All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 472 - 282 (Test anti-theft, refresh at 10 am tomorrow)_2

Chapter 472: Chapter 282 (Test anti-theft, refresh at 10 am tomorrow)_2
"If only I were really a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the fresh Qi circulating throughout his body, and murmured to himself, "Swords need to be nourished."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but his control over the Missing Departure was still lacking significantly.
All the myriad laws of the world did not deviate from their origin; what countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was still the great longevity that defied death. Only cultivators who achieved minor longevity truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having taken an initial step in "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. Although it wasn’t as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one had to at least cultivate a Sword Spirit—one’s own Sword Spirit.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, his soul drifting out to merge with the surrounding heaven and earth. In this state, he saw himself seated cross-legged. His soul twined around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body. Upon touching the sword again, he felt a greater intimacy with it than before.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and began to roast it over the fire. "The sword is well-nourished."
Missing Departure: "..."
「The Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in a faint mist.」
Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze was barely discernible. The sky was moonless, and everything around was somewhat dim.
A smile touched Su Bei’s lips. Without looking, he swept the woman into his arms and laughed, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke... things gradually began to escalate. Pressed against her, he brushed against her ear, his touch following the contours of her body. Li Zijun’s eyes widened, her mind blank as Su Bei easily pulled her close. Feeling his large hands expertly moving over her, she couldn’t think for a moment. She had just bathed and still carried a delicate fragrance, an amorous atmosphere filling the Daoist Temple. Her face gradually flushed, though it was unclear whether it was from the awkwardness of her situation or from his large hand clutching her wrist.
Su Bei frowned, gradually realizing something was off.
Clearly, Ji Baoer’s figure was more... ample, and she didn’t feel this inexperienced;
he could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master." Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock, her small hands pushing frantically against Su Bei as she said nervously, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... I’m Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her voice carried a hint of grievance. She turned her body to the side, looking away and biting her lip.
Su Bei was suddenly taken aback. He leaned down, staring blankly at the woman before him.
Had I just done something utterly despicable?
The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but he feared the gesture might be misunderstood. His hand froze mid-air as he swallowed and said, "Disciple, your teacher didn’t know it was you... You’re wearing your teacher’s wife’s clothes, and the firelight is dim..."
Li Zijun lowered her head and mumbled a reply, her expression unclear.
"Master... could you please get off first."
"..."
Su Bei smiled at her awkwardly, then carefully got up. He touched his nose and, after some thought, said, "Your teacher truly didn’t know..." As he spoke, he grabbed her snowy wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.
The firelight flickered, casting shadows on the faces of the two, each lost in their own thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun’s delicate, jade-like face, a sudden impulse rose in his heart, and it began to race. Compared to Nan Ji, his earlier actions had been quite bold, yet the sensation Li Zijun gave him was starkly different. It was her gentle yet subtly distant demeanor that evoked a strange feeling in Su Bei.
Seeming to forget the previous awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand. Extending two fingers, he tentatively slid them over Li Zijun’s face, hesitating for a moment before finally touching her smooth, jade-like cheek. Li Zijun’s delicate frame shivered slightly. Her eyes, bright as stars, fluttered open slightly. This time, however, she did not react vehemently but closed them again, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw tears like pearls escape the corners of Li Zijun’s eyes and slide down her snowy cheeks. The flickering firelight reflected the two tear streaks. Su Bei’s hand paused, then gently glided to Li Zijun’s delicate chin, lifting it so he could gaze at her stunning face. With two fingers, he tenderly wiped away her tears and said softly, "I’m sorry. Master..."
Li Zijun’s eyes were fixed on Su Bei, brimming with tears.
Why am I even crying?
she wondered.
Is it because of his offense? Or because our relationship is doomed? Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, what expression should I even make? Helplessness?
Li Zijun lifted her head gently, a faint smile playing on her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Flowers in a mirror, the moon on the water," she said softly. "I don’t blame you, Master. Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress; that’s why you mistook me for someone else."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, suppressing the dreadful thoughts that had just stirred within him.
Why are all the disciples I take in so strange?
he mused.
Each one seems to share a long history with me, and there’s always this sense of indescribable emotions involved.
Just then, the door opened. Ji Nanjue, having changed her clothes, walked in and looked around with an odd expression. She sat down barefoot beside Su Bei, wiping the lingering moisture from her skin. A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.
Normally, he would have pounced on me,
she thought.
Why is he so calm today? What happened between them while I was away? The atmosphere is so odd.
"Husband, what’s wrong? You seem distracted?"
Su Bei smiled at her and then took Ji Nanjue into his arms. In his embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex array of emotions from him. She tilted her head up and kissed his lips lightly. She had been thinking about many things. She knew the journey ahead would be long and arduous; the world was heartless, always making their path extraordinarily difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility brought her a sense of contentment. Gradually, her mindset shifted.
—I seek not to be together always, but I cherish what we once had.
"It’s nothing." Su Bei stroked her hair. "It’s late; we should sleep..."
Ji Nanjue stood up and took the distracted Li Zijun’s hand. She examined the clothes Li Zijun was wearing and nodded, saying, "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."
Li Zijun’s face flushed red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coolly, "To punish you, you’ll sleep outside tonight. I’ll cuddle with Zi Jun. How about it, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun froze for a moment. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "That doesn’t seem right... It’s going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness. His heart warmed as he looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I’ll just go outside..."
Just then, faint footsteps were suddenly heard nearby. The unexpected sound made everyone frown, and Su Bei asked in confusion, "Who could be out walking at this late hour?"
"..."