All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 549 549: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-One_2

If only I were really a man...
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The glow of the firewood pile inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box, felt a brand-new energy coursing through his entire body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still somewhat lacking.
Within the myriad laws of the world, what countless cultivators sought after was the great immortality, the ability to never die. Cultivators who had achieved lesser immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," taking the initial steps in "Achieving Dao." As for Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtured the person, and the person, in turn, nurtured the sword. The concept of becoming one with the sword might seem exaggerated. However, if one wished to reach the end of the cultivation path, they must, at the very least, cultivate their own Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit belonging to oneself.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, letting his soul disperse to meld with the heavens and the earth around him. He visualized himself seated cross-legged.
His soul wrapped once around the Missing Departure sword before returning to him.
Touching the sword once more, he could feel a new closeness to it compared to just a moment ago.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork with it, and began roasting it over the fire, "The sword has been well nurtured."
Missing Departure: "..."
The Flower Bright Moon was veiled in a light mist.
Footsteps lightly approached Su Bei from behind, and in the flickering firelight, he could faintly make out a familiar wisp of white silk.
The sky was moonless, and everything around was dimmed.
A smile curved Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, pulled her into an embrace, and chuckled as he said, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone?"
"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
Meanwhile... his hand began to explore.
Pressing down upon her, he touched her earlobe... following her curving silhouette.
Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind blank as Su Bei effortlessly pulled her close.
Feeling his hand skillfully roaming over her body, she was unable to think for a moment.
She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, creating an intoxicating atmosphere in the Daoist Temple.
Her face turned gradually flush, though it was unclear whether it was due to her embarrassing position or because his hand was gripping her wrist.
Su Bei furrowed his brow, starting to sense that something was amiss.
Surely, Ji Baoer's figure should be more developed... and she wouldn't feel so inexperienced. He could even sense the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master."
Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, pushing against Su Bei with small, flustered hands, and anxiously said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her words carried a hint of hurt as she turned away, biting her lip.
Su Bei was momentarily stunned, looking down at the woman before him in disbelief.
What unspeakable thing had he done?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but fearing she might misunderstand, he hesitated with his hand in mid-air and swallowed hard.
"Disciple, I did not realize it was you..."
"You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."
Li Zijun lowered her head and replied in a muffled voice, her expression hard to discern.
"Master... could you please get off?"
"..."
Su Bei gave an awkward smile, then gently stood up, touched his nose, and thoughtfully said, "I truly didn't know..."
With that, he grasped her wrist, attempting to pull her to her feet.
The flickering firelight fell upon the two, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.
For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's lustrous, jade-like face, Su Bei felt an unexpected surge of impulsiveness, and his heart began to quicken.
Compared to Nan Ji, the actions he had taken moments ago were undeniably bold, and the sensation Li Zijun provided was remarkably different.
But that gentle, yet vague sense of distance only made Su Bei's feelings grow stranger.
Seemingly forgetting the earlier embarrassment, Su Bei still raised his hand and tentatively slid two fingers towards Li Zijun's face.
Pausing for a moment, he finally touched her silky-smooth cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her intelligent eyes shining like stars. She created some distance, but this time, she did not react violently. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his fingers.
As gentle as jade.
All of a sudden, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears rolling down from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes, sliding along her snowy cheeks.
The flickering firelight illuminated two tear stains.
Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin, lifting it to look into her stunningly beautiful face.
With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and softly said, "I'm sorry."
"Master..."
Li Zijun's eyes looked at Su Bei, filled with tears.
She didn't even know why she was crying. Was it because of his transgression? Or was it because there would never be a future between them? Seeing the momentary distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun did not know what expression she should wear. Was it helplessness?
"A flower in the mirror, the moon on the water."
Li Zijun gently lifted her head, then curved her lips into a smile, hiding the last teardrop in her eyes. "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."
"The dress was a gift from Sister Nan Ji; that's why you mistook me for her."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile and suppressed the terrible thought that had just flashed through his mind.
Why were all the disciples he took on so peculiar? Each of them seemed as though they had spent many long years with him, always feeling as if there was some indescribable sentiment involved.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in a different garment, walked in, then looked around with a peculiar expression.
Sitting down barefoot next to Su Bei, she wiped the still-wet droplets from her skin.
A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes. Usually, he would have thrown himself at her, so why was he so composed today? What happened between the two of them while she was away? The atmosphere was so peculiar.
"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted."
Su Bei smiled at her, then hugged Ji Nanjue's body.
Perhaps in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a mix of complicated emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of his mouth.
She had just had many thoughts. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous. The world was uncaring, always making their journey incredibly difficult. However, enjoying this moment of peace made her feel somewhat content.
Her mindset gradually began to shift. Not asking for every day and every night, but cherishing what we once had.
"It's nothing."
"It's getting late, time to sleep..."
Su Bei stroked her hair.
Ji Nanjue got up, took the dazed Li Zijun's small hand, carefully examined the dress she wore, and nodded. "Zi Jun, this dress suits you well..."
Li Zijun's face flushed red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with feigned coldness, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll sleep holding Zi Jun."
"Does that sound good, Zi Jun?"
She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun was startled for a moment, then looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "That doesn't seem right... It's going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was trying to give him a way out. She had probably noticed the awkwardness from earlier.
He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll just go outside then..."
At that moment, suddenly, faint footsteps came from not far away.
The unexpected noise made everyone's eyebrows wrinkle at once, and Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could it be at this late hour?"
"..."