All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 490 - Two Hundred and Ninety-one_2

Chapter 490: Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-one_2
If only I were really a man...
「...」
The pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple glowed dully.
With gentle strokes, Su Bei carefully wiped the two swords within the Sword Box, feeling the fresh flow of energy coursing through his body, and he murmured to himself, "Swords must be nourished."
Wielding the Qingping Sword had become second nature to him. However, when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to learn in terms of control.
In this world, myriad methods and changes ultimately adhered to fundamental principles. What countless cultivators sought was the great longevity of immortality.
Cultivators who achieved lesser immortality were truly worthy of the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nourished the person, and the person nourished the sword. Although the idea of becoming one with the sword might seem exaggerated, reaching the pinnacle of cultivation would at least require nurturing a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of one’s own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, his soul drifting out and merging with the surrounding heaven and earth, allowing him to see himself seated in meditation.
His soul wound around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body.
Touching the sword again, he could feel an increased closeness compared to just a moment ago.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and roasted it over the fire, "The sword is well-nourished."
Missing Departure: "..."
「Flower Bright Moon cast a light mist.」
Footsteps approached gently from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, he could vaguely make out a familiar veil of white.
The sky was moonless, and everything around seemed somewhat dim.
A curve formed on Su Bei’s lips. Without looking, he wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist and pulled her into an embrace, laughing as he spoke, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"
"Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke... his exploration began, gradually ascending.
Pressed against her, he traced the edge of her ear... following the undulating curves of her body.
Li Zijun’s eyes widened in shock, her mind blank, as Su Bei effortlessly pulled her closer.
Feeling his experienced hands caressing her, she found herself unable to think.
She had just bathed, and her body was still fragrant. A beautiful atmosphere enveloped the Daoist Temple’s interior.
Her cheeks turned rosy. It was unclear if this was due to her own awkward movements or because her wrist was held firmly in his grasp.
Su Bei frowned slightly, slowly realizing that something wasn’t quite right.
Ji Baoer’s body should feel more... mature, not this naive tenderness. He could almost sense the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master..."
Finally regaining her senses from the shock, Li Zijun’s hands fluttered anxiously to push against Su Bei, her voice tense, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... I’m Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her words carried a hint of hurt. She turned her body aside, looked away, and bit her lip.
Su Bei was instantly taken aback, leaning forward to stare blankly at the woman before him.
What kind of beastly thing have I just done?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head but feared the gesture might be misconstrued. His hand hovered in mid-air. He swallowed nervously, "Disciple, your Master didn’t realize it was you..."
"You were wearing your master’s wife’s clothes, and the firelight was dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a low reply, her expression hidden.
"Master... could you please get off?"
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile and then gently stood up, touching his nose. After a moment of thought, he said, "Your Master truly had no idea..."
With that, he grabbed her delicate wrist, intending to help her to her feet.
The firelight brightened and dimmed, casting its glow on the faces of the two, each filled with unspoken thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei gazed upon Li Zijun’s lustrous, jade-like face, an impulse surged within him, and his heart began to beat faster.
Compared to Nan Ji, his actions with Li Zijun moments before had been undeniably bold, yet her reaction and touch were vastly different.
However, her gentle yet faint sense of distance stirred a strange feeling within Su Bei.
Seemingly forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand. He cautiously extended two fingers, sliding them across Li Zijun’s face.
He paused momentarily but eventually made contact with her silky smooth cheek.
Li Zijun’s body trembled slightly, her bright eyes shining like stars. She struggled slightly, creating a small gap between them, but this time, she did not react violently. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to caress her beautiful face with his fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw, from the corner of Li Zijun’s eyes, pearl-like tears sliding down her snow-white cheeks.
The flickering firelight reflected two tear stains.
Su Bei’s hand paused. He then gently slid it to Li Zijun’s tender chin, lifting her face to gaze into her stunningly beautiful face.
With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears, softly saying, "I’m sorry."
"As your Master..."
Li Zijun’s eyes looked at Su Bei, filled with tears.
She didn’t know why she was crying. Was it because of his transgression? Or was it because there could never be a future between them?
Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn’t know what expression to make.
Was it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, moons on the water."
Li Zijun gently raised her head. A faint smile curled her lips as she hid the last tear in the corner of her eye, "Disciple does not blame Master."
"Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress; that’s why Master mistook me."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just surged within him.
Why were all the disciples he had taken in so strange? Each one seemed as if they had lived through long years with him, and there was always an indescribable emotion involved.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, having changed into different clothes, walked in. She looked around with a bemused expression.
She sat barefoot beside Su Bei and began to wipe off the lingering water droplets from her skin.
A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.
Normally, he would pounce on me at times like this. 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, then held Ji Nanjue in his arms.
In Su Bei’s embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a mix of complex emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed him on the lips.
She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and difficult. The world was heartless, and it would always make their path exceedingly challenging. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of peace brought a measure of satisfaction to her heart.
Gradually, her mindset began to shift.
Not seeking to be together day and night, but cherishing that we once had this.
"It’s nothing."
"It’s late; we should get some sleep..."
Su Bei touched her hair.
Ji Nanjue stood up. She took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand and carefully examined the dress—her own dress—that Li Zijun was wearing, then nodded, "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite good on you..."
Li Zijun’s face turned bright red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coolly, "For your punishment, you’ll sleep outside tonight. I’ll sleep with Zi Jun."
"How about it, Zi Jun?"
She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun was taken aback. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "That doesn’t seem right... It looks like it’s going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew, of course, that Nan Ji was giving him a way out. She must have noticed the earlier awkwardness.
A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue, "I’ll go outside then..."
Just then, faint footsteps were heard nearby.
The sudden sound made them all frown. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could be walking around this late at night?"
"..."