All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 547 547: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty_2

If I were really a man, that would be great…
The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and dull.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box. Feeling a brand new stream of Qi flowing throughout his entire being, he murmured to himself, "The sword needs to be nurtured."
To him, the Qingping Sword was already an extension of his arm, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still somewhat lacking.
All the myriad laws of the world follow the same principle—what numerous cultivators have sought after since ancient times is immortality, the great longevity.
A cultivator who attains the lesser longevity truly deserves the title "Immortal," having initially achieved the Dao. For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, just as the person nurtures the sword. The idea of becoming one with the sword might seem an exaggeration. However, any cultivator aspiring to reach the pinnacle must at least cultivate their Sword Spirit.
Their own Sword Spirit.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, completely opening up his Dantian Knowledge Sea. His soul dispersed, merging with the surrounding heavens and earth until he could see his own form sitting cross-legged.
His soul wound around the Missing Departure for a cycle before returning to his body.
Touching the sword once more, 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, and set it to roast over the fire. "The sword is well-nurtured," he commented.
Missing Departure: "..."
Flower Bright Moon shrouded in light mist.
Footsteps approached lightly from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could be faintly seen.
The sky was moonless, and everything around them was somewhat dim.
Su Bei's lips curled into a smile. Without even looking, he swept the woman into his arms by the waist, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why did you return alone?"
"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
As he spoke… he was already drawing closer, pressing down on her… his breath near her ear… his hands tracing the curves of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes were wide, her mind blank as Su Bei pulled her to him.
Feeling his large hands expertly exploring her body, she was unable to think for a moment.
She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, and a sensual ambiance suffused the Daoist Temple.
Her face gradually flushed, though whether from her own awkward movements or his firm grasp on her wrist, she couldn't tell.
Su Bei frowned, beginning to realize something was amiss. Ji Baoer should be softer here… and she wouldn't feel so inexperienced. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master." Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock. Her small hands frantically pushed against Su Bei as she stammered nervously, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."
Her voice carried a hint of grievance. She turned her head away, biting her lip.
Su Bei froze, staring down at the woman before him in disbelief. What kind of beastly thing have I just done?
The atmosphere grew awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but feared the gesture might lead to further misunderstanding. His hand stopped mid-air as he swallowed hard.
"Disciple, I... I didn't know it was you," he said. "You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a low reply, head bowed, her expression unreadable.
"Master... can you... can you get off first?"
Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, then gently rose. He touched his nose and, after a moment, said, "I truly didn't know..."
As he spoke, he grasped her fair 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 looked at Li Zijun's jade-like, translucent face, an impulse surged within him, and his heart began to pound.
Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been undeniably bold. The sensations Li Zijun offered were vastly different.
But her gentle demeanor, coupled with a subtle, almost imperceptible distance, stirred a strange feeling in Su Bei.
As if forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again, hesitantly extending two fingers towards Li Zijun's face.
He paused for a breath before his fingers finally brushed her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate frame trembled. Her intelligent eyes, like stars, showed a flicker of inner turmoil, but this time she didn't react strongly. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.
Warm and smooth as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears trace paths down Li Zijun's snow-white cheeks from the corners of her eyes.
The swaying firelight illuminated two shimmering tear tracks.
Su Bei's hand stilled. Then, it gently slid to Li Zijun's soft chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
He gently wiped away her tears with two fingers, his voice soft, "I'm sorry. I..."
Li Zijun gazed at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. She didn't understand why she was crying. Was it because of his transgression? Or because there was no hope for anything between them? Seeing the momentary lapse in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear. Was it helplessness?
"Flowers in a mirror, the moon on water." Li Zijun gently tilted her head up. A smile touched her lips as she hid the last tear deep within her eyes. "I don't blame you, Master. Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress; that's why you mistook me."
Su Bei offered a sheepish smile, forcefully suppressing the alarming thought that had just surfaced. Why are all my disciples so strange? Each one feels as if we've shared a long history, an inexplicable bond between us.
Just then, the door opened. Ji Nanjue, now in different attire, entered. Her expression was peculiar as she surveyed the scene.
Barefoot, she sat beside Su Bei, wiping lingering droplets of water from herself.
A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on me by now. Why is he so subdued today? What happened between these two while I was gone? The atmosphere is so odd.
"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted," Ji Nanjue asked.
Su Bei smiled and drew her into his embrace. Cradled in his arms, Ji Nanjue sensed his turbulent emotions. She tilted her head and brushed a kiss across the corner of his lips.
She had been thinking a great deal. She knew their path ahead would be long and arduous. The heartless world would undoubtedly make their journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, this brief moment of peace filled her with a profound sense of contentment.
Her perspective was gradually shifting. —Not to seek every day and night together, but to cherish having once possessed.
"It's nothing," Su Bei said, stroking her hair. "It's late. We should get some sleep..."
Ji Nanjue rose and took the still-distracted Li Zijun's small hand. She carefully examined her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded. "Zi Jun, this dress suits you quite well..."
Li Zijun's face turned crimson.
Then, Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with feigned sternness, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll sleep with Zi Jun. How about that, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun started, looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her. With a touch of pity, she said, "That's... not good, is it? 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. "I'll go outside then..."
Just then, the faint sound of footsteps approached from nearby.
The unexpected sound made them all frown. Su Bei wondered aloud, "Who could be walking around this late at night?"