All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 591 342_2

If only I really were a man...
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The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim. Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a wholly new energy coursing through her body, and muttered to herself, "The sword needs nourishing."
For her, the Qingping Sword had already become an extension of her own intentions, but with the Missing Departure, she still had much to learn in terms of control.
All myriad laws of the world vary greatly but never stray from their principles. Since ancient times, what countless cultivators have sought is the great secret of immortality.
Only those cultivators who have achieved the lesser state of immortality truly deserve the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, while there may not be such a thing as literal unity between the sword and its master, to reach the end of the cultivator's path, one must at least nurture a Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit of their own.
Su Bei slowly closed her eyes. Her entire Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, her soul diffused out and merged with the heaven and earth around her, and she saw herself sitting in meditation.
Her soul wound around the Missing Departure once, then returned to herself. Upon caressing the sword once more, she could feel a greater intimacy with it than a moment ago.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. She then picked up the Longsword, skewered a chunk of pork with it, and held it over the fire to roast, remarking, "The sword is being well nourished."
The Missing Departure: ...
「Flower Bright Moon, shrouded in a light mist.」
Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei. Amidst the flickering firelight, one could vaguely make out a familiar white gauze.
With no moon in the vast sky, everything around was somewhat dim.
Su Bei's lips curved into a slight smile. Without looking, she wrapped her arms around the waist of the woman who had approached, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why are you back alone? Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
As they spoke, the intensity gradually began to rise. He pressed down on top of her, nibbling her earlobe as her body curved and heaved beneath him. Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind a blank slate, allowing Su Bei to pull her close. Feeling his practiced hands moving over her body, she was momentarily unable to think.
Having just bathed, her body still carried a fragrant scent, creating a sensual atmosphere within the Daoist Temple.
Her complexion grew rosier, though it was unclear whether it was due to the embarrassing situation or his large hand gripping her wrist.
Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to realize something was amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer's body should have been more... and it didn't have this unsophisticated feeling. I can even feel her trembling beneath me.
"Master... Master." Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock. Her small hands pushed against Su Bei in panic as she stated nervously, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."
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Her words carried a hint of grievance. She turned her body aside, averting her head and biting her lip.
Su Bei was instantly taken aback. He leaned closer, staring blankly at the woman before him. What terrible thing have I done?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head but worried it might be misconstrued. His hand froze in mid-air, and he swallowed hard. "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you... You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the fire is dim..."
Li Zijun murmured a response with her head lowered, her expression indiscernible. "Master... could you please get off me?"
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Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, then gently stood up. He touched his nose and, after some thought, said, "Your master truly didn't know..."
Saying this, he grabbed her delicate wrist, trying to help her stand up.
The firelight flickered on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's clear, jade-like face, an impulse arose within him, and his heart began to race.
Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been quite bold. Li Zijun's response during the caress felt profoundly different.
Yet, her gentleness and the barely discernible sense of distance stirred a strange feeling in Su Bei.
As if forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei lifted his hand, extending two fingers, and tentatively glided them towards Li Zijun's cheek. After a pause, he touched her smooth, jade-like skin.
Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly. Her bright eyes, like stars, showed a flicker of struggle, yet this time she didn't react fiercely. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to tenderly stroke her beautiful cheek with two fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears slide from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing paths down her snow-white cheeks. The flickering firelight reflected these twin trails of tears.
Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid down to Li Zijun's delicately rosy chin, tilting her face up to gaze into her strikingly beautiful eyes. With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry. I, your master..."
Li Zijun's gaze met Su Bei's, tears brimming in her beautiful eyes.
She didn't know why she was shedding tears. Was it because of his offense? Or because there was destined to be no future between them?
Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to show. Was it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water." Li Zijun gently lifted her head, her lips curving into a small smile as she hid the last tear in her eyes. "Disciple doesn't blame Master. The dress was a gift from Sister Nan Ji; that's why Master mistook me."
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Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrible thoughts that had just arisen in his mind. Why are all the disciples I take on so strange? Each one seems as if they've spent long years with me; there's always this indescribable sentiment involved.
Just then, the door opened. Ji Nanjue, dressed in different clothes, walked in and looked around with a peculiar expression.
Barefoot, she sat down next to Su Bei, wiping off lingering water droplets from her skin.
A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me. Why is he so composed today? What happened between them while I was gone? The atmosphere is so bizarre.
"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 seemed to feel a complex mixture of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed him lightly on the lips.
She had been thinking a lot just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous; the world was heartless, making their journey together extraordinarily difficult. But being able to enjoy this moment of peace filled her with satisfaction. Gradually, her mindset began to shift. I don't ask for everlasting companionship, only to have once experienced this.
"It's nothing." Su Bei touched her hair. "It's late, we should sleep..."
Ji Nanjue got up and took the dazed Li Zijun by the hand. She scrutinized her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded, "Zi Jun, you look quite good in this dress..."
Li Zijun's face turned crimson.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning coldness, "To punish you, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun." She winked at Li Zijun. "How does that sound, Zi Jun?"
Li Zijun was taken aback. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said reluctantly, "That's not very good... it looks like it's about to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him a way out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness. A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll go outside then..."
Just then, faint footsteps sounded from nearby. The sudden noise made everyone frown. Su Bei said with a hint of confusion, "Who could be walking around this late at night?"
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