All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 498 295_2

If only I were really a man...
...
The glow of the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Gently wiping the two swords in the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a fresh Qi flowing through his body, murmuring to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had some way to go in terms of control.
All the myriad laws of the world are derived from the same origin. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought that elusive immortality. Only those cultivators who have achieved "lesser immortality" truly deserve the title of "Immortal," marking the initial steps towards "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although there isn't anything as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, one must cultivate a Sword Spirit to reach the pinnacle of cultivation. This Sword Spirit must belong to oneself.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, completely opening his Dantian Knowledge Sea. His soul dissipated, merging with the heaven and earth around him, and he saw himself sitting cross-legged.
His soul entwined around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body.
Touching the sword again, he could feel it was a few degrees more intimate than just a moment ago.
Satisfied with this scene, Su Bei nodded approvingly, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork onto it, and began roasting it over the fire. "The sword is well-nurtured."
Missing Departure: "..."
The Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in light mist.
Footsteps quietly approached from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, one could faintly see a familiar wisp of white gauze.
The sky was moonless, casting a dim pallor over everything.
Su Bei's lips curved into an arc. Without even looking, he abruptly embraced the woman at her waist and laughed, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"
"Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
In the midst of their conversation... their excitement began to gradually rise.
Pressing down upon her, his breath brushed against her ear... his touch followed the curves of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes widened in shock, her mind a blank slate, as Su Bei pulled her closer with ease.
Feeling his skilled hands caressing her body, she was momentarily unable to think.
Having just bathed, her body carried a lingering fragrance, an enchanting atmosphere enveloping the Daoist Temple.
Her face began to bloom with a rosy flush, though whether it was due to the embarrassing movements or because his large hand grasped her wrist was uncertain.
Su Bei's brow furrowed slightly as he too began to realize that something was amiss. Surely Ji Baoer should be more... and not have such a green and inexperienced feeling. He could even sense the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master."
Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, her small hands frantically pushing against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I am not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her voice carried a tinge of grievance as she turned her body away and bit her lip.
Su Bei was momentarily stunned, leaning down to gaze at the woman before him in disbelief.
What kind of beastly thing had I done?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her small head, but fearing that such a gesture might be misunderstood, his large hand froze mid-air. He swallowed hard and said, "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you..."
"You are wearing your mistress's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her facial expression unclear.
"Master... could you please get off first."
"..."
Su Bei offered her an awkward smile and then gently got up. He touched his nose, and after some thought, spoke up, "Your master truly didn't know..." He then grabbed her delicate wrist, attempting to pull her up.
The flickering fire cast its light on the faces of the two individuals, each lost in their thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's crystal-clear face, a surge of impulse rose within him, and his heart unexpectedly began to beat faster.
Compared to Nan Ji, his movements a moment ago were undeniably bold, and the sensation Li Zijun imparted was vastly different.
But that gentle yet somewhat elusive distance prompted an odd feeling in him.
Seemingly forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei still raised his hand, extending two fingers tentatively towards Li Zijun's face.
He hesitated for a moment but eventually made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her brilliant eyes like stars. She struggled, creating a small gap between them, but did not react as violently this time. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.
Smooth and warm, like jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like teardrops slide from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing paths 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 exquisitely beautiful face.
With two fingers, he softly wiped away her tears and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"Master..."
Li Zijun's eyes were fixed on Su Bei, filled with tears.
She didn't know why she was crying.
Was it because of his offense?
Or was it because there would never be a future between them?
Seeing that momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to make.
Helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water."
Li Zijun gently tilted her head up. A faint smile appeared on her lips, concealing the last tear in her eyes as she said, "I don't blame Master."
"The dress was given to me by Sister Nan Ji, so Master mistook me for someone else."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just arisen. Why were the disciples I take in so strange? Each one seemed as if they had shared an eternity with me, always a feeling of indescribable emotion entangled within.
At that moment, the door opened.
Dressed in another set of clothes, Ji Nanjue entered, then looked around with a curious expression.
She sat down barefoot next to Su Bei, wiping still-wet droplets from her skin.
A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me by now. 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 held Ji Nanjue in his arms.
In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head back and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.
I've just thought about so many things, Ji Nanjue mused. I know the road ahead will be long and tough. The world is indifferent, which will make our journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility fills me with satisfaction.
Gradually, her mindset began to change.
—Seek not for every morning and evening; be grateful for the moments had.
"It's nothing."
"It's late. We should sleep..."
Su Bei stroked her hair.
Ji Nanjue got up and took Li Zijun's distracted hand. She carefully looked at her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded, saying, "Zi Jun wears this dress quite well..."
Li Zijun's face flushed red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning a cold tone, "As punishment, you sleep outside tonight. I will sleep cuddling with Zi Jun."
"Is that okay with you, 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, a touch of guilt in her voice, "That doesn't seem right... It looks like it's going to rain outside."
Nan Ji is just finding an excuse for me, Su Bei realized. She must have noticed the awkwardness from earlier.
His heart warmed as he looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll just go outside..."
Just then, the sound of faint footsteps came from not far away.
The sudden sound made everyone frown slightly. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could be out walking this late at night?"
"..."