All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 530 - Three Hundred and Twelve_1

Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun’s face. Droplets of water clung to the hair at her brow, trickling down to her collarbone.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her graceful figure seem almost nude. Her jade-like arms were slightly bent, her captivating beauty fully revealed.

She gently swept her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.

The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her body, faintly translucent and revealing the skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now its true nature—and hers—was revealed, like seeing the true face of Mount Lu.

Ji Nanjue watched her with clear surprise, then curled her lips and said playfully, "You’re truly master and disciple; even your lies are cast from the same mold..."

"Fine, call me Sister if you wish. Calling me ’Shifu’s wife’ sounds so old-fashioned."

Li Zijun fell silent.

Her jade-like legs, hidden beneath the surface, gently stirred the water, creating a few ripples.

Then, with a gentle push of her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water barely reached her upper thighs, exposing half of her slender, flat waist, which was devoid of any excess flesh.

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

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

Feeling shy, Li Zijun removed her robe, placed it on the bank, and then immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

Ji Nanjue did not laugh at her but sat down beside her.

The air was somewhat oppressive; the period just before rain always felt particularly unsettling.

Ji Nanjue idly played with the water, letting it splash down, then suddenly spoke, "You’ve only met him a few times. Are you so certain of your feelings?"

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

"I’m curious, can you share your thoughts with me?"

After a pause, perhaps feeling her question was a bit pointed, Ji Nanjue 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.

Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly, "My thoughts?" Gazing at the somewhat dark water of the pool, she pondered for a moment, then continued quietly, "Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts or reasons?"

"Isn’t it that at some point, because of something that deeply touches your heart, you unknowingly make room for someone there?"

"Perhaps it’s just a glance, or a certain gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Li Zijun’s voice was tinged with sadness; though her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue could somehow detect considerable frustration in it. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Then Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, their cheeks touching, and asked, "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have once scoffed at this term, dismissing it as nonsense. How could a mere exchange of glances confirm one’s feelings? That could only be lust for physical beauty.

But now, her heart had gradually come to accept the term. Her life path and Su Bei’s had always seemed to align unintentionally. That time they returned from the gates of hell, the emotions forged from sharing such a hardship were naturally profound.

Perhaps even before that night, Su Bei’s shadow had been imprinted on my heart, but I had sealed it away for so long, never admitting it.

Li Zijun chuckled bitterly. It seems she misunderstood me. Her feelings for Su Bei were hardly as simple as she had just described. It had taken nearly a century of getting to know him before she truly understood her own heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a little cold..." She hugged her arms and blinked up at Ji Nanjue.

"Let’s go back then," Ji Nanjue said.

Li Zijun hesitated. "Mas... Sister, you can stay here alone for a while."

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

Ultimately, I’m a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never be together openly, I still feel repulsed by the idea of another woman taking away a share of his tenderness.

What’s more, this woman is his disciple... From any perspective, emotional or rational, it feels utterly perverse.

A strange thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue’s mind: his disciple, *my* Master... and I’m caught in the middle?

What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, is that it?

It’s all Su Dudu’s fault.

There’s no right or wrong in matters of love. If anyone’s to blame, the root cause of all these emotional debts is that fickle womanizer. If he hadn’t been philandering everywhere, how could he have stirred up so many romantic entanglements?

He certainly had his fun...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue’s face a few times. Snapping out of her thoughts, Ji Nanjue gently pinched Li Zijun’s delicate nose and said with a smile, "You’ve worn that robe for too long. If you don’t mind, wear this one of mine for now."

She gestured towards the white gauze robe on the shore.

Li Zijun blinked and then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

With a soft rustle of fabric, Li Zijun put on the robe and walked towards the Daoist Temple.

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