All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 568 - Three Hundred and Thirty-One_1

Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead, beaded with water, dripped down to the hollow of her collarbones.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her exquisitely curved figure appear almost nude, her jade arms slightly bent, her alluring form fully revealed.

Her pale hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water drenched her outfit, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, a little embarrassed.

The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung tightly to her delicate body, subtly revealing the flesh beneath. Her normally loose-fitting outfit usually concealed much, but now the truth of Mount Lu—her actual figure—was fully apparent.

Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a corner of her mouth curled up as she said teasingly, "As expected of master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold..."

"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, go ahead. 'Master's wife' sounds rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Her jade legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, sending up a few splashes.

Then, with a light push of her jade arms, she stood up, completely unclothed. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slender waist—delicate, flat, 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 outfit had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long on this journey, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun shyly removed her dress, placed it on the bank, and then immediately sank into the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

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

The air felt a little heavy; the period just before rain always carried a particular tension.

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

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

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

She paused, feeling her question was indeed a bit probing. Ji Nanjue then added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to talk about it..."

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

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly.

Staring at the somewhat murky water of the pool, she pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Does one always need reasons to like someone?"

"Isn't it often that at a particular moment, something happens that stirs you to your core, and before you know it, that person has found a place in your heart?"

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback for a moment. Li Zijun's voice sounded somewhat sorrowful; despite its gentle tone, Ji Nanjue could detect a great deal of underlying frustration.

Then, Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun into a tight embrace, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at such a phrase before, dismissing it as mere nonsense. Two people locking eyes and instantly confirming their feelings? That could only be attributed to lust for physical beauty.

However, her heart was now gradually coming to accept the idea.

Her life and Su Bei's always seemed to align inadvertently. That time they returned from the brink of death, the bond forged from surviving such adversity together was naturally profound.

Perhaps even before that night, his image had already been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed emotions had never allowed her to admit it.

"That could be it," Li Zijun said with a bitter smile.

It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Her feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as simple as she had just described? They had been cultivated over nearly a hundred years before she finally understood her own heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a little cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms tightly, blinking as she looked up at Ji Nanjue. "Let's go back."

"You go on ahead," Ji Nanjue replied. "Sister... I'll stay here alone for a bit."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart a tangle of complex emotions.

After all, she was a woman. Even though she knew that she and Su Bei could never be together openly, she still felt an inherent aversion to any woman who might take even a sliver of his tenderness away from her.

Moreover, this woman was *his* disciple... which felt wrong, both emotionally and logically.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple, and Su Bei was, in a way, *her* master... and she herself was caught in the middle?

What a complicated web of relationships... like three generations living under one roof, indeed!

"It's all that wretched Su Dudu's fault," Ji Nanjue muttered.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame had to be assigned, the root cause of all these emotional debts was that fickle lothario. If he hadn't been spreading his affections far and wide, how could so many entanglements have arisen out of nowhere?

He's probably having a grand time of it...

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

"..."

She gestured towards the white gauze dress on the bank.

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

With a soft rustle of fabric, she slipped on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

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