All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 600 - 347_1

Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. The strands of hair on her forehead were adorned with droplets of water, which slid, dripping, down to the hollow of her collarbone.

The wet clothes clung to her, making her exquisite, well-proportioned body seem almost bare. Her jade-like arms were lightly curved, her charming grace fully revealed.

Her delicate hands gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robes, outlining her perfect figure, as she looked at Ji Nanjue with a hint of embarrassment.

The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her body, faintly revealing her skin underneath. Her usually loose robes concealed much, but only now was her true beauty—her Mount Lu's true face—revealed.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a corner of her lips curled into a playful smile as she said, "As expected of a master and disciple. Even your lies are cast from the same mold..."

"Forget it. If you wish to call me 'Sister,' then do so. 'Shifu's wife' does sound rather old-fashioned."

Beneath the water's surface, her jade-like legs gently stirred the water, sending up a few splashes.

Then, supporting herself with her arms, she stood up, naked as the day she was born. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing half of her slender, flat waist, devoid of any excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't bathe with them on, can you?"

This robe had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long on this journey, though it bore no evident stains.

Li Zijun shyly removed her dress, placed it on the bank, and then quickly sat down in the pool, hiding herself completely in the water. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her; she simply sat down beside her.

The air was heavy, and the period before rain always felt especially restless.

Her small hands gently scooped up water, letting it shower down, as she suddenly asked, "You've only met him a few times, yet you're already so certain of your feelings?"

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

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

She paused, feeling her question was indeed a bit pointed, then added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you'd rather not say..."

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

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun lightly pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly, gazing at the somewhat murky pool. She pondered for a moment before saying softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require reasons?"

"Isn't it often that at a particular moment, due to something that causes a profound stirring deep within, your heart unconsciously comes to hold someone?"

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

Ji Nanjue paused, startled. Li Zijun's voice was tinged with sadness; though her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue inexplicably sensed a deep frustration within it.

Then, Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, pressing her cheek against Li Zijun's.

"Love at first sight?"

Perhaps in the past, she would have scoffed at this term, dismissing it as baseless nonsense. If two people decided they were in love after a single glance, it could only mean they were captivated by each other's beauty. Now, however, her heart was gradually coming to accept the idea. Her life's path and Su Bei's always seemed to intertwine inadvertently. After they had returned from the brink of death that one time, the bond forged between them through shared adversity was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, his image had been imprinted on her heart, though her long-guarded feelings had never allowed her to admit it.

Ji Nanjue murmured, perhaps to herself, "That makes sense."

Li Zijun gave a bitter smile. It seems she misunderstood me. My feelings for Su Bei are far from the simple way I just described them. It took nearly a hundred years of deepening connection for me to be sure of my heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." She hugged her arms to herself and blinked, looking at Ji Nanjue.

Ji Nanjue said, "Then go back."

Li Zijun hesitated, "Shif— Sister, you can stay here by yourself for a while."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her own heart filled with complex emotions.

In the end, I am a woman. Although I know Su Bei and I can never be public, I still feel a sense of rejection towards any woman who wants to take a share of his tenderness from me. Moreover, this woman is his disciple... By any measure of emotion or reason, this is utterly improper. A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her own master... and me caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, indeed. It's all Su Dudu's fault. There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame must be assigned, the root cause is that philanderer. If he hadn't been so promiscuous, sowing wild oats everywhere, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? He, on the other hand, has certainly had his fun...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, playfully tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, and said with a smile, "You've worn that dress of yours for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."

She then pointed to the white gauze dress on the bank.

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

With a soft rustle of fabric, she donned the dress and set off toward the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure until it vanished, then sighed softly.