All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 587 340_2

If only I really were a man...
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The pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple emitted a dull glow.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box. Feeling an entirely new energy coursing through his body, he muttered to himself, "The sword must be nourished."
The Qingping Sword was already at his command, but in terms of control, he was still lacking somewhat with the Missing Departure.
Throughout the world, myriad methods and changes never stray from their roots. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought the great immortality that thwarts death. Only those cultivators who have achieved small immortality truly deserve the name 'Immortal,' having initially 'Achieved Dao.' And for a Sword Cultivator, the sword nourishes the person, and the person nourishes the sword. Although it is not as exaggerated as achieving unity between person and sword, if one wants to reach the end of the cultivator's path, one must at the very least cultivate a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit unique to oneself.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, his soul dispersing and merging with the surrounding world. He then saw himself seated in meditation. His soul entwined around the Missing Departure and then returned to his body.
As he touched the sword again, he felt a greater affinity with it than he had a moment before.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded with satisfaction. He then took up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and placed it over the fire to roast, "The sword is well-nourished."
Missing Departure: "..."
「The flowers glowed, the moon was dim, all veiled in a light mist.」
Footsteps approached lightly from behind Su Bei; the flickering firelight barely revealed a familiar streak of white gauze.
With no moon in the sky, everything around was somewhat dim.
Su Bei's mouth curved into a smile. Without looking, he swept the woman into his arms by her waist and said, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
As he spoke, his touch began to gradually explore upwards... Pressing down on her, his lips brushed her ear, his own form moving with the curves of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her in without resistance. Feeling his experienced hand wandering over her body, she was momentarily unable to think straight.
She had just bathed, her scent still clinging to her, a romantic atmosphere enveloping the interior of the Daoist Temple. Her complexion gradually turned rosy, yet it was uncertain whether it was due to her own awkward posture or his firm grip on her wrist.
Su Bei frowned slightly, slowly beginning to sense that something was amiss. Ji Baoer's figure should have felt more... developed, and lacked such innocence. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"M-Master."
Li Zijun finally regained her senses from the shock, her small hands frantically pushing against Su Bei, saying nervously, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her words carried a tinge of grievance; she turned her body to the side and looked away, biting her lip.
Su Bei was instantly taken aback, bending down to look at the woman before him, dumbfounded. What had he done that was no better than a beast's?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but he feared the gesture might lead to further misunderstanding. His hand froze mid-air as he swallowed. "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you... You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and with the firelight so dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a low reply with her head down, her facial expression unclear.
"Master... could you please get off first."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then carefully stood up, touched his nose, and said tentatively, "Your master really didn't know..."
He reached for her delicate wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.
The firelight flickered, casting its glow on the faces of the two, each lost in their own thoughts.
For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's face, as clear and lustrous as jade, Su Bei felt an impulse rise within him, and his heart began to race. Compared to how he would be with Nan Ji, his actions just now had been undeniably bold. The sensation Li Zijun gave him, however, was vastly different. But her gentle yet somewhat distant manner, which teased his senses, provoked a peculiar feeling in Su Bei.
Seemingly forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again and hesitantly trailed two fingers across Li Zijun's face. Pausing for a moment, he finally made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun's body shivered slightly. Her star-like, intelligent eyes widened as she struggled, creating a small space between them. This time, however, she did not react strongly, closing her eyes and allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his fingers, finding it as smooth and warm as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw teardrops, like pearls, sliding from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes down her snowy cheeks. The flickering flame illuminated two trails of tears.
Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's tender chin, lifting her face to gaze at her stunning visage. With two fingers, he tenderly wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry. Master..."
Li Zijun's eyes, brimming with tears, looked at Su Bei.
She did not know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or because there was no possible future for them? Upon seeing the momentary distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun did not know what expression to wear. Was it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water."
Li Zijun gently lifted her head, then her mouth curved into a slight smile, hiding the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple does not blame you, Master. Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress; that's why you mistook me for her."
"..."
Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just flashed through his mind. Why were all the disciples he took on so peculiar? Each one seemed as though they had shared a long history with him, as if there was an indescribable feeling entwined between them.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in different clothing, entered and looked around with a strange expression. Sitting barefoot beside Su Bei, she wiped away the damp droplets that had yet to dry from her skin.
A hint of puzzlement flashed in her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her by now. Why was he so calm today? What had happened between the two of them while she was gone? The atmosphere was so odd.
"Husband, what's the matter? You seem distracted."
Su Bei smiled at her, then held Ji Nanjue in his arms.
In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed his complicated emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed him on the lips.
She had just pondered many things and knew the path ahead would be long and arduous. The heartlessness of life often made their journey exceptionally difficult, yet being able to enjoy this brief tranquility filled her with satisfaction. Gradually, her mindset began to shift.
She sought not for days and nights without end but to cherish that they had once been.
"Nothing much." Su Bei stroked her hair. "It's late; we should sleep..."
Ji Nanjue stood up and took the distracted Li Zijun's hand, carefully examining her own dress on Li Zijun. She nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."
Li Zijun's face turned bright red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning 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 at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said hesitantly, "That doesn't seem right... it's going to rain outside."
Su Bei understood that Nan Ji was trying to give him a way out. She must have noticed the earlier awkwardness. His heart warmed as he looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll go outside then..."
At that moment, faint footsteps could be heard not far away.
The sudden sound made everyone frown instantly. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?"
"..."