All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 535 - Three Hundred and Fourteen_2

Chapter 535: Chapter Three Hundred and Fourteen_2
"If only I were really a man..."
The pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple emanated a dim, heavy light.
Gently wiping the two swords inside the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a completely new qi flowing through his body and murmured to himself:
Swords need nurturing.
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still somewhat lacking.
All myriad laws of the world never stray far from their root. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought that elusive great long life.
Only those cultivators who have achieved lesser long life truly deserve the title of "Immortal," having initially Achieved Dao. For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although there is no such exaggerated concept as becoming one with the sword, if one wishes to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one must, at the very least, cultivate a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of one’s own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, allowing his soul to dissipate and merge with the surrounding heaven and earth. He then perceived himself seated in meditation.
His soul wrapped around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body.
Upon touching the sword again, he could feel it had grown more intimate than just a moment ago.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork onto it, and began roasting it over the fire.
The sword has been well nurtured.
Missing Departure: "..."
「The flowers glowed faintly under a dim moon, all shrouded in a light mist.」
Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei. Within the faint, flickering firelight, a familiar trail of white gossamer could be discerned.
There was no moon in the sky, casting everything around into a dim light.
A smile curved at the corners of Su Bei’s mouth. Without looking, he wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist, pulled her into an embrace, and laughed, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone?"
"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke... his hand began to roam upwards. Pressing down on her, he whispered close to her ear... his touch following the contours of her body.
Li Zijun’s eyes widened, her mind went blank, as Su Bei pulled her over without resistance.
Feeling his skilled hands on her, she couldn’t think for a moment.
She had just bathed, and her body still carried a fragrance, creating an intimate atmosphere within the Daoist Temple.
Her cheeks gradually turned rosy, uncertain if it was due to the embarrassing actions themselves or his grip on her wrist.
Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing something was amiss.
Ji Baoer’s body should feel more... developed, and not this inexperienced.
He could even feel the woman beneath him shivering.
"M-Master."
Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock. Her small hands frantically pushed at Su Bei as she nervously said, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... It’s me, Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her voice carried a hint of grievance as she turned her body away, biting her lip.
Su Bei was stunned for a moment, then leaned down, staring dumbly at the woman before him.
What kind of beastly act had he just committed?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but fearing a misunderstanding, his large hand hovered in mid-air. He swallowed nervously.
"Disciple, I, your Master, didn’t know it was you..."
"You were wearing your Master’s wife’s clothes, and the firelight was dim..."
Li Zijun lowered her head and mumbled an acknowledgment, her expression hidden.
"Master... could you please get off me?"
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile before gently rising. He touched his nose and then added thoughtfully, "I, your Master, really didn’t know..."
With that, he grabbed her snow-white wrist, intending to help her to her feet.
The firelight flickered, casting shifting shadows on their faces as each remained lost in thought.
For some unknown reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun’s delicate, jade-like face, a surge of impulse arose within him, and his heart began to beat faster.
Compared to Nan Ji, his actions toward Li Zijun had been significant, and the feeling she gave him was clearly far different.
Yet that gentle, almost imperceptible distance from her stirred an odd feeling in Su Bei.
Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand, extending two fingers, and cautiously slid them towards Li Zijun’s face.
He hesitated but, in the end, touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun’s delicate body shivered slightly. Her intelligent, star-like eyes widened. She shifted, creating a small gap as if to struggle, yet this time she didn’t react violently. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears slide from the corners of Li Zijun’s eyes, tracing paths down her snow-white cheeks.
The flickering firelight reflected two tear trails.
Su Bei’s hand stopped. He then gently glided his fingers to Li Zijun’s tender chin, tilting her face towards him to gaze into her stunning features.
With two fingers, he softly wiped away her tears and said in a gentle voice, "I’m sorry."
"I, your Master..."
Li Zijun looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.
She didn’t know why her tears were falling.
Was it because of his offense?
Or because their relationship was doomed to have no outcome?
Seeing that fleeting moment of distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun didn’t know what expression to wear.
Was it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, moon on the water."
Li Zijun gently lifted her head. A smile curved her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn’t blame Master."
"The skirt was a gift from Sister Nan Ji; that’s why Master mistook me for someone else."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrifying thoughts that had just surged 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 indefinable emotion involved.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in another garment, walked in, then looked around with a puzzled expression.
She sat beside Su Bei, barefoot, and began to wipe the lingering water droplets from herself.
A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on her by now.
Why was he so tranquil today?
What had happened between the two of them while she was away?
The atmosphere was so odd.
"Husband, what’s wrong? You seem distracted."
Su Bei smiled at her, then held Ji Nanjue’s body close.
It seemed that within Su Bei’s embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complexity of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of Su Bei’s mouth.
She had just been thinking about many things. She knew the road ahead was long and difficult, that the world was unfeeling and would always make their path together exceptionally tough. But being able to enjoy this moment of peace brought her a certain satisfaction.
Her mindset gradually underwent a slight change.
Not seeking to be together day and night, but treasuring the moments they had once shared.
"It’s nothing."
"It’s late, we should go to sleep..."
Su Bei stroked her hair.
Ji Nanjue got up, taking the absent-minded Li Zijun’s hand. She carefully examined her own garment that Li Zijun was wearing and nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite good in this outfit..."
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, and I’ll cuddle with Zi Jun."
"Is that okay with you, Zi Jun?"
She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun was taken aback 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 about to rain outside."
Su Bei naturally knew Nan Ji was giving him an out. She must have noticed the earlier embarrassment.
He felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at Ji Nanjue. "I’ll go outside then..."
Just then, the faint sound of footsteps approached from not far away.
The sudden noise made everyone frown momentarily. Su Bei said with some confusion, "...Who could it be, wandering around at this late hour?"
"..."