All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 485 - Two Hundred and Eighty-nine_1

Chapter 485: Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-nine_1
"Watering?"
Looking at the old man in front of him with a puzzled expression, Su Bei naturally knew he wasn’t a real beggar, so he was guessing what the "watering" he mentioned meant.
Before he could react, the little beggar beside him grew displeased, his eyes widening as he looked at the old beggar sitting serenely. "We’ve come all this way just to water something?"
"Can’t you water it anywhere else? Why did you have to come here?"
His eyes darted around as if he’d understood something, and a mischievous grin spread across his face as he looked at the old beggar. "I know, Old Hua!"
"You want to go water at that young lady’s place!"
BANG—
The little beggar clutched his head. It wasn’t Old Hua who had hit him this time; Ji Nanjue, sitting next to Su Bei, couldn’t stand it any longer and had delivered the slap.
Then, glancing sideways at Old Hua, whose hand had frozen mid-air, she said faintly, "With a disciple like this, I suppose you’re no angel yourself."
Old Hua chuckled awkwardly, feeling rather embarrassed, and pulled the little beggar behind him.
He then raised his head, his gaze passing through the window to the peach blossoms that filled the sky, a rare warmth flickering in his eyes.
Turning back, he looked at Su Bei and replied, "I, Old Hua, come here to water them every so often."
"I just don’t know if, one day when I’m gone, there’ll still be someone to water them for her."
...
He sighed, drained the cup of wine on the table, rose, and faced Su Bei. "A meal from a gentleman like Mr. Su certainly can’t be accepted for free."
"But I, Old Hua, don’t offer my own favors cheaply either."
...
The old beggar rummaged in his pocket for a good while before producing a wine gourd. He handed it to Su Bei, his expression profound.
"This way, Old Hua and Mr. Su can consider ourselves even."
...
Then, tugging the little beggar, who was still gazing longingly at the delicacies on the table, he headed for the door.
Pausing as he passed the waiter, he thought for a moment and said kindly, "Be a good lad and tell your shopkeeper that this braised pork knuckle tastes just like it did all those years ago."
...
Before the bewildered young waiter could react, the two of them vanished out the door.
Su Bei toyed with the wine gourd Old Hua had given him, watched their retreating figures, and casually twisted open the stopper.
Ji Nanjue’s eyes instantly narrowed.
The next moment, she firmly pressed the stopper back into the mouth of the gourd.
Even so, wisps of an ethereal vapor had already dispersed, pervading the entire main hall of the inn.
THUMP—
THUMP—
One after another, the people in the hall collapsed.
Su Bei and Ji Nanjue exchanged a look, an unreadable expression on both their faces.
"The Inverted Heaven’s Inverse Profound Dew," Ji Nanjue identified. "Or perhaps, Longevity Dew."
This was no poison. On the contrary, for mortals, it was an incredibly potent elixir. Even such a minuscule trace was enough to prolong life and grant several more years of vitality.
"The favor he returned is quite substantial indeed," Su Bei remarked.
"These common folk have also benefited. Perhaps we should have a commemorative plaque made for that old beggar?"
...
Su Bei looked at Li Zijun, who had also fainted beside him. A touch of warmth in his eyes, he reached out, stroked her hair, and gave a wry smile.
The entire main hall, or rather, this whole section of it, presented a bizarre scene.
All around, only a gentle breeze drifted, carrying waves of the intoxicating fragrance of peach blossoms. Everyone was slumped over their tables, sleeping soundly.
Su Bei gently lifted the soundly sleeping Li Zijun into his arms. He then looked at Ji Nanjue beside him, paused thoughtfully for a moment, and then said suddenly, "I think I understand now why the peach blossoms of Tao City never fall, no matter the season..."
Ji Nanjue nodded as well. Taking the wine gourd Su Bei offered, she said softly, "If this Inverse Profound Liquid is effective against Evil Qi, then we truly will owe him a significant favor."
...
Then, a peculiar expression crossed her face as she looked at Su Bei. "It’s so strange. Why is it that ever since I started accompanying you, we constantly stumble upon so many extraordinary people and bizarre events?"
"Since your breakthrough to the Peak Refining Void realm, the Sword Qi around you has long been restrained, achieving a state of natural simplicity."
"How can any random beggar we meet discern your true identity? And even guess our purpose?"
"When did Dao Integration Tribulation-Crossing cultivators become so commonplace?"
"That Peach Blossom Grove and that... Peach Blossom Spring, they must be connected to him, right?"
...
Su Bei clicked his tongue, pondered for a moment, then looked at Ji Nanjue and said something that utterly baffled her, "Maybe it’s because I don’t have the destiny of a protagonist, yet I’ve somehow ended up with the protagonist’s script?"
Ji Nanjue froze for a second, looking at him in confusion. "Do you have any idea what you’re saying?"
Su Bei didn’t explain, merely smiled.
The sunset’s glow washed over his face as he stood side by side with Ji Nanjue, their forms bathed in golden light, mingling with the ever-present, lingering fragrance of peach blossoms.
ACHOO—
Su Bei gently patted Ji Nanjue’s back with one hand while holding Li Zijun with the other. It was a scene as warm and sweet as a family of three.
—Of course, it would have looked even more like one if the unconscious Li Zijun were cradled in his arms rather than just being carried.
"What are we doing tomorrow?" Ji Nanjue asked, taking Li Zijun from Su Bei’s grasp and cradling her properly. She shot Su Bei a glare.
Gazing at the colossal peach tree towering in the distance, Su Bei smiled and said, "Tomorrow? Tomorrow, we might just have to pay a visit to that Peach Blossom Grove."