All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 528 - Three Hundred and Eleven_1

Faint starlight dimly lit Li Zijun’s face, beads of water clinging to the strands of hair at her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.

Her wet clothing clung to her body, outlining her exquisite curves as if she were half-bare. Her jade-like arms were gently curved, her graceful beauty fully revealed.

Her fair hand lightly gathered her long, drenched hair behind her head. The water soaking her robes outlined her perfect figure, and she looked somewhat shyly at Ji Nanjue. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her body, becoming somewhat translucent and revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robes concealed much, but now her true figure—the real Mount Lu—was visible.

Ji Nanjue appeared quite surprised as she looked at her, then curled her lips into a playful smile and said,

"No wonder you’re mentor and disciple; even your lies are carved from the same mold..."

"Forget it. If you want to call me ’Sister,’ then do so. ’Madam’ does sound rather old-fashioned."

Below the water’s surface, her jade legs gently disturbed the water, causing a few drops to splash.

Then, with a gentle push of her arms, she stood up without a stitch on. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slender waist—trim and flat, without a hint of excess flesh.

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

Li Zijun had worn these robes for who knew how long on their journey, though they remained unstained.

Li Zijun, feeling a bit shy, stripped off her clothes and laid them on the shore, then immediately sat down in the pool, hiding herself as thoroughly as possible.

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

The air was somewhat oppressive; the time before rain always felt particularly agitating.

Her delicate hand gently scooped up some water, letting it splash back into the pool. Suddenly, she asked,

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

"It’s normal for someone your age to develop strong admiration for another, but judging by your words and actions, you don’t seem like an impulsive person."

"I’m very curious. Could you share your thoughts with me?"

Pausing for a moment, realizing her question was indeed quite probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile,

"Of course, it’s alright if you don’t want to say..."

As she spoke, her eyes fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun lightly pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but softly murmured to herself.

Staring into the somewhat gloomy waters, she reflected for a moment before saying in a low voice,

"Does liking someone necessarily require careful thought?"

"Isn’t it that sometimes, at a certain moment, something touches you so deeply—a thrill that resonates in the core of your being—and before you know it, that person has found a place in your heart?"

"Perhaps just a glance, just a particular action."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback, listening to the sadness in Li Zijun’s voice. It was a tender tone, yet somehow she could hear a great deal of frustration in it.

Then she hugged her tightly, her cheek resting against Li Zijun’s.

"Love at first sight?"

Ji Nanjue might have previously scoffed at this notion, dismissing it as fanciful nonsense. The idea that two people could be sure of their feelings for each other after just one look—to her, that could only mean they were captivated by superficial beauty.

But now, in her heart, she was gradually coming to accept this term.

Her own life path with Su Bei always seemed to intersect so naturally. After they had returned from the brink of death, the emotional bond forged by sharing such hardship was exceptionally deep.

Perhaps even before that night, his image had been imprinted on her heart; only she, having sealed her emotions away for so long, had never admitted it.

"That’s true enough," Ji Nanjue murmured, more to herself than to Li Zijun.

Li Zijun gave a bitter smile. It seems she misunderstood me.

My feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as simple as I just described? Ours was a bond forged over nearly a century before my heart was certain.

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

"Go on back then," Ji Nanjue said. "Shis—Sister will stay here alone for a while."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her. Her own heart felt complicated.

Deep down, she was still a woman. Even though she knew her relationship with Su Bei could never be public, she still felt an aversion towards any woman who might try to take even a sliver of his affection that should be hers.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... By any measure, emotional or logical, it felt profoundly improper.

A rather peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue’s mind: Su Bei’s disciple, her own Master... and herself caught in between?

What a complicated set of relationships... Three generations under one roof, was it?

It’s all Su Dudu’s fault, she grumbled inwardly.

In matters of the heart, there’s no right or wrong. But if blame must be assigned, the root cause was that philanderer. If he hadn’t dallied with women everywhere, how could he have racked up so many emotional debts?

He’s the one enjoying himself, of course...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue’s face a few times. Ji Nanjue snapped out of her thoughts, gently pinched Li Zijun’s delicate nose, and laughed.

"You’ve worn those robes for far too long. If you don’t mind, wear this one of mine for now."

She pointed towards the white silk dress on the shore.

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

Rustling softly, she put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun’s retreating figure, then sighed softly.