All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 729 - 394: With Disciples to Comfort Your Loneliness, We Will Have a Future Together_2

"Well, if our young friend An Nan seems to have some worries, I won't disturb the two of you any longer. Perhaps it's best we take our leave here. If fate allows, we shall meet again."

As his voice faded, Wanyan Zuoquan deliberately led his two disciples in the opposite direction from Su Bei and his companion. Their departure was quite nonchalant.

Watching their retreating figures, Su Bei's expression grew heavier, and he let out a self-deprecating chuckle. I've been completely figured out.

The moment Wanyan Zuoquan appeared, Su Bei suddenly realized that ever since he had reversed a lifetime, everything that followed was already beyond his control. The future he had known from his previous life had been rewritten by him. Like a butterfly of destiny desperately flapping its wings, he had finally stirred waves capable of creating a storm, yet now he suddenly found himself feeling lost and helpless.

Having bid farewell to the memories he had once relied upon, to everything he had known, could he truly reach the end in this brand-new world? Su Bei sighed wistfully.

Mo Li blinked at the man who had suddenly become somewhat dispirited and lonely, then leaned closer to Su Bei. She whispered something into his ear that left him a bit puzzled, "Disciple wants candy."

Su Bei was briefly taken aback. Then, he saw Mo Li take a sugar cube from her ring and gently place it in her mouth. The next moment, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips.

She had kissed his lips countless times before—when he was covered in blood, exhausted from the chest wound she herself had inflicted. That kiss wasn't tender. It was filled with unrelenting hatred; their rough lips met without sensation, only a tide of grief and anger.

But now, it was different. Mo Li was certain she saw something in his eyes that only she could discern. It was an uncertain future.

Their lips met, sending an electric-like tingle through her body. It was sweet from the sugar, soft and a little cool, yet also somewhat burning, the fragrance refreshing and invigorating. The sweetness transformed into a warm current that flowed into Su Bei's body, mingling with his heated breaths. Mo Li lowered her head, her ears slightly flushed, leaned against his chest, and whispered softly, "Master is not alone."

"Your disciple is here to soothe your solitude, and we will have a future together..."

Su Bei, embracing her waist, was moved by her words, but then a thought suddenly struck him. He looked at her with a strange expression, his burning gaze roaming over her skin, as if wanting to pierce through her clothes to see the figure beneath. Then, he suddenly picked her up and carried her to a secluded corner. As she watched him, puzzled, he lifted the hem of her skirt and pressed his ear against her belly. After listening for a long while, he couldn't make out anything. Su Bei grumbled, It can't be that fast, can it? And I'm sure I didn't pull out slowly...

Mo Li's legs instantly clamped around Su Bei's head. Resting a finger on her chin, she giggled, "What are you thinking about, Master? You wish."

Su Bei straightened up and set her down, seeming to realize he had misunderstood. However, this little episode had considerably lightened the gloom that had momentarily enveloped him. He then cocked his head, looked at Mo Li, and gestured around, saying, "What do you want? Pick anything. Your Master will give it to you!"

By this time, Jinzu Court was already festively decorated. Along this stretch of mountain road, monks bustled to and fro every few dozen steps. Besides the cultivators who had received invitations from the Prince of Town North, many sect cultivators and Loose Cultivators had brought their disciples to broaden their horizons. Although they couldn't enter the main banquet hall at the far end, strolling around Jinzu Court was quite delightful in itself.

Thus, just as Su Bei had anticipated, a bustling crowd of cultivators and mortal merchants converged on this mountain path, forming a lively gathering reminiscent of a Mortal World temple fair. Since it was located just outside the Buddha Gate's Jinzu Court, no one dared to cause trouble under the watchful eyes of Immortals and Buddhas.

As for Su Bei, he didn't have much sentiment for such a fair-like setting, but seeing that his disciple seemed quite interested, he didn't want to dampen her spirits. Perhaps seized by a feminine impulse, Mo Li clutched Su Bei's sleeve and eagerly browsed from stall to stall.

Even though it was the Buddha Gate's Jinzu Court, there was no shortage of female cultivators at the event. Many of them were selling beauty items such as youth-preserving pills, rouge, and face powder. These were by no means inferior to the goods sold in the Mortal World and were very popular among women. Mo Li, who usually focused on cultivation or punishing evil and upholding good, did not refuse such vanities.

Contrary to her usual demeanor, Mo Li became unusually talkative. She discussed all sorts of intimate feminine topics with Su Bei, such as what materials made for comfortable undershirts and underpants, which were suitable for cultivation, and which garments would chafe or become uncomfortably tight if worn for too long.

Su Bei cleared his throat and, pretending to ask casually, inquired, "Well, if they get so tight that they're uncomfortable, why do you still buy them?"

Mo Li looked at Su Bei with a half-smile, then leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "When we return tonight, Disciple will slowly tell Master."

Su Bei was speechless.

After browsing for quite a while, Su Bei noticed that Mo Li was constantly picking over items but never buying anything, much like women from Blue Star when they went window shopping. He couldn't show any impatience, so he patiently accompanied her, listening to her comments and looking at each item.

In his heart, Su Bei still hoped they might encounter some cliché scenario, like a young master from a prominent family suddenly appearing and looking at him with disdain. But after so much aimless wandering, everything remained peaceful and harmonious, which made him feel a tinge of disappointment.

Indeed, am I no longer a child of destiny?

Seeing that Mo Li was still just casually strolling, Su Bei finally couldn't help but say, "Master has money. You can just buy whatever you fancy. We don't need to be so frugal."

Setting down a box of rouge she was holding, Mo Li wrapped her arm around Su Bei's and grinned, "Didn't Disciple say she wanted Master to accompany her shopping? Shopping is about the 'browsing' part; it doesn't always mean you have to buy something."

It was the first time Su Bei had heard this rationale, and he was somewhat stunned. "Just for the pleasure of looking?"

Mo Li didn't answer, merely giggled and picked up another box of rouge. Finally, after much deliberation, she selected one box of rouge and, looking at Su Bei, declared, "This one it is!"

The two of them moved away from the bustling crowd to a quiet place. Though the mountain was covered in snow, a spring still flowed tirelessly, its water converging in a stone basin below to form a clear pond.

Mo Li gently untied the scarf from her face. Her dress, like a blooming Peony, spread out in layers, concealing her high-heeled embroidered shoes. The autumn wind rippled the cold, jade-green pool and lifted her silver hair, letting it cascade freely.

Mo Li took the box of rouge and carefully held it in her palm. With a slight turn of her hand, the ancient Gilt Phoenix Feather Stepping Shake appeared.

Su Bei sat beside Mo Li, resting his chin on one hand, and gazed at the familiar hairpin, momentarily lost in thought. He quietly watched as she used the tip of the hairpin to pick up a little rouge. Then, using the water's surface as a mirror, she gently and meticulously applied it to her cheeks. He had rarely seen her apply rouge as Xiao Ruoching or Dan Wulan did. Perhaps this was the first time. No woman was indifferent to beauty, and this was the first time she had used the makeup he had bought for her in his presence.

Then, she took off her embroidered shoes and set them aside. Her graceful figure undulated like rolling hills. Her bare, jade-like feet, each toe painted a cherry red and resembling a delicate jade silkworm, lightly stepped into the spring water. With both hands, she slightly lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her fair, tender, jade-like legs, so long and slender they seemed almost unreal. The autumn breeze blew past, vaguely revealing the inner garment clinging tightly to her body, and her slender waist, too small to be encircled by a single hand. Freed from the Gilt Phoenix Feather Stepping Shake that had bound her bun, her three thousand silver strands of hair cascaded loosely.

Finally, Mo Li raised her head, looked at Su Bei, and murmured softly, "Master, am I beautiful?"