All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 470 - 281: Not Seeking Every Morning and Evening, Just Cherishing That It Was Once Possessed._2

Chapter 470: Chapter 281: Not Seeking Every Morning and Evening, Just Cherishing That It Was Once Possessed._2
"If only I were truly a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently cleaned the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a new stream of energy flowing through his body, and muttered to himself, "Swords need nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but with the Missing Departure, his control was still somewhat lacking.
In this world, all techniques and changes do not stray from their origins; what countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is that eternal life that can defy death.
Only a cultivator who has achieved minor eternal life truly deserves the title of ’Immortal,’ marking the initial step in ’Achieving Dao.’ For a Sword Cultivator, however, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While merging with the sword to become one isn’t as exaggerated as some claim, if one desires to reach the pinnacle of a cultivator’s path, at the very least, one must cultivate a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened fully, his soul drifting out to merge with the surrounding world. He then saw himself sitting cross-legged.
His soul coiled around Missing Departure once before returning to his body.
Touching the sword again, he could feel a slight increase in intimacy compared to a moment ago.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork with it, and roasted it over the fire. "The sword has been well nurtured."
Missing Departure: "..."
The flowers were bright, the moon dim, and a light mist veiled everything.
Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei. Through the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could be vaguely discerned.
With no moon in the sky, everything around was somewhat dim.
A smile touched Su Bei’s lips. Without looking, he reached out, pulled the approaching woman into his arms by her waist, and laughed, "Why did Ji Baoer come back alone?"
"Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke... the tension between them mounted.
Pressing down on her, his warm breath caressed her ear... his body moving with the curves of hers.
Li Zijun’s eyes were wide with shock, her mind a blank slate as Su Bei suddenly pulled her into his embrace.
Feeling his experienced hands boldly exploring her body, she found herself unable to think.
She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, and an intoxicating atmosphere enveloped the Daoist Temple.
Her face gradually flushed, though it was unclear if it was from the compromising position she found herself in, or from his firm grip on her wrist.
Su Bei frowned slightly, also gradually registering that something was amiss.
Ji Baoer’s figure should be more generous... and she wouldn’t feel this inexperienced. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master."
Li Zijun finally regained her composure from the shock, her small hands pushing at Su Bei anxiously as she said, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... I’m Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her words carried a hint of grievance as she turned her head away and bit her lip.
Su Bei was momentarily stunned, gazing down at the woman before him.
What had he done, acting no better than a beast?
The atmosphere turned a little awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but fearing she might misunderstand, his hand froze midair. He swallowed. "Disciple, your master didn’t know it was you..."
"You are wearing your master’s wife’s clothes, and the firelight is dim..."
Li Zijun responded with a muffled voice, her head lowered, her expression unclear.
"Master... Could you please get off?"
"..."
Awkwardly smiling at her, Su Bei then gently stood up, touched his nose, and after some thought said, "Your master truly didn’t know..."
With that, he grasped her wrist, intending to help her to her feet.
The firelight flickered on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun’s clear, jade-like face, a sudden impulse surged within him, and his heart inexplicably began to beat faster.
Compared to Nan Ji, the boldness of his actions just now towards Li Zijun had been quite significant, yet the feeling she gave was distinctly different.
However, that gentle yet seemingly indifferent distance had aroused in Su Bei a strange emotion.
Seemingly forgetting the prior embarrassment, Su Bei still lifted his hand and reached out two fingers tentatively towards Li Zijun’s face.
He hesitated momentarily but eventually touched her smooth cheek.
Li Zijun’s delicate body shivered slightly. Her bright eyes, like stars, widened as she created some space between them. This time, she didn’t react fiercely but closed her eyes, letting Su Bei gently caress her beautiful face with his fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like teardrops escaping from the corners of Li Zijun’s eyes, sliding down her snow-white cheeks.
The flickering firelight reflected two trails of tears.
Su Bei’s hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun’s tender chin, lifting it to gaze at her stunningly beautiful face.
His two fingers gently wiped away her tears as he said softly, "I’m sorry."
"Master..."
Li Zijun looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.
She didn’t even know why the tears were flowing. Was it because of his offense? Or was it because something between them was destined to never be?
Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn’t know what kind of expression to make.
Was it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water."
Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a hint of a smile forming on her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Disciple doesn’t blame you, Master."
"Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress; that’s why you misidentified me."
"..."
Su Bei smiled sheepishly at her, suppressing the terrifying thoughts that had surged within him a moment ago.
Why were all the disciples he took in so strange? Each one seemed as if they had shared long years with him, as if there were some indescribable emotions between them.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in different attire, walked in, then looked around with an odd expression.
Barefoot, she sat beside Su Bei, wiping lingering water droplets from her skin.
A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her by now, so why was he so composed today? What had happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.
"Husband, what’s wrong? You seem distant."
Su Bei smiled at her, then hugged Ji Nanjue.
In Su Bei’s arms, Ji Nanjue felt a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of Su Bei’s mouth. She had been thinking a lot just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous, and the ways of the world unfeeling, which would make their journey together exceedingly difficult. But to enjoy this moment of peace was enough to satisfy her heart. Slowly, her mindset began to change. — Do not ask for forever; just cherish having had.
"It’s nothing."
"It’s late; we should sleep..." Su Bei stroked her hair.
Ji Nanjue stood up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun by the hand. Carefully examining the dress on her, she nodded. "This dress suits you well, Zi Jun..."
Li Zijun blushed.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning coldness, "As a punishment, you’ll sleep outside tonight, and I’ll sleep hugging Zi Jun."
"How about that, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun faltered, looking from Su Bei to Ji Nanjue beside her, and said sympathetically, "That doesn’t seem right... It’s going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him a way out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness.
He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue. "I’ll just go outside then..."
At that moment, the faint sound of footsteps came from nearby.
The unexpected noise caused everyone’s brows to furrow for an instant, and Su Bei said with some confusion, "Who could be walking around this late at night?"
"..."