All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 448 - 269: Sister Nan Ji, Can Zi Jun Ask You for A Favor?_1

Chapter 448: Chapter 269: Sister Nan Ji, Can Zi Jun Ask You for A Favor?_1
Li Zijun nodded gently and continued, "Perhaps it’s not just the Confucian School. I have always been investigating the Evil Cultivators, but I’ve never found any clues."
Always been investigating?
Ji Nanjue’s eyes grew ever stranger.
How old could this Li Zijun be? Could she have been investigating Evil Cultivators since birth?
Li Zijun ignored Ji Nanjue’s expression and asked, "How did Sister Nan Ji meet Elder Su? And when did you start liking Elder Su?"
"..."
Ji Nanjue’s face flushed an uncharacteristic red. Her thoughts had already moved on to serious matters, and she hadn’t expected such gossipy questions. She pondered for a while before reluctantly replying, "Our first encounter was at the foot of Unrepentant Cliff. As for why I like him, I’m not sure. Let’s discuss something more specific."
"..."
A faint, almost imperceptible smile formed on the corners of Li Zijun’s lips—perhaps a small ’retaliation’ against the woman before her, which made her feel a bit better.
The questions she asked were not particularly tricky, but ones she urgently wanted answers to. To understand Su Bei in this life, she naturally needed a full range of information, and Nan Ji’s appearance had made everything unpredictable.
After a slight hesitation, she sized up Ji Nanjue. "Has Sister Nan Ji already... been intimate with Elder Su?"
Ji Nanjue’s complexion flushed instantly.
Li Zijun’s eyes seemed to bare the insinuation: so the Eastern Emperor, after starving for a few hundred years in the Imperial Palace, finally caught a man and couldn’t wait to package herself and deliver herself to him...
As if trying to defend herself, she coughed once, her phoenix eyes narrowed, and she said sternly, "I have the Supreme Yin Body, while Elder Su just happens to have... the Supreme Yang Body. It wasn’t about... being intimate, but about cultivation! It’s about mutual achievement..."
Li Zijun gently bit her thin lip, a gleam in her eyes.
Supreme Yang Body? Since when did Master have the Supreme Yang Body? Could he have already practiced the Devouring Heaven Demon Art? And devoured the so-called Supreme Yang Body? Yet I haven’t sensed any signs of him practicing the Devouring Heaven Demon Art!
As they questioned each other, the conversation twisted and turned. Ji Nanjue’s heart grew heavy; she had reached a rough understanding of these sudden Evil Cultivators, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes.
On the surface, it seemed that none of this had affected the Eastern Country. However, considering the recent provocations from the South Country against the Eastern Country, it was clear that this group of Evil Cultivators had been plotting for a long time. So, what role exactly did the South Emperor play in all of this? And who was that mysterious person who blocked Shangguan Wendao’s sword strike?
Ji Nanjue hadn’t been with Su Bei for long. It was only when Li Zijun inadvertently asked a key question that Ji Nanjue seemed to recall something. She said, "When Su Bei rescued you, I don’t know if it was because he killed Uncle Wang or because he felt guilty for injuring you, but he became very sullen for a while. However, he unexpectedly made a breakthrough, without any prior signs."
"..."
Li Zijun’s eyes trembled gently, her eyelashes fluttering.
Has it finally come?
Composing herself, she asked, "Sister Nan Ji, may I ask a favor of you?"
Ji Nanjue looked at her with curiosity. "Speak."
With a somber expression, Li Zijun picked up the teacup on the desk, engrossed in thought, forgetting that the tea inside had turned to ice. "Sister Nan Ji, please ensure Elder Su has as little contact with Evil Qi as possible..."
Ji Nanjue was taken aback. She then tapped her middle finger on the surface of the desk, half-closing her eyes. "What do you know about Su Bei?"
Just as Li Zijun was about to answer, she heard footsteps outside the door.
Su Bei leisurely walked to the door and pushed it open. He shivered subconsciously from the blast of cold air before his gaze settled on Nan Ji and Li Zijun, who were holding hands.
For some strange reason, a bizarre thought rose in my mind, ’In this heat, there’s no need to buy an air conditioner...’
"What have you been chatting about?"
Curiously, he sat beside Nan Ji. He reached out to encircle her waist, drew her into his embrace, and patted her back as he inquired.
Despite it not being the first time they displayed such intimacy in front of others, she couldn’t help but blush. This seldom-seen demeanor made her all the more enticing.
Su Bei couldn’t resist planting a deep kiss on her lips.
"We were just briefly discussing Miss Zijun’s experiences during this period, nothing else..."
"..."
Hearing Nan Ji’s words beside his ear, Su Bei then lifted his head. He looked at Li Zijun with an extremely complex gaze, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Miss Zijun, why are you traveling alone? Hmm... What about Er Lu, who always follows by your side?"
One hand remained on Nan Ji’s smooth abdomen, gently caressing it. The delicate sensation passed through a layer of white gauze into his palm—cool, yet as fragile as porcelain. His hot palm, carrying the energy of the Supreme Yang Body, seemed to be searing Ji Nanjue’s body, even disrupting her breathing.
Li Zijun’s lips were constantly curled in a smile, but there was an unusual hint of loneliness and anxiety in her eyes. It was uncertain if this was due to the disappearance of Uncle Er Lu and Duo’er, or if the couple before her troubled her. "Uncle Er Lu and Duo’er have disappeared..."
Su Bei looked at the woman before him, as delicate and graceful as an osmanthus flower. Her voice was light and ethereal, yet unaffected, seeming to drift like scattered moonlight.
He immediately stopped his hand movements and looked at her with gentle eyes, offering words of comfort, "It is my fault for bringing up painful memories. I will certainly help Miss Zijun find them..."
Li Zijun offered him a smile and said, "Elder Su, I wonder if you could escort Zijun to Empty Cicada Lake? My father has always wanted to meet you; there has been no opportunity before. Of course, Zijun will ensure Elder Su is well compensated. Besides, Sister Nan Ji has told me that Elder Su has been investigating solutions for this Evil Qi. The Confucian School’s influence in the South Country is quite significant; I believe they should be able to assist Elder Su..."
A gleam of light flashed in Su Bei’s eyes, and he replied with a benevolent smile, "Then I will have to trouble the Confucian School..."
He looked up at the sky. It was already dark. With no other thoughts in mind, he said, "It’s already so late, and Miss Zijun, your injuries have not yet healed. You should rest early... My room is next door. If there is anything, just call for me. I will take my leave now."
"..."
Giving her a smile, Su Bei then left the room, hand in hand with Nan Ji.
Li Zijun watched Su Bei’s retreating figure disappear under the osmanthus tree against the night sky.
She gently opened the window. Her body didn’t turn, but her dress billowed freely in the wind.
Osmanthus flowers fluttered down.
The pipa in the room was under the bed. Li Zijun, her eyes downcast, picked up the pipa.
Just then, the night breeze stirred the green treetops, scattering a shower of osmanthus flowers.
TWANG!
Her hair ornaments trembled. Her fingers flew across the strings in a rapid roll, fiercely plucking them.
Osmanthus flowers rained down; the pipa’s music whirled.
She hummed softly,
"The ornate zither, for no reason, has fifty strings;
Each string, each bridge, yearns for bygone years."
"..."