All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 585 585: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Nine_2

"If only I were really a man..."
...
The pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple shone with a dull, dim light.
Gently wiping the two swords inside the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a completely new energy circulating throughout his body and murmured to himself, The sword requires nurturing.
For him, the Qingping Sword was already second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to improve in terms of control.
In this world, despite the myriad laws and changes, what countless cultivators sought after was the great immortality that promised an existence free from death. Only those cultivators who have achieved lesser immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, nurturing a sword cultivates oneself, and nurturing oneself fosters the sword. While there wasn't anything as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, if one wished to reach the zenith of cultivation, at the very least, they should foster a Sword Spirit. A Sword Spirit that belonged to oneself.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened up completely; his soul dispersed and merged with the world around him, and he could see himself sitting cross-legged. His soul wrapped around the Missing Departure for a loop before returning to himself. Upon touching the sword again, he could feel it was a bit more affectionate than just a moment ago.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. Then, picking up the Longsword, he skewered a piece of pork onto it and started roasting it over the fire, The sword is well-nurtured.
Missing Departure: "..."
Bright were the flowers, dim the moon, all veiled in a light mist.
Footsteps padded softly from behind Su Bei. The flickering firelight barely revealed a familiar wisp of white gauze. The sky was moonless, and everything around was somewhat dim.
A small smile touched Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and embraced her, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As they spoke... things began to escalate. He pressed down on her, his hands tracing her earlobes... following the curves of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her close. Feeling his skilled hands fondling her, she was unable to think for a moment. She had just bathed and still carried a sweet fragrance. A romantic aura enveloped the Daoist Temple's interior. Her complexion slowly turned rosy, but it was unclear whether it was due to her own embarrassing position or the wrist he was grasping.
Su Bei frowned slightly, slowly beginning to realize that something was amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer's body should feel more... and it shouldn't have such an inexperienced sensation. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master." Finally recovering from her shock, Li Zijun's small hands frantically pushed against Su Bei, her voice filled with nervousness, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."
"..."
There was a hint of grievance in her voice as she twisted her body, turned her head away, and bit her lip.
Su Bei was taken aback. He bent over to stare blankly at the woman before him. What beastly thing had he done?
The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but feared this gesture would be misunderstood. His large hand froze mid-air as he swallowed hard. "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you... You were wearing your mistress's clothes, and the firelight was dim..."
Li Zijun lowered her head and muttered a low acknowledgment, her expression unclear. "Master... can you get off first?"
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently got up. He touched his nose and, after a moment's thought, said, "Your master really didn't know..."
Saying this, he reached for her snowy wrist, intending to pull her up. The flickering firelight danced on their faces, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's crystal-clear, jade-like face, an unexpected surge of impulse rose in his heart, and it began to race. Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been undeniably bold, yet the sensation Li Zijun evoked in him was vastly different. However, her gentle yet faintly discernible distance stirred a peculiar sensation within Su Bei.
As if forgetting the earlier embarrassment, Su Bei raised his hand again, tentatively extending two fingers toward Li Zijun's face. He paused for a moment before his fingers finally made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek. It felt warm and smooth, like fine jade.
Li Zijun's delicate body quivered slightly, her intelligent eyes shimmering like stars. She shifted, creating a little space between them, but this time she didn't react violently. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently trace her beautiful face with his two fingers.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears slide from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing paths down her snowy cheeks. The flickering firelight reflected in the two tear tracks.
Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin, tilting her face up to gaze at her stunning features. His two fingers tenderly wiped away her tears as he softly said, "I'm sorry. Your master..."
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 offense? Or because there was no possible future between them? Seeing the momentary distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression she should wear. Was it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water," Li Zijun murmured, lifting her head slightly. Then, a faint smile touched her lips as she blinked back the last tear. "Your disciple bears no grudge against Master. It was the dress Sister Nan Ji gave me that led Master to mistake me."
"..."
Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the unsettling thoughts that had just surfaced. Why were all the disciples he took on so peculiar? Each one seemed as though they had spent long years with him, always leaving an indescribable sentiment between them.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, having changed into different clothes, walked in. With a curious expression, she surveyed the scene before her. Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei and began wiping still-damp water droplets from her skin. A look of puzzlement flashed through her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her by now. Why was he so calm today? What had happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.
"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted."
Su Bei smiled at her and then embraced Ji Nanjue. In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense a turmoil of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed him on the lips.
She had been thinking about many things just now. She knew the path ahead was long and arduous; the world was heartless, which would make their journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility filled her with a sense of satisfaction. Gradually, her outlook began to change. She didn't seek to be with him day and night, only to cherish the moments they had shared.
"It's nothing," Su Bei said, stroking her hair. "It's late. We should sleep..."
Ji Nanjue stood up, taking the distracted Li Zijun by her small hand. She carefully examined her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded, "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite fitting on you..."
Li Zijun's face turned beet red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with mock coldness, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun. How about that, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun was taken aback. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said, somewhat reluctantly, "That doesn't seem right... It looks like it's going to rain outside."
Su Bei naturally knew Nan Ji was giving him a way out; she must have sensed the earlier awkwardness. His heart warmed at the thought. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll go outside then..."
Just then, faint footsteps sounded from not far away. The sudden noise made everyone frown. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could be walking around this late at night?"
"..."