All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 466 - 279: I’m wondering, why is my disciple so good-looking. _2

Chapter 466: Chapter 279: I’m wondering, why is my disciple so good-looking. _2
She believed that her heartfelt intentions could reach the depths of his soul; she wanted to protect him, watch over him, and pull him out of the bitter sea he was forced to traverse. That was enough.
Li Zijun suddenly asked, "Master, why did you suddenly want to take Zi Jun as your disciple?"
That was what troubled her the most now.
Su Bei stopped walking, looked into her eyes, and said seriously, "The daughter of the Confucian Sage—who in the world wouldn’t want her as a disciple?"
Li Zijun gently shook her head, a smile on her face as she reached out to touch Su Bei’s white hair. It wasn’t as silky as she’d imagined, but rather somewhat coarse.
"It’s not like that."
"If Master doesn’t want to say, Zi Jun won’t ask."
The ease and gentleness in Li Zijun’s eyes made Su Bei’s heart tremble inexplicably, and he felt a twinge of heartache.
It was as if he once again saw that scene of utter devastation. He couldn’t help but feel dazed.
Is such a woman ultimately unable to escape that calamity? Had another version of myself truly failed to save her?
That fragment of consciousness, though fleeting, was clear to Su Bei.
Perhaps this is a glimpse of the future I am to see.
Under a sky full of stars, Su Bei suddenly pulled her into his embrace.
Li Zijun’s body stiffened instantly. Her mind went blank, and she was completely at a loss. She found herself pressed against a warm body, sensing his breath.
He whispered tenderly in her ear, "As your Master, I will protect you. Protect everyone..."
Su Bei gradually began to speculate.
I want to fulfill my other self’s regrets. Perhaps in that future, ’I’ also tried my best, but still ultimately failed to prevent the closest people from leaving me one by one. Not just Li Zijun; I must protect Xiao Ruoching, protect Mo Li, protect the Sword Maiden. Protect Eldest Senior Sister, Eighth Junior Sister, Ninth Junior Sister, protect...
Li Zijun didn’t speak, merely snuggling closer into his embrace.
I don’t know what Master saw in that moment,
Li Zijun thought.
But I presume he still doesn’t know that he himself is the main culprit behind that calamity.
"Then Master must take good care of Zi Jun..."
"Zi Jun will guard Master’s sword well..." she murmured softly.
The two walked out of the whispering pine forest. Looking up, they saw the bright, clear moonlight softly draping a layer of luminous gauze over the grass.
Su Bei casually found a soft patch of grass and lay down. The moment he touched the ground, a cool, soothing sensation spread throughout his body, and he stretched his limbs involuntarily.
Then he patted the grass beside him and said, "Lie down for a while; it’s very comfortable."
Li Zijun didn’t hesitate. She straightened her robes and snuggled close to him.
Two heads, one large and one small, counted the stars.
The myriad stars blinked as if connected to the vast Milky Way, their depths profound. A cold light twinkled within them, like a swirling vortex, subtly drawing one’s mind and stirring the heart.
"Disciple, when I took you as my disciple, why didn’t you hesitate at all?"
"My cultivation isn’t very high, far from your Mistress’s, and I don’t possess any particularly outstanding abilities..."
Li Zijun smiled and used Su Bei’s own words to reply, "Elder Su of the Sword Sect—who in the world wouldn’t want to be his disciple?"
Su Bei was momentarily at a loss for words.
Then, as if he had thought of something, he smiled gently, saying, "When I took your Senior Sister Xiao as a disciple, I once asked her why she wanted to cultivate. I will always remember her eyes from our first meeting."
"Her eyes should have been like autumn waters, gentle and kind, yet they were filled with hatred—a hatred not directed at me, of course... She said she cultivated for revenge..."
Li Zijun paused, seemingly recalling something. She tilted her head and looked at Su Bei, asking, "Master, what kind of person is Senior Sister Xiao Ruoching?"
Su Bei sat up, fiddled with the grass roots beside him, pondered for a moment, and then said, "She’s a kind-hearted woman, but also a bit playful. Although she appears mature, she’s actually quite childlike at heart."
"It’s quite amusing, actually. When I first took her as my disciple, your Senior Sister Xiao caused no end of trouble. Just a few days after joining, she set fire to the ancestral graves on No-Sword Peak."
"HA HA HA! That time, she was drunk and mumbling, ’Master, when are you going to die?’..."
Su Bei seemed to have opened the floodgates of his memories, eagerly sharing anecdotes about Xiao Ruoching. He failed to notice Li Zijun’s small hands clenching her skirt tightly, her brows furrowing repeatedly.
She finally couldn’t help but speak, "Master."
Su Bei looked at her with some confusion and spat out the grass root in his mouth, asking, "Hmm?"
Li Zijun sat up, steadied herself, and said with a solemn expression, "Master, please stay at Empty Cicada Lake for these few days!"
"Don’t go back to No-Sword Peak just yet..."
Though Su Bei’s words were brief and lacked detail, Li Zijun’s heart felt like a small boat tossed in a vast ocean.
A shocking thought surfaced in her mind.
Sister Xiao might be just like me, having lived a second life! If that’s the case, Master could be in danger living with Xiao Ruoching every day. From Master’s words, I can feel that Sister Xiao probably harbors deep resentment towards him but has refrained from acting on it due to her current cultivation level. If so, then that letter I once gave Master... My unusual action must have made Xiao Ruoching guess my identity as well! Sister Xiao is a woman of distinct loves and hates, especially in matters of emotion—she loves profoundly and hates intensely. And Master knows nothing about it all; he’s probably being kept in the dark. Perhaps it’s not only Xiao Ruoching but Mo Li as well...
As she pondered, Su Bei’s voice reached her, asking, "Disciple, what’s wrong?"
"Why do you want Master not to return to No-Sword Peak?..."
Li Zijun parted her lips, then her eyes narrowed into a slight smile as she said, "I just want Master to stay at my home a little longer."
Su Bei thought for a moment, a reason forming in his mind.
Li Zijun is probably going to leave home for the Sword Sect in the Eastern Country. Naturally, she feels attached to the Confucian Sage and wants to spend more time with him at Empty Cicada Lake before she leaves...
"How long can Master stay at Empty Cicada Lake?"
This was Li Zijun’s biggest concern.
Without a strategy to deal with those two senior sisters, I’m naturally worried about Master. After all, it’s easy to dodge an open spear but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow.
Looking into her eyes, her perceptiveness made Su Bei’s heart ache.
How can I bear to set a definite time for their parting, forcing her to meticulously count the days of their brief reunion, all while the metaphorical sword of separation hangs over her head?
"Master will stay until you want to leave!"
Seeing the smile at the corner of Su Bei’s mouth, Li Zijun knew he had misunderstood.
He’s got it wrong,
she thought, but didn’t let it show, instead feigning surprise and smiling at him.
Just then, the sound of footsteps approached, interrupting their conversation.
"I was afraid two rabbits wouldn’t be enough, so I caught a wild boar too."
Ji Nanjue walked over, dragging a small wild boar with one hand and carrying two rabbits in the other.
She tossed the rabbits onto the ground.
Then she glanced at the grass root in Su Bei’s mouth, plucked it out, and muttered, "Always chewing on grass. I don’t see what’s so good about it..."
Su Bei stood up, scooped Ji Nanjue into his arms, and spun her around.
She was as graceful as water, her white, fluffy skirt fluttering as if in flight. Her small, embroidered shoes, inlaid with pearls and jade, were as radiant as the smile on her face.
"Why did you catch so much?"
Ji Nanjue gently pushed Su Bei’s lips away as he leaned in for a kiss, rolling her eyes at him as she said, "I was afraid you wouldn’t have enough to eat."
Su Bei looked a bit embarrassed and glanced at the wild boar on the ground, asking, "You think I can eat a whole boar in one bite, my dear?"
Sitting on the grass, Li Zijun watched the scene unfold and couldn’t help but let out a "PFFT" of laughter.
Touching the soft wisps of hair at her temples, she collapsed playfully onto the grass. Then, blinking her beautiful large eyes, she smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue, extended a delicate hand towards the boar, and called out, "Mr. Wild Boar, I’m so sorry..."