonder you are teacher and disciple; even your lies are carved from the same mold..."

"Forget it. If you want to call me Sister, then do so. The title 'Mistress' sounds rather old-fashioned, anyway."

"..."

Li Zijun's jade legs, hidden beneath the water's surface, stirred gently, creating a few ripples.

Then Ji Nanjue propped herself up with her arms and stood up, completely bare. The water barely covered the tops of her thighs, exposing half of her slender, flat waist, which was devoid of any excess fat.

"Take off your clothes," Ji Nanjue said. "You can't very well bathe in them, can you?"

This single garment had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long, although it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, feeling somewhat shy, removed her dress and placed it on the shore. Then, she immediately sat down in the pool, hiding herself thoroughly.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her but sat down beside her. The air felt heavy, and the time before rain always felt exceptionally unsettling.

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently scooped up water, letting it splash down, as she suddenly asked, "You've only seen him a few times. How can you be so sure of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to admire someone, but your words and actions don't suggest you're an impulsive person."

"I'm very curious. Can you tell me what you're thinking?"

Ji Nanjue paused, perhaps feeling her question was a bit intrusive, then added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to say..."

As she spoke, her eyes remained fixed on Li Zijun.

"Thoughts?" Li Zijun pursed her thin lips slightly and murmured softly without looking at Ji Nanjue.

Gazing into the somewhat dim water of the pool, she pondered for a moment before speaking softly, "Does liking someone really require a specific thought process?"

"Isn't it often that at a certain moment, something happens that deeply touches your heart, and before you know it, that person has found a place there?"

"Perhaps it's just a single glance, or a particular action."

Ji Nanjue was stunned for a moment. Li Zijun's voice, though gentle, carried an underlying sadness, a profound melancholy that Ji Nanjue somehow discerned.

Then Ji Nanjue drew Li Zijun close into her embrace, their cheeks touching.

"Love at first sight?"

Perhaps before, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as nonsense. The idea that a single glance could affirm one's feelings for another? That was likely nothing more than lust for their beauty. Yet now, she was gradually coming to accept the term. Her life path and Su Bei's had always inadvertently aligned. That time they returned from the brink of death, the emotions forged through shared adversity were naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, his image was already imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's true, in a way," Li Zijun said with a wry smile. It seems she misunderstood me. My feelings for Su Bei are hardly as simple as I just described. They are the result of nearly a hundred years of evolving understanding; only then did I become certain of my heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, I'm feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms lightly and blinked at Ji Nanjue.

"You should go back then," Ji Nanjue said. Then, referring to herself, she added, "I... Sister will stay here alone for a while."

Ji Nanjue smiled gently at Li Zijun. Her heart was somewhat conflicted. After all, she was a woman. Even though she knew that she and Su Bei could never be together openly, she still felt a sense of aversion towards any woman who wanted to take a share of his tenderness from her. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... This felt like a transgression, both emotionally and rationally. A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: His disciple, Li Zijun; and he (Su Bei) is also my own Master... and then there was herself, caught in between? What a tangled web of relationships... like three generations under one roof, wasn't it? 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"It's all Su Dudu's fault!" Ji Nanjue muttered.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If blame must be assigned, the root cause of it all is that philandering scoundrel. If he hadn't been so fickle and flirtatious, how could so many emotional debts have arisen out of nowhere? He, on the other hand, got to enjoy himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Snapping back to her senses, Ji Nanjue playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose and laughed. "You've worn that dress of yours for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."

"..."

Ji Nanjue gestured towards a white gauze dress on the shore.

Li Zijun blinked, then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.

With a soft rustle of fabric, she put on the dress and walked towards the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing figure and sighed softly.