All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 541 541: Chapter Three Hundred and Seventeen_2

If only I were really a man...
The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and drowsy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling the brand-new flow of energy circulating within his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still lacked some control.
Millions of methods in the world vary greatly but do not stray from their origins. Since ancient times, what countless cultivators sought was the great immortality that allowed one to escape death.
Only cultivators who have achieved lesser immortality truly deserve the title "Immortal," the initial step of "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures man, and man nurtures the sword. Although there's no such exaggeration as fusion of man and sword, if one wishes to reach the end of a cultivator's path, at the very least, one must cultivate a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of one's own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, completely opening up his Dantian Knowledge Sea. His soul drifted out, integrating with the surrounding heaven and earth, and he saw himself sitting cross-legged.
His soul entwined around Missing Departure before returning to his body.
Touching the sword again, he could feel it had grown even more intimate than before.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. Then he picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and placed it over the fire to roast, "The sword has been well nurtured."
Missing Departure: "..."
Flower Bright Moon shrouded in a light mist.
Footsteps gently approached from behind Su Bei, and through the flickering firelight, one could vaguely see a familiar white veil.
Without the moon in the sky, everything around was somewhat dim.
The corners of Su Bei's mouth curved into a smile. Without looking back, he grabbed the woman and held her tight in his arms, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you returned alone?"
"Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke... the temperature seemed to rise. He pressed down on her, his lips close to her ear, his hands following the curves of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes were wide open, her mind blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her close effortlessly.
Feeling his experienced hands touching her body, she was momentarily unable to think.
Having just bathed, she still carried a sweet fragrance, and an amorous atmosphere pervaded the Daoist Temple.
Her complexion gradually turned rosy, though it was unclear if it was due to the awkward movements or the wrist being held by his large hand.
Su Bei frowned slightly, starting to notice that something was not quite right.
Ji Baoer's figure was supposed to be more... and she didn't have this immature feel. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master."
Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, her small hands somewhat frantically pushing against Su Bei, nervously saying, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her words carried a hint of grievance as she turned her body to the side, averted her face, and bit her lip.
Su Bei was stunned, peering down at the woman before him.
Had he done something beastly?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but feared she might misunderstand. His hand froze in mid-air as he swallowed hard, "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you..."
"You're wearing your mistress's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her head bowed, her facial expression unclear.
"Master... could you please get off first."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, then slowly got up, touched his nose, and after a moment said, "Your master truly didn't know..."
As he spoke, he took hold of her snowy wrist, trying to pull her up.
The flickering firelight cast shadows on their faces, each lost in thought.
For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's jewel-like face, Su Bei felt an impulse rise within him, and his heart began to beat faster.
Compared to Nan Ji, the movements he had made just moments before were not insignificant. The sensation Li Zijun gave him was clearly quite different.
But that gentle demeanor, mixed with a subtle, almost imperceptible aloofness, evoked a strange feeling in Su Bei.
Seemingly forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand, extending two fingers and cautiously sliding them towards Li Zijun's face.
He hesitated for a moment but ultimately touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her intelligent eyes luminous as stars. She managed to create a small gap between them but did not react violently this time. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with his two fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw a pearl-like teardrop escape from the corner of Li Zijun's eye and slide down her snowy white cheek.
The flickering firelight reflected two trails of tears.
Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's tender chin, cradling it to turn her face towards him as he gazed at her stunning visage.
With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry."
"Master..."
Li Zijun's eyes met Su Bei's, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.
She didn't know why she was crying.
Was it because of his offense?
Or because there was no possible future for them?
Seeing that brief moment of distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to wear.
Was it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water."
Li Zijun slightly lifted her head, and then her lips curled into a smile, hiding the last tear in the depths of her eyes, "Your disciple does not blame you, Master."
"The dress was given to me by Sister Nan Ji, and that's why Master mistook me for someone else."
"..."
Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the dreadful thoughts that had surged within him moments before.
Why were all the disciples he had taken in so odd?
Each one seemed to have shared long years with him, as if there was an inexplicable sentiment connecting them.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in a different garment, walked in and then looked around with a peculiar expression.
Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei, wiping the still-damp droplets from her skin.
A trace of confusion flickered in her eyes. Usually, he would leap towards me; why is he so composed today?
What happened between them while I was away?
The atmosphere is so strange.
"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted."
Su Bei smiled at her, then embraced Ji Nanjue.
In Su Bei's arms, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex surge of emotions. She lifted her head and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.
She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous. The world was heartless, a force that would make their journey together exceedingly difficult. However, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility brought some satisfaction to her heart.
Her mindset gradually began to change.
She didn't seek to be together from morning till night, but to have once held him in her arms.
"It's nothing."
"It's late; we should sleep..."
Su Bei stroked her hair.
Ji Nanjue stood up, took the preoccupied Li Zijun by her small hand, and carefully examined the dress she was wearing, then nodded, "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite suitable on you..."
Li Zijun's face turned crimson.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei, pretending to be cold as she said, "To punish you, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll sleep with Zi Jun."
"What do you think, Zi Jun?"
She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun froze for a moment, then looked up at Su Bei and then at Ji Nanjue beside her, saying with some reluctance, "That's not very nice... and it looks like it's going to rain outside."
Su Bei, of course, knew that Nan Ji was helping him save face. She must have noticed the earlier awkwardness.
A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue, "I'll go outside..."
Just at that moment, faint footsteps could suddenly be heard in the distance.
...
The unexpected sound made everyone frown for an instant, and Su Bei said with some puzzlement, "Who could be traveling at this late hour?"
"..."