All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 432 - 262: Husband, how many women have you said these words to?_1

Chapter 432: Chapter 262: Husband, how many women have you said these words to?_1
Chu Tiankuo stood with his hands behind his back. He had already absorbed the Killing Pill gifted to him by that esteemed person the night before, and now his cultivation was only one final step away from reaching the Golden Core stage.
Could it be that esteemed person’s strength has reached Divinity Transformation? Or perhaps even higher?
He dared not think too deeply about it. Although he was considered one of the four prodigies of Xiegu City, the highest-level Cultivators he usually encountered were only at the Nascent Soul stage. Anything beyond that was the stuff of legend.
There are Disciples from the Confucian School in Xiegu City as well. I wonder just how confident that esteemed person actually is...
But these are matters at the level of those great figures, and they have nothing to do with me.
As dawn broke, the corona of the sun slanted into the sky.
The morning breeze quietly brought forth the scent of flowers, gently wafting through the curtains and seeping into the bamboo windows.
Su Bei opened his eyes, and in his arms, Nan Ji slept peacefully.
Embracing her,
his mind wasn’t as disturbed as before. It seemed he had grown accustomed to having her by his side.
He gently kissed her brow, dressed carefully, and headed for the door.
Little did he know that behind him, the deeply sleeping Ji Nanjue’s lips curved into a slight smile.
The mountain air was exceedingly fresh. Though the Spiritual Energy was purer within the Sword Sect,
this was a completely different state of mind.
The sound of rushing water reached his ears.
Su Bei turned around and saw the girl washing clothes by the pond.
Several villagers were beside her. They looked at Su Bei, their faces beaming with plain, honest smiles, as the girl waved excitedly at him.
"Immortal Elder, did you sleep well last night?"
"Very soundly!"
Su Bei smiled back at her and replied.
The villagers, knowing that the Immortal Elder had cured the girl’s mother, looked at Su Bei with eyes full of goodwill. They greeted him one after another.
They were eager to stuff chicken eggs and bamboo shoots into Su Bei’s arms.
Helpless in the face of the villagers’ enthusiasm, Su Bei could only smile and accept these gifts, tucking them all into his storage ring and fleeing the scene.
This stunned the villagers. They watched as the handsome man before them made the items disappear as if by magic, and they gaped in shock.
They looked at Su Bei’s retreating figure, their eyes filled with reverence as they mumbled,
"Old Wang’s family has truly encountered an Immortal..."
"Last night, I even heard Old Wang’s young daughter say that fish were just jumping into the bucket."
Su Bei reached a peaceful spot and then placed the Sword Box beside him, silently caressing the sword called ’Missing Departure’.
A good sword needs nurturing, not just for killing, but to establish a connection between the sword itself and its master.
About an hour passed. Su Bei looked up to see smoke rising from the village stoves and got up to head back.
As soon as he entered, he saw Nan Ji sitting at the table, her cheek cupped in one hand, her meal untouched. Upon seeing Su Bei, her eyes brightened, and she spoke softly,
"Where have you been?"
The mother and daughter wisely did not disturb Su Bei and Nan Ji, making an excuse to leave.
Su Bei scooped up Nan Ji and, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, asked,
"Why aren’t you eating?"
"Don’t you like it?"
She had eaten plenty of fish the night before; perhaps the breakfast wasn’t to her taste.
Ji Nanjue shook her head. She then placed her bowl in front of Su Bei and handed him her chopsticks.
"I want to eat with you."
This display of a virtuous wife touched Su Bei’s heart. He picked up the chopsticks and began to feed her.
"Ji Baoer, I am truly moved."
"Open your mouth, ah—"
Ji Nanjue internally held back a chuckle.
How have I become so womanly, even adopting the coquettish mannerisms of women without realizing it?
Yet she went along with him, her mouth parting slightly.
He delivered food to her mouth, which was naturally rosy even without artificial rouge.
Ji Nanjue reached out with her sleeve-covered hand, gently picked a stray strand of hair from the corner of Su Bei’s mouth, and asked,
"How does it feel?"
Su Bei replied,
"Hmm, it feels like Ji Baoer is very..."
Before he could finish, Ji Nanjue’s brows knit together, a flush of embarrassment spreading to her ears as she muttered softly,
"What are you saying? You know that’s not what I meant."
Su Bei set down the Sword Box he had been carrying on his shoulder and sighed deeply.
"I’ve nurtured it with Spiritual Energy, as you said, but I still feel like something is missing..."
Missing Departure, Missing Departure... perhaps the name of the sword corresponds to the mindset when wielding it.
As he spoke, he held his chopsticks near the corner of Nan Ji’s mouth. When she instinctively opened it, he pulled them back slightly. Lost in thought, she followed the movement of Su Bei’s chopsticks, leaning forward a bit.
Watching the scene unfold before him with a mischievous grin, Su Bei thought,
I feel like I’m teasing a cat.
After a few repetitions, Ji Nanjue finally realized something was amiss. Coming back to her senses, she noticed she was less than an inch from Su Bei, so close their warm breaths could mingle.
The food held between them was forgotten as Su Bei’s dark eyes locked onto hers.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Both spoke at the same time, pausing in surprise before sharing a smile.
Su Bei knew that during the time this noble woman had stayed by his side, she—the one who always seemed to carry unspeakable troubles—had let down her guard.
It was a reciprocal fulfillment for both of them...
Even with his playful teasing, she instinctively played along, appearing simple-minded. Yet he knew she was one of the few standing at the very pinnacle of the world. How could such a woman be so naive?