All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 581 581: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Seven_2

If only I truly were a man...
「...」
The pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple glowed dimly.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling that fresh surge of qi coursing through his body, and muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
For him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to improve in terms of control.
The myriad arts and endless transformations under heaven all stemmed from the same root principle. What countless cultivators sought was the grand immortality, the ability to never die.
Only those cultivators who achieved minor immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "achieved Dao." And for a Sword Cultivator, as the saying goes, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. It wasn't as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword. However, if one desired to reach the end of the cultivator's path, they must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of their own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes as he completely opened his Dantian Knowledge Sea, releasing his soul to merge with the surrounding heaven and earth, and then he saw himself seated cross-legged.
His soul wrapped around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body.
Touching the sword again, he could feel it was a bit more intimate than before.
Su Bei nodded in satisfaction at this and proceeded to grab the Longsword, skewer a piece of pork onto it, and roast it over the fire, "The nurturing of the sword isn't half bad."
Missing Departure: "..."
The Flower Bright Moon was dim, veiled in light mist.
Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei, and within the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could barely be seen.
With no moon in the sky, everything around seemed somewhat dim.
A smile curved at the corners of Su Bei's mouth. Without even looking back, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and drew her into an embrace, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you returned alone?"
"Speak! Where have you left Zi Jun?"
"..."
Meanwhile, the atmosphere between them was already heating up.
He pressed down upon her, tracing her earlobes... following the contours of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind blank as she allowed Su Bei to pull her close.
Feeling his hands move skillfully over her body, she was unable to think for a moment.
Fresh from her bath, she carried a sweet fragrance, and a romantic aura enveloped the Daoist Temple.
Her face slowly turned rosy, whether from the scandalous nature of the actions or from the wrist being held in his strong hand.
Su Bei frowned slightly, starting to realize something was amiss.
Surely Ji Baoer's figure should be more... and there's no such inexperienced feeling; I can also sense the woman beneath me shivering.
"Mas... Master."
Li Zijun finally regained her senses amidst the shock, her small hands somewhat frantically pushing at Su Bei, nervously saying, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her words carried a hint of grievance. She turned her body to the side, looking away and biting her lip.
Su Bei was instantly taken aback, bending down to stare blankly at the woman before him.
What beastly thing have I done?
The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but feared that the gesture would be misunderstood. His large hand froze in mid-air, and he swallowed, "Disciple, your master did not know it was you..."
"You were wearing Nan Ji's clothes, and the firelight was dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her facial expression unreadable.
"Master... could you please get off first."
"..."
Su Bei offered her an awkward smile, then gently stood up, touched his nose, and after a moment's thought, said, "Your master truly didn't know..."
As he spoke, he took hold of her delicate wrist, attempting to pull her to her feet.
The flickering firelight cast upon the faces of the two, each harboring their own thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's lustrous, jade-like face, he felt a surge of impulse, and his heart unexpectedly began to race.
Compared to Nan Ji, the movements he had just made were not minor, and the feeling that Li Zijun gave him was entirely different.
Yet, that delicate distance, both tender and elusive, gave rise to a strange sensation within Su Bei.
Seemingly forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand nonetheless, extending two fingers tentatively towards Li Zijun's face.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally, his fingers touched her smooth cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate frame shivered slightly, her intelligent eyes like shining stars. Creating a small gap through her struggle, she did not react fiercely this time but instead closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his fingers.
Gentle as jade.
All of a sudden, Su Bei saw, from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes, pearl-like teardrops sliding down her snow-white cheeks.
The flickering flames cast two tear stains.
Su Bei's hand paused, and then gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin, lifting it to turn her face towards him, gazing at her exquisitely beautiful face.
With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears, softly saying, "I'm sorry."
"Master..."
Li Zijun's eyes looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.
Why am I shedding tears? Is it because of his transgression? Or is it because there's no destined outcome between us?
Upon seeing that brief moment of distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression she should wear.
Is it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water."
Li Zijun gently lifted her head, and then a smile curled the corners of her mouth as she hid the last teardrop in the depths of her eyes, "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."
"The skirt was given by Sister Nan Ji; that's why Master mistook me for someone else."
"..."
Su Bei smiled sheepishly at her, suppressing the terrifying thoughts that had arisen in him a moment ago.
Why are all the disciples I've taken on so peculiar? Each seems to share a lengthy past with me, always feeling as if there are unspeakable and indescribable emotions involved.
Just then, the door opened.
Dressed in different clothes, Ji Nanjue walked in, then looked around with a quizzical expression on her face.
Barefoot, she took a seat next to Su Bei, wiping off the undried water droplets near him.
A hint of puzzlement flashed through her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me. Why is he so calm today? What happened between these two while I was gone? The atmosphere is so strange.
"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted."
Su Bei smiled at her and then held Ji Nanjue in his arms.
It seemed that in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a mix of complex emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.
She had thought a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous, and that life, in its ruthlessness, would make their journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility made her somewhat satisfied.
Her mindset also began to change slightly.
Not seeking to be together always, but cherishing that we once had this.
"It's nothing."
"It's late, we should go to sleep..."
Su Bei stroked her hair.
Ji Nanjue got up and took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand, carefully examining the dress she was wearing, and nodded, "This dress suits you quite well, Zi Jun..."
Li Zijun's face turned crimson.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei, pretending to be cold as she said, "As a punishment, you sleep outside tonight. I'll cuddle with Zi Jun."
"How about that, Zi Jun?"
She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun hesitated, then looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said, unable to bear the thought, "That doesn't seem right... It's going to rain outside."
Su Bei naturally knew that Nan Ji was giving him a way out; she must have noticed the awkwardness from before.
Feeling a warmth in his heart, he looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll go outside then..."
Just at that moment, faint footsteps could suddenly be heard not far away.
The sudden sound made everyone's eyebrows furrow at once, and Su Bei said with some confusion, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?"
"..."