All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 763: ."_1

PS: Anti-piracy chapter.

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face, water droplets clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones.

After getting wet, her clothes clung to her body, highlighting her exquisite and delicate figure like a half-revealed fruit, her jade arms lightly bent, revealing her graceful posture.

Her fair hands gently gathered her long, water-soaked hair at the back of her head. The flowing water drenched her robes, sketching the perfect contours of her body. She looked at Ji Nanjue with a touch of embarrassment.

The clothes she hadn't fully taken off clung completely to her delicate body, faintly revealing her skin tone. Normally, the loose robes didn't reveal much, but only now was the true beauty of Mount Lu unveiled.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said,

"Like master, like disciple. Even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."

"Fine, if you want to call me Sister, then do so. Besides, the term 'Master's wife' sounds rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Her jade legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, sending a few ripples spreading.

Then, with a light push of her jade arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water reached just past her upper thighs, revealing half of her slender waist—smooth and without a hint of excess flesh.

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

This one robe had accompanied Li Zijun for who knew how long. Though it bore no stains, Li Zijun, somewhat shyly, removed her dress and placed it on the bank. Then, she immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and sat down beside her.

The air was a bit stifling; the period before rain always felt particularly restless.

Ji Nanjue's small hand gently scooped up some water, letting it sprinkle down. Suddenly, she spoke,

"You've only met him a few times. Are you so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to admire someone, but judging from your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person."

"I'm quite curious. Could you share what's on your mind?"

Pausing for a moment, feeling her question was indeed a bit pointed, Ji Nanjue 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.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, just murmuring softly.

Gazing at the somewhat murky pool water, she pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice,

"Does liking someone truly require specific thoughts?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches your heart, someone unknowingly comes to reside there?"

"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a single gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback for a moment. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, tinged with sadness—though the tone was very gentle—she could somehow detect a great deal of vexation.

Then she pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, pressing her cheek against hers.

"Love at first sight?"

Perhaps before, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this term, dismissing it as nonsense. The idea that two people could confirm their feelings for each other with just one glance seemed to speak only of lust for physical appearance. But now, her heart had gradually come to accept the term. Her life and Su Bei's had somehow intertwined unintentionally. After they had both returned from the brink of death, the emotional bond forged through shared hardship was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, his image had already been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's also true."

Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Her feelings for Su Bei, how could they be as casually described as she had just done? It had taken nearly a hundred years of evolving emotions for her to be certain of her own heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is getting cold..."

She gently wrapped her arms around herself, blinking as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

"Let's go back," Li Zijun added.

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart feeling somewhat complicated. "You head back then," she said. "Sister... will stay alone for a while."

Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew that she and Su Bei could never make their relationship public, she still felt a sense of rejection towards any woman who wanted to take a share of his tenderness. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... Morally and rationally, it felt somewhat perverse.

A strange thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her own master... and herself caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, was it?

"It's all Su Dudu's fault."

There's no right or wrong in emotions. If blame must be assigned, the root cause was that philandering scoundrel, Su Bei. If he hadn't spread his affections everywhere and flirted with every woman he met, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? He certainly had his fun...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. When Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, she gently pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose and said with a smile,

"You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."

"..."

She then pointed towards the white chiffon dress on the shore.

Li Zijun blinked, then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

With a soft RUSTLE, she put on the dress and then walked toward the Daoist Temple.

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