All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 492 - Two Hundred and Ninety-two_2

Chapter 492: Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-two_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 stream of qi flowing through his body, and muttered to himself, "The sword must be nurtured."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but his control over Missing Departure still fell short.
All the myriad techniques of the world did not stray from their roots; countless cultivators since ancient times had sought the great immortality that would prevent death. Only a cultivator who had achieved minor immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having begun "achieving Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. Though not to the exaggerated extent of becoming one with the sword, if one sought to reach the ultimate end of cultivation, they had to, at the very least, cultivate their own Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of their own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, and his soul drifted out, merging with the surrounding heaven and earth. He then saw himself seated in meditation.
His soul wound around the Missing Departure sword once, then returned to his body.
Touching the sword again, he could feel it was a few degrees more familiar than just a moment before.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and roasted it over the fire, remarking, "The sword has been well nurtured."
Missing Departure: "..."
Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in faint mist.
Footsteps softly approached from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar streak of white gauze was barely visible.
With no moon in the sky, everything around was somewhat dim.
A smile curved Su Bei’s lips. Without looking, he swept the woman into his embrace and laughed, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke... his desire began to rise gradually.
Pressing against her, he caressed her ear... following the undulating curves of her body.
Li Zijun’s eyes were wide, her mind blank as Su Bei pulled her over. Feeling his experienced hands caressing her body left her unable to think for a moment.
She had just taken a bath and carried its scent on her skin. A romantic atmosphere lingered inside the Daoist Temple. Her face gradually flushed, but it was unclear if it was due to the embarrassing situation or the wrist held tightly in his hand.
Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to realize something was amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer should be more... and she wouldn’t have such an inexperienced feeling. It also seemed as if the woman beneath him was trembling.
"Ma... Master," Li Zijun finally regained her senses from the shock, her small hands frantically pushing against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her voice carried a hint of grievance as she turned her body aside and bit her lip.
Su Bei froze, looking down dumbfounded at the woman before him.
What inhuman thing had he done?
The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but was afraid she would misunderstand. His hand hesitated mid-air, and he swallowed hard. "Disciple, your master didn’t know it was you... You were wearing your mistress’s clothes, and the firelight was dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a low reply, her facial expression indistinct.
"Master... could you please get off first."
"..."
Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, then gently stood up, touched his nose, and after a moment, said, "Your master truly didn’t know..."
As he spoke, he grabbed her slender wrist, trying to pull her up.
The firelight flickered, casting shadows on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.
Su Bei wasn’t sure why, but looking at Li Zijun’s jade-like, clear face, he felt a sudden urge, and his heart began to race. Compared with Nan Ji, the intensity of his prior actions had been undeniably strong. The feeling Li Zijun gave him was quite different. But it was her delicate yet faintly distant warmth that stirred a strange sensation in Su Bei.
As if forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei lifted his hand and reached out two fingers, tentatively sliding them towards Li Zijun’s face. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, his fingers touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun’s delicate body shivered slightly, her intelligent eyes like shining stars. She created a slight distance but, this time, didn’t react violently. She closed her eyes, letting Su Bei gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.
Warm and smooth like jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears slide down from the corners of Li Zijun’s eyes, trailing over her snow-white cheeks. The flickering firelight reflected two streaks of tears.
Su Bei’s hand froze, then gently slid to Li Zijun’s rosy chin, lifting it to gaze upon her stunning face. His two fingers gently wiped away her tears as he softly said, "I’m sorry. I, your master..."
Li Zijun’s eyes, filled with tears, looked at Su Bei.
Why was she crying? Was it because of his offense? Or because there was no possible future for them?
Seeing that momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn’t know what expression to make.
Helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water." Li Zijun slightly lifted her head, a faint smile gracing her lips as she hid the last tear in her eyes. "Your disciple doesn’t blame you, Master. Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress, which is why you mistook me for someone else."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile and suppressed the terrifying thought that had just flashed through his mind.
Why were all the disciples he took on so odd? Each one seemed as if they had shared long years with him, always with an indescribable feeling intertwined between them.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue walked in, wearing different clothes, and looked around with a quizzical expression. Barefoot, she sat beside Su Bei, wiping away the still-damp droplets on her skin. A hint of confusion flickered in her eyes.
Usually, he would have pounced on her by now. Why was he so calm today? What happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.
"Husband, what’s wrong? You seem distracted."
Su Bei smiled at her and then embraced Ji Nanjue. In Su Bei’s arms, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense a complex mix of emotions. She looked up and kissed him on the lips.
She had been thinking about so much. She knew their path ahead would be long and arduous; the world’s heartlessness would make their journey extraordinarily difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility made her feel somewhat contented. Her mindset was gradually beginning to change.
Not hoping for day and night together, but grateful for what once was.
"It’s nothing." Su Bei stroked her hair. "It’s late; time for bed..."
Ji Nanjue stood up, took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand, and examined the dress carefully, nodding. "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite fitting on you..."
Li Zijun’s face flushed red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with feigned coldness, "As punishment, you’ll sleep outside tonight. I’ll sleep with Zi Jun in my arms. What do you say, 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’s not very good... It looks like it’s going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness. He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue. "I’ll go outside then..."
Right at that moment, faint footsteps came from not far away.
「...」
The sudden sound made everyone frown instantly. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?"
"..."