All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 446 - 268: Sister Nan Ji is the Eastern Emperor, Right?_1

Su Bei saw that Li Zijun had already awakened and let out a slight sigh of relief, speaking gently, "Miss Zijun, how are you feeling? Is there anything seriously wrong with your body?"

"..."

Regarding the somewhat mysterious woman in front of him, Su Bei harbored all kinds of questions, such as the poem from the Shangyuan Festival, the Green Jade Case, which he had never recited. It seemed that for the first time since arriving in this world, he knew that someone might have existed in the same world as him—a feeling of kinship welled up in his heart.

Li Zijun slowly descended from the boulder, intelligence sparkling in her eyes. She tilted her head and smiled. So much so that Su Bei always felt an indescribable affection for Li Zijun.

She then replied, "Elder Su arrived just in time; Zijun is already much better. Only, there seems to be a hazy mass of black Qi in my body that I just can’t clear away."

"..."

Su Bei’s gaze flickered. He stepped forward and suddenly blurted out, his words rapid, "Chicken changes, evens don’t change!"

Ji Nanjue’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. She looked at Su Bei with an odd expression, unsure of what he was talking about.

Su Bei, however, watched Li Zijun with half-closed eyes, full of anticipation.

Li Zijun looked utterly confused, as if she hadn’t heard him clearly. With her small hands behind her back, she said, "Zijun didn’t quite catch what Elder Su said. Hmm, is it ’chicken changes... but the egg doesn’t’?"

A hint of disappointment flashed across Su Bei’s eyes.

Still unwilling to give up, he shook his sleeves and burst into song, "The vast horizon is my love~"

Li Zijun was taken aback. She was somewhat unable to understand this man she thought of day and night. Her lips trembled as she looked pleadingly at the woman beside him.

Ji Nanjue also froze for a moment, then instinctively touched Su Bei’s forehead and softly asked, "Husband... what’s wrong with you?"

Su Bei was perplexed, the disappointment apparent in his eyes. Even as Nan Ji fumbled over him, his mind raced.

Suddenly, a thought sparked: could Li Zijun have transmigrated from a different era than him? But she knew the Green Jade Case, which meant it had to be from after the Southern Song Dynasty! If it was about poetry, he had plagiarized so many poems he couldn’t even remember which ones he’d used. Her recognizing one wouldn’t necessarily confirm his suspicion. What he needed was...

"Emperor Tang Tai!"

Li Zijun: "..."

Ji Nanjue’s expression showed some displeasure. She stepped forward, gently took Li Zijun’s hand, and glared at Su Bei. "Miss Zijun’s injuries haven’t healed yet, and here you are, asking all these nonsensical questions."

Then, her expression softening, she pulled Li Zijun toward the house, saying, "Just call me Sister Nan Ji, Miss Zijun. Is the Confucian Sage well?"

"..."

Li Zijun let out a long sigh of relief, finally hearing something she could understand. She stole a peek at the stunned Su Bei, then smiled faintly at Ji Nanjue and replied, "Greetings, Sister Nan Ji. My father is in good health."

"Hmm, why have you suddenly come out to travel alone? Aren’t there any Disciples of the Confucian School of your generation accompanying you?" Ji Nanjue asked.

"It’s a long story..."

Their voices grew quieter as they walked further away.

Two bright white gauze lanterns swayed in the night breeze.

The stream brushed against the bluestone, MURMURING.

The leaves of the parasol trees RUSTLED.

Su Bei stood still and silent. He wondered if this letdown—this answer that wasn’t what he wanted—was what he had awaited for so long. Lingering doubts filled his mind. If she wasn’t a transmigrator, then how did she know the Green Jade Case? Everything before him seemed to dissolve into a thick, utterly enigmatic fog.

The two women inside were probably chatting about things women discuss; they were likely getting along well, and Su Bei didn’t want to interrupt.

Gu Qingfeng followed Su Bei, not daring to raise his head. Su Bei glanced at him, then found a spot to sit down and coughed lightly. "Kid, speak up. How is it that I run into you everywhere? What were you up to?"

Gu Qingfeng promptly sat on the stone and began to recount everything. "My lord... a mineral vein recently appeared in Xiegu City. To decide its ownership and allocation, the Family Head sent me to the Qingyang Sect to seek help.

"Unfortunately, the Chu Family acted before us. Chu Tiankuo even provoked me with his words, leading me to take our family members to Xiaofeng Cliff...

"I never expected to encounter such a terrifying Evil Cultivator there."

"..."

Su Bei’s eyes narrowed. He quickly picked out a key point from Gu Qingfeng’s lengthy explanation and asked, "You said Chu Tiankuo provoked you into going to Xiaofeng Cliff? How did he provoke you?"

Gu Qingfeng thought for a moment before replying, "I had a good friend named Yang Erbao, who possessed the Tianyin Sand Body. He died unexpectedly at Xiaofeng Cliff. It seems like..."

"..."

Su Bei’s eyes sharpened; he seemed to understand the whole story. All of this appeared premeditated, not random. This meant Chu Tiankuo of the Chu Family must have information about this Evil Cultivator. To find a way to dispel the Evil Qi, he would have to start with Chu Tiankuo!

Having learned enough, Su Bei casually waved Gu Qingfeng away and then headed towards the house.