All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 531 - Three Hundred and Twelve_2

Chapter 531: Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve_2
If only I really were a man...
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The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim. Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. He felt a new flow of Qi coursing through his entire body and muttered to himself.
Swords need to be nourished.
The Qingping Sword had already become second nature to him, but his control over the Missing Departure still left much to be desired.
All the countless methods under heaven never strayed from their roots. What numerous cultivators sought after was still that great longevity that could defy death. A cultivator who achieved minor longevity truly deserved the title of ’Immortal,’ having taken the first step in ’Achieving Dao.’ For Sword Cultivators, while there was no such exaggeration as becoming one with the sword, one had to at least nourish a Sword Spirit to reach the end of the cultivator’s path.
A Sword Spirit of their own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, and his soul drifted out, merging with the surrounding heaven and earth. He then saw himself seated in meditation. His soul wrapped around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body.
Touching the sword again, he could feel a more intimate connection than before.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and began roasting it over the fire.
The sword is being well nourished,
he thought.
Missing Departure: "..."
「Flower Bright Moon shrouded in a faint mist.」
Footsteps approached lightly from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could faintly be discerned. The sky was moonless, and everything around was somewhat dim.
Su Bei’s lips curved into a smile. Without looking, he easily scooped the woman into his embrace, laughing, "How come Ji Baoer is back by herself? Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
As he spoke, his hand was already inching towards... Pressing down on her, he nuzzled her ear, his body molding to her curves.
Li Zijun’s eyes widened, her mind blank as Su Bei effortlessly pulled her close. Feeling his adept hands exploring her body, she found herself unable to think for a moment.
Having just bathed, she still carried a fragrant scent, an intimate atmosphere filling the Daoist Temple. Her complexion gradually turned rosy, though it was unclear if it was due to her embarrassing position or because of the wrist held firmly in his hand.
Su Bei furrowed his brows, gradually realizing something was amiss.
Surely Ji Baoer’s figure here should be more developed... and not have such a youthful feel.
He could also feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master."
Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock. Her small hands frantically pushed against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... I’m Zi Jun..."
There was a hint of grievance in her voice. She turned her head away, biting her lip.
Su Bei was momentarily stunned. He leaned down, staring blankly at the woman before him.
What beastly act had he just committed?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei reached out to pat her head comfortingly but hesitated, fearing his gesture might be misunderstood. His hand hovered mid-air as he gulped. "Disciple, I didn’t realize it was you... You were wearing your mistress’s clothes, and the firelight was dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a low acknowledgment, her expression hidden in the dim light.
"Master... could you get off me first?"
Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her and then gently got up. He touched his nose, thought for a moment, and said, "I really didn’t know..."
Saying so, he grabbed her delicate wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.
The flickering firelight danced on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts. For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun’s jade-like face, a surge of unfamiliar emotion rose within him, and his heart began to beat faster. Compared to Nan Ji, his actions with Li Zijun just moments before had been quite bold, and the sensation she gave him was vastly different. Yet, her gentleness, tinged with an almost imperceptible distance, evoked a strange feeling in Su Bei.
As if forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again. He extended two fingers, tentatively gliding them towards Li Zijun’s face. He hesitated for a moment before finally touching her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun’s delicate body trembled slightly. Her eyes, though initially closed, flickered open to reveal a starry gaze before she closed them again, not pushing him away this time. She allowed Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.
Gentle and smooth as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears slide from the corners of Li Zijun’s eyes, tracing paths down her snowy-white cheeks. The wavering firelight reflected two tear-streaked traces.
Su Bei’s hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun’s soft chin. He tilted her face up, gazing at her stunning beauty. With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I’m sorry. I..."
Li Zijun looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.
Why am I crying?
she wondered.
Is it because of his offense? Or because there can never be anything between us?
Seeing the momentary bewilderment in his eyes, Li Zijun didn’t know what expression to wear.
Helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, moon on the water." Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a smile gracing her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn’t blame you, Master. Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress. That’s why you mistook me for her, Master."
Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the unsettling thoughts that had surged within him moments before.
Why are all the disciples I take in so strange? Each one feels as if they’ve spent countless years with me, and there’s always this indescribable emotion involved.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, having changed into another outfit, walked in. She glanced around with a peculiar expression at the scene before her. Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei, wiping lingering water droplets from her skin.
A flicker of confusion crossed her mind. Normally, he would have lunged at me by now. Why is he so calm today? What happened between these two while I was away? The atmosphere is so odd.
"Husband, what’s wrong? You seem distracted," Ji Nanjue asked.
Su Bei smiled at her and pulled her into an embrace.
In Su Bei’s embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head back and kissed the corner of his mouth.
I’ve been thinking so much,
she mused.
The road ahead is long and arduous. The world is heartless, and it will always make our path incredibly difficult. But being able to enjoy this moment of peace... it’s deeply satisfying.
Her perspective had subtly shifted.
I don’t seek an eternity together, only to cherish the moments we’ve 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 eyed the dress Li Zijun was wearing—her own dress—and nodded. "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite suitable on you..."
Li Zijun’s face turned crimson.
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." She turned to Li Zijun with a wink. "How about it, Zi Jun?"
Li Zijun paused, startled. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said, feeling a little sorry for him, "That wouldn’t be good... It looks like it’s going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have sensed the earlier awkwardness. A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I’ll go outside then..."
Just then, the faint sound of footsteps approached from nearby.
The sudden noise made everyone frown. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could be out and about this late at night?"