All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 567 - Three Hundred and Thirty_2

Chapter 567: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty_2
"If only I really were a man..."
...
The glow from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.
As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, he felt a completely new energy circulating through his body and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
He had become adept with the Qingping Sword, but when it came to Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.
In this world, countless methods all boil down to the same essence—since ancient times, what countless cultivators sought was the great longevity that promised to spare them from death. Only those cultivators who achieved lesser longevity truly deserved the title "Immortal," having taken their first steps in "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, nurturing the sword nurtures the person, and nurturing the person nurtures the sword. While the fusion of person and sword wasn’t as exaggerated as it might seem, if one wished to reach the end of the cultivator’s path, at the very least, they had to cultivate their own Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit unique to themselves.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, opening his Dantian Knowledge Sea completely. His soul dispersed, blending with the surrounding heaven and earth, and he saw himself sitting cross-legged.
His soul wrapped around Missing Departure once, then returned to his body.
When he touched the sword again, he could feel it had grown a bit more intimate than it had been just moments before.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded contentedly, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and started roasting it over the fire.
"The sword is nurturing well."
Missing Departure: "..."
The Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in a faint mist.
Footsteps approached quietly from behind Su Bei, and within the flickering light of the fire, one could barely make out the familiar wisps of white silk.
The sky was moonless, casting darkness around everything.
Su Bei’s lips curved into a smile, and without looking, he wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist, pulling her into an embrace while laughing, "How come Ji Baoer has returned alone?"
"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke... his hand was already beginning to explore upwards. Pressing down upon her, his hand traced her ear... following the curves of her body as they undulated.
Li Zijun’s eyes were wide with shock, her mind went blank as Su Bei pulled her in without resistance.
Feeling his experienced hand fondling her, she didn’t have the capacity to think for a moment.
She had just bathed, her body still carrying a fragrant scent, and a romantic atmosphere filled the Daoist Temple.
Her cheeks gradually blushed, but it was unclear whether it was due to the awkwardness of the situation or his firm grip on her wrist.
Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to realize something was amiss.
After all, Ji Baoer’s figure should be more... developed, and she didn’t usually feel this inexperienced; he could even feel the woman trembling beneath him.
"Master... Master."
Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, somewhat frantically pushing at Su Bei with her small hands, saying nervously, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... I’m Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her words carried a hint of grievance; she turned her head away, biting her lip.
Su Bei was instantly dumbfounded, gazing blankly at the woman before him.
What beastly thing had he just done?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but he feared she might misunderstand, so his hand hung frozen mid-air. He swallowed hard before saying, "Disciple, I didn’t know it was you..."
"You’re wearing Nan Ji’s clothes, and the firelight is dim..."
Li Zijun’s head was down, her response muffled and her facial expression unclear.
"Master... can you get off first?"
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile then gently got up. He touched his nose, thought for a moment, and then said, "I really didn’t know..."
As he spoke, he grabbed her snow-white wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.
The firelight danced faintly on the faces of the two, each lost in their own thoughts.
For some reason, looking at Li Zijun’s jade-like, luminous face, Su Bei felt a surge of impulse, and his heart began to race unexpectedly.
Compared to Nan Ji, the movements he had just made were undeniably bold. Li Zijun’s reactions, however, were starkly different.
Yet her gentle, yet subtly distant, demeanor stirred a strange feeling in Su Bei.
As if forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand and extended two fingers, tentatively sliding them towards Li Zijun’s face.
He paused for a moment, but in the end, his fingers touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun’s delicate body trembled slightly, her intelligent eyes like stars. She managed to create a small gap but this time, she didn’t react violently. Closing her eyes, she let Su Bei caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.
Warm and gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw, from the corner of Li Zijun’s eyes, pearly tears slide down her snow-white cheeks.
The flickering flames highlighted the traces of her tears.
Su Bei’s hand halted, then gently slid to Li Zijun’s tender chin, lifting it to gaze at her stunning visage.
With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and softly said, "I’m sorry."
"I..."
Li Zijun’s eyes met Su Bei’s, brimming with tears.
She didn’t even know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or because their relationship was doomed to be fruitless?
Seeing that momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn’t know what expression she should wear. Resignation?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water."
Li Zijun gently lifted her head, and then a faint smile appeared on her lips, hiding the last teardrop in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn’t blame you, Master."
"Sister Nan Ji gave me this dress, so it’s understandable that you mistook me for someone else."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had briefly crossed his mind.
Why were all his disciples so peculiar? It felt as if each one had shared a long history with him, always evoking an indescribable emotion within him.
Right then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, who had changed into another set of clothes, walked in, her expression quizzically surveying the scene before her.
She sat down barefoot next to Su Bei, wiping the lingering water droplets from her skin.
A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her by now. Why was he so composed today? What had happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere was so bizarre.
"Husband, what’s wrong? You seem distracted?"
Su Bei smiled at her, then hugged Ji Nanjue’s body.
In Su Bei’s embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a complex mix of emotions. She looked up and kissed him on the corner of his lips.
Just now, she had pondered much. She knew the path ahead was long and arduous, the world heartless, always making their journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, the tranquility of the moment brought her a deep sense of contentment. Her outlook gradually started to change.
Not seeking to be together day and night, but cherishing what they once had.
"Nothing’s wrong."
"It’s late; we should go to sleep..." Su Bei caressed her hair.
Ji Nanjue stood up, took the distracted Li Zijun’s hand, and closely examined the dress she was wearing, nodding in approval. "Zi Jun looks quite good in this dress..."
Li Zijun’s cheeks flushed red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with mock sternness, "As a punishment, you’ll sleep outside tonight, and I’ll snuggle with Zi Jun."
"How about that, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun hesitated, then looked at Su Bei and then at Ji Nanjue beside her, saying with some reluctance, "That doesn’t seem right... It’s about to rain outside."
Su Bei knew that Nan Ji was giving him a way to save face; she must have sensed the awkwardness from before.
Feeling a warmth in his heart, he looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I’ll just sleep outside..."
At that moment, faint footsteps sounded from not far away.
The sudden noise made everyone frown simultaneously, and Su Bei said with some confusion, "Who could be out and about at this hour of the night?"
"..."