Chapter 334: Chapter 224 Who’s the little girl again? _1
Key Smoke looked at him with a puzzled expression, not speaking for quite some time.
He knew nothing, so what on earth was he thinking about all this time!?
"Elder Su, weren’t you going to make ice cream?"
Su Bei, feeling somewhat embarrassed, finally realized what was happening. Had he misunderstood?
He silently put back on the clothes he had taken off, calming his restless heart.
Then, with an air of righteousness, he seriously said, "Ice cream is a divine item from ancient times; naturally, it cannot be made so casually!"
"It’s getting late. Su Mou shall take his leave now!"
"After the Ascension Platform event, Su Mou will definitely make it for the Saintess."
"..."
Saying so, he tried to sneak away.
Key Smoke casually waved her hand without looking at him and lay down on her bed, leaving Su Bei with only a view of her graceful side profile.
"The Saintess is somewhat tired..."
In her dreams, he had unintentionally drawn out illusions that didn’t belong to her, illusions she, however, could never bring to reality. His interruption had finally brought much peace to her troubled heart. He was a Supreme Yang Body, and she was destined not to have any significant interaction with him. Besides, Ji Nanjue was her disciple. If she truly tried to grasp that unrealistic thread from the Illusion World, what would become of it? Would she really fight with her disciple over a man? His appearance merely added some interest to her life, far from becoming a Heart Demon.
Su Bei smiled awkwardly, somehow feeling the atmosphere had noticeably changed. Had he said something wrong?
"Then, Su Mou shall take his leave."
"May the Saintess rest well."
Saying this, he left her boudoir.
Key Smoke turned, her gaze complex as she watched his retreating figure. Then, she picked up the novel from the low table and began flipping through it, appearing restless. At one point, she slammed the book down on the low table so hard that several pages she particularly disliked fluttered to the floor as she muttered to herself, "Another harem romance novel."
"Do these authors know nothing other than writing about harems!?"
"..."
A blush crept onto her cheeks as if reminded of something. The flickering candlelight made her face glow even redder, like an evening sky.
Clenching her teeth and frowning, she wasn’t sure if her anger was directed at the author or the storyline:
"He even accepted a master-disciple pair?"
"This is utterly absurd."
"..."
As she spoke, a barely audible set of footsteps approached from outside the door. Her eyes shifted towards it.
A handsome man wearing a black, gold-embroidered Dragon Robe and a hero’s crown strolled in.
His beautiful phoenix eyes showed a keen interest as he examined the woman on the bed, his lips curving slightly as he said, "I knew I’d find you lying here."
His gaze seemed ponderous as he looked at the pages of the novel that she had slapped off the table.
"What’s wrong? Who are you mad at?"
"What’s this about accepting a master-disciple pair? What absurdity?"
"..."
Bending down as he spoke, he picked up the scattered pages, reading from one aloud:
"The Immortal’s body tensed, then began to tremble slightly as she hurriedly pushed the hand from her chest, glancing down."
"—The chastity mark that had accompanied her for over a decade, meant to stay with her for life, was gone..."
"..."
Ji Nanjue’s expression turned odd as he read. His eyes widened, and his voice grew faint as he continued, reading aloud:
"In a panic, the Immortal picked up her clothes to shield herself, kicking the man with whom she had just been embracing in sleep, her voice trembling with anger as she scolded, ’Wretched disciple! You... How could you...’"
"..."
The pages remained in his hand.
—And then Key Smoke and Ji Nanjue stared at each other, eyes wide.
Key Smoke stood up. Ignoring the flutter of her silk nightgown, she snatched the pages from Ji Nanjue’s hand and coughed lightly. She tried to draw on the dignity she had cultivated over many years as his master, but the combination of her attire and her current expression was rather incongruous.
"Wretched disciple, what are you doing here!?"
Ji Nanjue sat down opposite her. He was thoroughly familiar with her temperament, so he understood her almost murderous glance. He picked up a piece of candied fruit, put it in his mouth, and said, "Master, do you still have any Immortal Fate Grass?"
"..."
At Ji Nanjue’s words, Key Smoke paused, then raised her eyebrows.
"No."
"..."
"Is there any Immortal Fate Grass near Wu City then?"
Seeing Ji Nanjue’s dead-serious demeanor, Key Smoke sat up straight, seizing his wrist to gauge his physical condition, her expression perplexed.
"That’s not right. Didn’t you just take an Immortal Fate Pill a few months ago?"
"Why has its effect worn off so quickly?"
"Where would I get Immortal Fate Grass?"
Ji Nanjue was also clueless. When he realized he could no longer hide certain... traits, he had rushed here immediately. He urgently needed a batch of Immortal Fate Pills to suppress what was burgeoning within him. Internally, he was in utter disarray; this was something that had never happened to him before.
Key Smoke, however, looked at him meaningfully, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. Immortal Fate Grass... it contains the character for ’fate,’ doesn’t it?
"It might be related to what you’ve been contemplating lately..." she said.
Her statement was ambiguous, but upon hearing it, Ji Nanjue’s cheeks instantly reddened.