All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 478 - Two Hundred and Eighty-five_2

Chapter 478: Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-five_2
Dan Wulan leaned back on her hands against the deck of the boat, tilting her head to gaze at the stars and moon above.
The warm April night breeze was soft against her face. It gently brushed the peach blossom embroidered on her purple robe, her pupils reflecting the dazzling galaxy.
Dan Wuque stepped behind her. She carefully placed a long purple dress near Dan Wulan’s knees and silently sat beside her. Then, mimicking Dan Wulan’s posture, Dan Wuque stretched out her long, straight legs, cradling a white shirt in her hands.
Upon it was an embroidered blooming peach blossom.
The rebellious tuft of hair atop Dan Wuque’s head spun quickly as she bit her upper lip, hesitantly speaking,
"Younger Sister, you’ve been working on this garment for a very, very long time."
"Why do you want me to give it to Senior Brother? You made this. It’s not as if I, your elder sister, haven’t made things too..."
Dan Wulan blinked at her, then turned her head back and said,
"Because only then will he be moved."
Nevertheless, Dan Wuque felt something was amiss. She caught Dan Wulan’s small hand, pointing at the scars still visible upon it.
"You’ve pricked your fingers many times over. You must deliver this garment to him yourself."
Having spent so much time by her side, she naturally knew this beautiful garment had undergone countless iterations. It had involved consultations with numerous needleworkers before being painstakingly embroidered.
"Don’t you like Senior Brother?"
"I like him..."
"Then take it and give it to him."
"But..."
"No buts. Once you give it to him, you’ll be his woman."
"Isn’t that inappropriate..."
"What’s inappropriate about it? What’s wrong with us sisters never being apart?"
"Oh..."
Dan Wulan averted her gaze, her eyes softly shifting. The myriad stars above seemed to morph into his likeness as, in her heart, she murmured to herself:
Wulan alone is of no use, but together as sisters, can’t we keep your heart?
Senior Brother?
It seemed she remembered something, and she gently bit her lower lip.
Damn Nan Ji.
Damn female disciples...
Dan Wuque blinked and turned her head, looking at her with confusion.
"Younger Sister, what did you say?"
"Nothing. Just looking at the stars, thinking about what to say when I hand over the clothes."
"Oh."
「...」
The morning sun gradually rose in the eastern sky.
Su Bei gently rubbed his bloodshot eyes. Sunlight soon streamed onto his face.
He reached out to touch the person beside him, who was no longer there. Inside the Daoist Temple, only a pile of burnt-out ashes remained.
Su Bei covered his mouth with his hand and yawned deeply, staring blankly at the raindrops continuously dripping from the eaves.
He hadn’t rested well the previous night.
Naturally, it wasn’t from overexertion. Su Mou considered that he himself hadn’t yet harbored such perverse notions, nor did he have any strange penchant for ’performing’ in front of his disciples.
But both women by his side were stunningly beautiful. Ji Baoer, in particular, unabashedly lay in his arms. She even tucked her delicate feet onto his stomach, claiming she was cold and wanted him to hold them for warmth.
Surrounded by their fragrant scents and subjected to various intimate gestures, he could only look but not touch...
What healthy man could endure this?
And Ji Baoer seemed to know how uncomfortable he was. It was as if she wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction she had built up from his treatment of her these past few days. Her actions grew increasingly bold, no longer limited to mere teasing...
Su Bei sighed deeply, on the verge of tears.
It seemed that with Li Zijun present as a third wheel, his difficult days were truly beginning.
Just then, the sound of brisk footsteps came from outside the Daoist Temple. Su Bei looked towards the door and saw Li Zijun smiling tenderly, carrying a basin of water towards him.
Noticing Su Bei had opened his eyes, she smiled warmly and said gently,
"Master, time to wash your face."
The sunlight gently fell on her forehead, illuminating the dewdrops on her hair; her clothes were speckled with water spots.
Seeing this scene before him, Su Bei’s mind suddenly conjured an amusing public service announcement.
A little boy wobbled towards him, carrying a basin of water, squatting down before him, and softly saying, "Mommy, time to wash your feet..."
Su Bei stretched, a warm smile on his face, and reached out, wanting to pat her head.
Having taken on so many disciples, I finally have one that acts like a proper disciple.
Looking at the first two, they acted as if they were my ancestors. The third was a bit better, but so timid and delicate that I felt like I was coaxing a child; I didn’t have the heart to order her around.
"Master, if you’d just squat down, Zi Jun will help you wash your face..."
Su Bei shamelessly squatted, cheerfully preparing to enjoy the treatment a master rightfully deserved.
Just then, a voice came from outside, tinged with amusement.
"Heh, as expected of Su Fuma, always so ostentatious."
"In the whole world, you’re probably the only one daring enough to have the Confucian School’s young lady wait on you."
"..."
Su Bei’s face was covered in black lines.
It seemed Nan Ji couldn’t stop using the term ’Su Fuma’; she’s repeated it no fewer than ten times already.
However, he himself was not used to being waited on. He reached out to take the basin of water from Li Zijun’s hands to wash his face himself.
Li Zijun didn’t react in time. Seeing Su Bei’s large hand reach for what she was holding, her body instinctively trembled.
CLATTER—
The basin flew from her hands, just as Ji Nanjue was walking into the Daoist Temple with a bowl of hot porridge.
SPLASH—
The entire basin of water landed squarely on Ji Nanjue, soaking her clothes.
This indeed provided Su Bei with a feast for the eyes. It was summer, and the weather was quite hot. Ji Nanjue’s light gauze clothing was already sheer. Once wet, it clung to her body, faintly revealing her exquisite, half-exposed figure.
The three of them stared wide-eyed at each other, their gazes darting back and forth.
Su Bei coughed, breaking the awkward silence.
"Ahem, Ji Baoer, that outfit looks quite nice... I, your husband, quite like it."
"Zi Jun, you really are naughty. Even if you have issues with your master’s wife, you can’t just throw water on her like that. That’s not good at all. Well, your master is magnanimous, so you don’t need to apologize..."
Li Zijun’s eyes widened as she blinked. She had never realized her master could be so shameless.
Ji Nanjue sneered coldly. Without a word, she began removing her wet clothes in front of Su Bei, gradually revealing her perfect, nude form.
Observing Su Bei’s expression, a secret little thrill surged within her. Did I still hold an attraction for him, even after he had ridden me countless times?
"Ahem... Ji Baoer, while I am indeed your man, Zi Jun is still here."
"One should still be mindful of one’s image."
Su Bei clenched his fist, brought it to his mouth to cough lightly, then turned away, murmuring,
Truly a wonderful morning.
My disciple deeply understands her master’s heart. This must have been intentional, right?
Though the sunlight diffused only for an instant, that moment of fleeting beauty is enough to make the wild grass grow rampant...
"..."
As Su Bei finished speaking, Li Zijun’s face instantly flushed crimson.
Covering her face, she ran out of the Daoist Temple.
Her heart pounded furiously. She spat disdainfully.
Ji Nanjue had already changed into dry clothes and shot Su Bei a glare.
Su Bei stepped out of the Daoist Temple, swept the dust from the floor, then turned to look at the statue, smiling as he said,
"I am indebted to the Earth God for the shelter."
"In the future, I will surely offer incense."
"..."
After speaking, he glanced at the Daoist Temple and then gently closed the main door.
Taking Ji Nanjue’s small hand in one of his, and Li Zijun’s in the other, he slung the Sword Scabbard onto his back and started down the path.
As they walked, their view gradually widened, and then, suddenly, the landscape seemed to open up before them.
Su Bei sighed with relief and said with a smile,
"It seems we’ve made it out of the mountains..."
「...」
PS: I watched an anime during dinner today that shattered my worldview. It was absolutely disgusting, called something like ’Night.Q.Sickness.Ward’... VOMIT BLOOD.
I won’t be curious again.