All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 561 - Three Hundred and Twenty-Seven_2

Chapter 561: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Seven_2
If only I really were a man...
The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the brand new stream of energy flowing through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.
All phenomena under the heavens change endlessly but never stray from their source. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought the great longevity that defies death. Only cultivators who achieve lesser longevity truly deserve the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, while there may not be an exaggeration like merging with one’s sword, those wishing to reach their path’s pinnacle must at least nurture a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, his soul dispersing and merging with the surrounding world. It was as if he could see himself seated in meditation.
His soul wrapped around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body. Touching the sword again, he could feel it was more intimate than it had been just a moment ago.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and began roasting it over the fire. "The sword is nurtured well."
Missing Departure: "..."
「Flower Bright Moon was dim, shrouded in a light mist.」
Footsteps softly approached from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering firelight, one could vaguely see a familiar white gauze.
The vault of heaven was moonless, and everything around seemed dim.
A smile curved at the corners of Su Bei’s mouth. Without looking, he effortlessly swept the woman into his arms, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
Meanwhile... the atmosphere had already begun to heat up. Pressing down upon her, his touch explored her ear... following the contours of her body.
Li Zijun’s eyes widened, her mind a blank, as Su Bei simply pulled her close. Feeling his skilled hands moving over her, she was unable to think for a moment.
She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, and a romantic atmosphere enveloped the Daoist Temple. Her cheeks gradually flushed. It was unclear whether this was due to her own awkwardness or because his large hand gripped her wrist.
Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing something was amiss. Ji Baoer’s figure should be fuller, and she wouldn’t have such an inexperienced air. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master."
Li Zijun finally regained her composure from the shock. Her small hands somewhat frantically pushed at Su Bei as she said nervously, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... I’m Zi Jun..."
Her words carried a tinge of grievance. She turned her body, looking away and biting her lip.
Su Bei was momentarily stunned, looking down at the woman before him.
Had he just acted like a complete beast?
The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but, fearing the gesture would be misunderstood, his hand froze mid-air. He swallowed and said, "Apprentice, your Master didn’t realize it was you... You’re wearing your Master’s wife’s clothes, and the firelight is dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her expression unclear.
"Master... can you get off first?"
Su Bei smiled at her awkwardly, then gently got up. He touched his nose and, after a moment’s thought, said, "Your Master really didn’t know..."
With that, he grasped her delicate wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.
The flickering firelight cast shadows on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun’s translucent, jade-like face, an impulse rose within him, and his heart began to race. Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been rather bold. The sensation Li Zijun gave him was vastly different. Yet that gentle but distant demeanor stirred a strange feeling within Su Bei.
Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei lifted his hand and tentatively slid two fingers towards Li Zijun’s face. After a pause, he finally touched her smooth cheek.
Li Zijun’s delicate body shuddered slightly, her bright eyes like stars. She struggled to create some space, but this time, she didn’t react fiercely. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to caress her beautiful face with his fingers.
Warm and smooth like jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears trickle from the corner of Li Zijun’s eye, sliding down her snow-white cheek. The flickering firelight reflected two tear-streaks.
Su Bei’s hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun’s tender chin, tilting it up to gaze at her stunningly beautiful face. With two fingers, he delicately wiped away her tears and said softly, "I’m sorry. Your Master..."
Li Zijun’s eyes met Su Bei’s, brimming with tears.
Why am I crying? Is it because of his offense? Or is it because a relationship between us is doomed from the start?
Seeing that momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn’t know what expression to make.
Helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, moon on the water."
Li Zijun gently raised her head. Then, the corners of her mouth curved into a smile, hiding the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "I don’t blame you, Master. Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress. That’s why you mistook me for her."
Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile and suppressed the terrifying thoughts that had flared up in his mind just a moment ago.
Why were all the disciples he took on so strange? Each one seemed as though they had spent a long time with him, always evoking a sense of indescribable feelings entwined within.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in different clothes, walked in and surveyed the scene before her with a peculiar expression. Barefoot, she sat down next to Su Bei, wiping away water droplets that hadn’t yet dried.
A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes.
Normally, he would have pounced on me by now, so why is he so calm today? What happened between them while I was gone? The atmosphere is so strange.
"Husband, what’s wrong? You seem distracted," she said.
Su Bei smiled at her and then embraced Ji Nanjue.
In Su Bei’s arms, Ji Nanjue sensed a tumult of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.
I’ve thought about so much just now. I know the road ahead is long and arduous. A world devoid of sentiment always makes our journey exceptionally difficult, but to enjoy this moment of peace... it gives me such fulfillment.
Her mindset gradually began to shift.
Not seeking to be together day and night, but content to have once had this.
"It’s nothing." Su Bei touched her hair. "It’s late; we should sleep..."
Ji Nanjue got up and took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand, eyeing her own dress that Li Zijun wore with approval. "Zi Jun, you look quite good in this dress..."
Li Zijun’s face flushed.
Then, glancing at Su Bei, Ji Nanjue said in a deliberately cold voice, "As punishment, you’ll sleep outside tonight. I’ll cuddle Zi Jun while we sleep. How about that, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Su Bei and then at Ji Nanjue beside her. She felt uneasy and said, "That’s not very nice... It looks like it’s going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his heart. Looking at Ji Nanjue, he said, "I’ll go outside then..."
Just then, faint footsteps sounded from not far away.
The sudden noise made everyone furrow their brows. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could be out walking at this late hour?"