All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 565 - Three Hundred and Twenty-Nine_2

Chapter 565: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Nine_2
If only I were really a man...
...
The glow of the firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and somber.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box, feeling the new streak of Qi flowing through his every meridian, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nourishing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still somewhat lacking.
Among the myriad arts of the world, what countless cultivators seek is grand immortality—to never die. Only a cultivator who has achieved minor immortality truly deserves the title "Immortal," having initially attained Achieving Dao. For Sword Cultivators, the sword nourishes the person, and the person nourishes the sword. Although there isn’t such an exaggeration as a complete unity of person and sword, if one desires to reach the culmination of cultivation, at the very least, they must nurture a Sword Spirit—their own Sword Spirit.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, and his soul dissipated outwards, merging with the heaven and earth around him. He then saw himself sitting cross-legged. His soul entwined once around the Missing Departure, then returned to his own body. Touching the sword once more, he could feel that it was now a bit more intimate than a moment before.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded with satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork onto it, and placed it over the fire to roast. "The sword is well-nourished."
Missing Departure: "..."
The Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in a faint mist.
The sound of footsteps approached gently from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze was faintly visible. There was no moon in the vault of the sky, and everything around was somewhat dim.
Su Bei’s lips curved into a smile. Without looking, he reached out and pulled the woman into his embrace, laughing as he said, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke... the tension between them was already escalating. He pressed against her, his touch tracing near her ear... then moving along the curves of her body.
Li Zijun’s eyes widened, her mind a blank slate, allowing Su Bei to pull her over with ease. Feeling his large hand deftly caressing her body, she was momentarily unable to think. Having just bathed, her body still carried a fragrant scent, and a romantic atmosphere lingered within the Daoist Temple. Her cheeks gradually turned rosy, though it was unclear whether it was due to the embarrassing situation or because of her wrist held in his firm grip.
Su Bei furrowed his brow, starting to realize that something was amiss. Surely, Ji Baoer’s body would be more... developed. And she wouldn’t feel this tender, unripe. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
This is not right,
he thought.
"Master... Master." Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock. Her small hands somewhat frantically pushed against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... I’m Zi Jun..."
"..."
There was a hint of grievance in her voice. She turned her head to the side, biting her lip.
Su Bei froze for a moment, then leaned over to stare dumbly at the woman before him.
What sort of beastly thing have I done?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head but feared the gesture would cause further misunderstanding. His large hand froze in mid-air. He swallowed hard. "Disciple, your master didn’t know it was you... You were wearing your master’s wife’s clothes, and the firelight was dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a response with her head bowed, her facial expression unclear. "Master... could you please get off first?"
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up. He touched his nose and, after a moment’s thought, said, "Your master really didn’t know..."
As he spoke, he grabbed her delicate wrist, attempting to pull her to her feet.
The fluctuating firelight fell upon the two, each preoccupied with their own thoughts. For some reason, as Su Bei gazed upon Li Zijun’s lustrous, jade-like complexion, a sudden impulse rose within him, and his heart began to beat faster. Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just moments ago had been quite significant. The sensation Li Zijun provided was vastly different. Yet, that tender and almost imperceptible distance elicited a peculiar feeling within Su Bei.
Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again, extending two fingers as he tentatively glided them toward Li Zijun’s face. After a pause, he finally touched her smooth, jade-like cheeks. Li Zijun’s delicate body trembled slightly, her intelligent eyes bright as stars. She managed to create a little space between them but, this time, offered no strong resistance. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with two fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearly tears rolling down her snow-white cheeks from the corners of Li Zijun’s eyes. The flickering firelight illuminated two trails of tears. Su Bei’s hand stilled, then gently slid to Li Zijun’s soft chin, tilting it up so he could gaze at her stunning face. With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears, whispering, "I’m sorry. I..."
Li Zijun looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. She didn’t know why she was crying. Was it because of his transgression? Or because there would never be a future for them? Seeing the momentary bewilderment in his eyes, Li Zijun didn’t know what expression to wear.
Resignation?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water." Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a slight smile curving her lips as she hid the last tear in her eyes. "Your disciple doesn’t blame you, Master. The dress was given by Sister Nan Ji; that’s why Master mistook me for someone else."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just surged in his mind.
Why are all the disciples I’ve taken on so strange? Each seems to have shared long years with me; there’s always a hint of an indescribable emotion between us.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, wearing a different set of clothes, walked in and looked around with a peculiar expression. Barefoot, she sat down next to Su Bei, wiping still-damp water droplets from herself.
A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.
Normally, he would have pounced on me by now. Why is he so composed today? What happened between them while I was away? The atmosphere is so odd.
"Husband, what’s wrong? You seem distracted?"
Su Bei smiled at her and then held Ji Nanjue in his arms. In Su Bei’s embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed his complicated emotions. She tilted her head back and kissed Su Bei on the corner of his mouth.
She had been thinking deeply just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous. The world was unfeeling and would always make their path together incredibly difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this fleeting moment of peace brought her a measure of contentment. Gradually, her mindset began to shift.
—Not seeking to be together day and night, but cherishing the moments once shared.
"It’s nothing." Su Bei stroked her hair. "It’s late. We should go to sleep..."
Ji Nanjue stood up and took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand. She carefully examined her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded. "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite good on you..."
Li Zijun’s face flushed red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning coldness, "To punish you, you’ll sleep outside tonight. I’ll sleep with Zi Jun. Okay, Zi Jun?"
She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun was startled for a moment. She lifted her head to look at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, feeling a bit reluctant. "That’s not good... It looks like it’s going to rain outside."
Su Bei, of course, knew Nan Ji was giving him an out. She must have sensed the earlier awkwardness. His heart warmed, and he looked at Ji Nanjue. "I’ll go outside then..."
Just then, the faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from not far away. The abrupt sound made all three of them frown. Su Bei asked with some confusion,
Who could be walking around this late at night?
"..."