All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 537 - Three Hundred and Fifteen_2

Chapter 537: Chapter Three Hundred and Fifteen_2
"If only I really were a man..."
...
The light of the firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a completely new energy coursing through his body, he murmured, "The sword needs to be nurtured."
For Su Bei, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had a lot to learn in terms of control.
All the thousands of laws and changes in the world stem from the same principle, and what countless cultivators seek is the great immortality that grants one the ability to live forever. Only those cultivators who have achieved minor immortality are truly worthy of the "Immortal" title, having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, it’s about nurturing both the person and the sword. While there might not be anything as exaggerated as a person becoming one with their sword, if one wishes to reach the end of a cultivator’s path, they must at the very least nurture a Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit of their own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, his Dantian Knowledge Sea completely opened, his soul drifting out and merging with the surrounding heaven and earth. That was when he saw his meditative self.
His soul wound around the Missing Departure once before returning to him.
Touching the sword again, he could feel it had become somewhat more affectionate compared to a moment earlier.
Satisfied with this, Su Bei nodded and then picked up the Longsword, skewering a piece of pork and roasting it over the fire. "The sword has been well nurtured."
Missing Departure: "..."
Flower Bright Moon was draped in a light mist.
Footsteps approached gently from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, one could barely make out the familiar whirl of white silk.
With no moon in the sky, everything around seemed dimmed.
A curve emerged at the corner of Su Bei’s mouth, and without looking back, he suddenly embraced the woman by her waist and laughed, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone?"
"Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
His words hung in the air as his actions began to escalate. Pressing down on her, his hand traveled along her ear... following the contours of her body’s curves.
Li Zijun’s eyes widened in shock. Her mind went blank, herself at the mercy of Su Bei’s abrupt embrace.
Feeling his experienced hands roaming over her body left her unable to think for a moment.
She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, and an amorous atmosphere enveloped the inside of the Daoist Temple.
Her face gradually turned rosy, but she didn’t know if it was because of her own awkward posture or because of her wrist, which was gripped by his large hand.
Su Bei frowned, beginning to sense something was amiss.
Usually, Ji Baoer would feel more... and there wouldn’t be this kind of naive sensation, as if he could feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master..."
Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock, her small hands frantically pushing against Su Bei, nervously saying, "I am not Sister Nan Ji... I’m Zi Jun..."
"..."
There was a hint of grievance in her voice as she turned her head to the side, biting her lip.
Su Bei was momentarily stunned. He leaned over to stare at the woman before him, shocked.
What unforgivable thing had he done?
The atmosphere became awkward. Su Bei, wanting to comfort her, tried to touch her head but feared the gesture might be misinterpreted. His hand froze mid-air as he swallowed hard. "Disciple, your master didn’t know it was you..."
"You are wearing your teacher’s wife’s clothes, and the light of the fire was dim..."
Li Zijun lowered her head and murmured a response, her expression hidden.
"Master... could you please get off first."
"..."
Su Bei awkwardly smiled at her. He gently got up, touched his nose, and after some thought, said, "Your teacher truly didn’t know..."
As he spoke, he grabbed her snow-white wrist, intending to help her to her feet.
The flickering light of the fire cast its glow on the faces of both, heavy with their own thoughts.
For some unknown reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun’s clear and lustrous face, an impulse surged within him, and his heart began to race.
Compared to Nan Ji, his movements had been far from restrained just now, but the sensation proved to be significantly different with Li Zijun beneath his touch.
However, the softness mixed with a slight distance aroused a strange feeling in Su Bei.
Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei still lifted his hand, extending two fingers and cautiously sliding them toward Li Zijun’s face.
He hesitated for a moment but finally touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun’s delicate body shivered slightly, her intelligent eyes like twinkling stars. She tensed slightly, creating a small gap, but this time she did not react violently. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw, from the corner of Li Zijun’s eye, a pearl-like teardrop falling down her snow-white cheek.
The flickering flame reflected two trails of tears.
Su Bei’s hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun’s delicate chin, lifting it to gaze upon her stunning face.
With two fingers, he tenderly wiped away her tears and said softly, "I’m sorry."
"I..."
Li Zijun’s eyes were on Su Bei, her beautiful gaze filled with tears.
She herself didn’t know why she was crying.
Was it because of his offense?
Or was it because a relationship between them was destined to have no future?
Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn’t know what expression she should have.
Was it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, moon on the water."
Li Zijun lightly lifted her head, and then the corner of her mouth curled into a smile, hiding the last tear in her eyes. "Your disciple doesn’t blame you, Master."
"The skirt was given by Sister Nan Ji, that’s why Master mistook me for someone else."
"..."
Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the terrifying thoughts that had just surged in his mind.
Why were all the disciples he took on so strange?
Each one seemed as if they had spent a long time with him, always feeling as if there was an indescribable affection involved.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in a different outfit, walked in. She looked around with a strange expression.
Barefoot, she sat down next to Su Bei and wiped away the water droplets on the floor beside him.
A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes; usually, he would have pounced on her, so why was he so composed today?
What had happened between them during her absence?
The atmosphere was so bizarre.
"Husband, what’s wrong? You seem distracted?"
Su Bei smiled at her, then held Ji Nanjue close.
In Su Bei’s arms, Ji Nanjue felt a tumult of emotions. She lifted her head and kissed the corner of Su Bei’s mouth.
She had just had so many thoughts. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous, and that the world was heartless, always making their path exceptionally difficult. However, being able to enjoy this moment of peace made her quite content.
Her mindset started to shift subtly.
—Not seeking to be together morning and evening, but cherishing what’s been had.
...
"Nothing much."
"It’s late, we should go to sleep..."
Su Bei stroked her hair.
Ji Nanjue got up and took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand, examining the dress carefully, then nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."
Li Zijun’s face turned bright red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, pretending to be cold, "As a punishment, you’ll sleep outside tonight, and I’ll cuddle with Zi Jun."
"Does that sound good, Zi Jun?"
She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun paused. Looking up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, she said, unable to bear the thought, "That doesn’t seem right... it’s going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was looking for a way to ease the awkwardness; she must have noticed what had just happened.
A warmth spread through Su Bei’s heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue. "I’ll just sleep outside..."
Just then, suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from not too far away.
The unexpected noise made everyone frown in an instant, and Su Bei said with some confusion, "Who could be out walking at this late hour?"
"..."