It seed he finally understood why so many stunning beauties were lingering around him.
Su Bei stood up and looked at the woman in front of him.
He sighed softly, but his expression was very serious, "Nan Ji."
Ji Nanjue looked at him, not knowing why his expression had beco so solemn.
Her phoenix eyes swirled, one hand gently covering her waist, which was still in discomfort. She glared at him, "You’ve had all the advantages, why the sigh?"
"You still feel wronged?" Su Bei smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, propping up his head with one hand on the table. He didn’t say a word, just allowing his smile to grow wider.
After a long while, he whispered in her ear, "I will make you fall for !"
These words were his true feelings. He didn’t want their relationship to be... well, how should he put it, using a very professional modern term... friends with benefits! And wasn’t their current relationship precisely that? He wanted to enter her heart.
Ji Nanjue was silent for a mont, then kissed his face and softly said, "I am very traditional."
"Perhaps, you have already succeeded halfway..."
As her words fell, she turned and disappeared into the sky, as if fleeing, leaving only a trail of fragrance in the air.
Su Bei touched the hot spot on his cheek and silently watched Nan Ji disappear, a smile spreading across his lips.
He dressed himself, adjusting the Azure Crown on his head.
Stepping off the small boat, he gazed at his own reflection on the surface of the river.
A gust of wind blew by, lifting the broad sleeves of Su Bei’s robe. The Sword Scabbard was strapped to his back. In his eyes, there was a touch of reluctance, like mist hovering over a bright lake.
He muttered to himself softly, "If it weren’t for my appearance at Dongting Stream, Nan Ji’s fate would have been unimaginable. Her injury..."
He had co here because of Ji Nanjue.
A shiver of lingering fear went through him. Then his thoughts returned to Ji Nanjue, and the guilt in his heart deepened.
Brother Ji, now things are settled, I’ve even beco your brother-in-law... And there’s Queen Lin’s bellyband...
Just as he felt utterly sinful and wanted to show Brother Ji his sincere heart, he suddenly noticed the river water beneath the boat start to boil.
GURGLE GURGLE GURGLE— Bubbles were constantly forming.
Su Bei’s eyes instantly grew sharp. He placed the Sword Scabbard on the boat and stared at the whirlpool that had suddenly ford beneath the river’s surface.
Why is the river boiling like this!? What was placed down below??
Swallowing hard, Su Bei took a deep breath, and then he dived into the river.
Calming his breath, he swam steadily forward, and at last he found a cave aglow with light.
It appeared that the battle between Shangguan Wendao and that sinister man had pushed back all the water on the river’s surface. This caused the rocks covering the cave to shatter.
A huge crack had appeared before Su Bei.
The scalding heat was unbearable for ordinary people. But a strange sensation suddenly registered with Su Bei. This heat, it felt like sothing he had experienced on his own body before.
Could this be his opportunity?! Jumping into a river and encountering a chance? How was this any different from that ti he incited his prodigal disciple to jump off a cliff?
Yet, with the treasure right before his eyes, an intense desire welled up in Su Bei. Steeling his resolve, he swam into the crevice.
GURGLE. GURGLE.
The closer he got, the more he could feel the bubbling within.
If it weren’t for my so-called Supre Yang Body, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to withstand such high temperatures!...
Swimming to the deepest part, at last, Su Bei found the source of the burning heat.
Strands of fla flickered at the bottom of the river, unextinguished.
It was a crystal-clear lotus seat, on which was condensed sothing resembling a lotus root pod.
About two inches long, it was made up of small lotus bulb spheres connected in sequence, each progressively smaller towards the top, growing larger downward, with the largest no bigger than a grape.
Indescribable...
Su Bei’s face held a peculiar expression. This thing, however he looked at it, resembled an item he had often seen in the ’study material’ folder of his previous life.
COUGH. COUGH.
This divine object... is quite improper...
Su Bei coughed sowhat guiltily, then picked it up in his hand.
An instant searing sensation passed through Su Bei’s body.
Supre Yang! This was an object of Supre Yang!
The Supre Yang Lotus Flower had borne the Supre Yang Lotus Root.
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