All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 595 344_2

"If only I really were a man..."
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The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and flickering.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a new stream of energy flowing through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs to be nurtured."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, there was still much room for improvement in terms of control. In this vast world, all myriad arts and changes adhere to the same principles. Throughout history, what countless cultivators have sought is the great immortality that spares one from death. Only when a cultivator achieves the minor immortality are they truly worthy of the "Immortal" title, having initially "Achieved Dao." And for a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the individual, and the individual nurtures the sword. Although there isn't anything as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, if one wishes to reach the culmination of a cultivator's path, at the very least, they must nurture their own Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit that is uniquely their own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, completely opening up his Dantian Knowledge Sea while his soul drifted out, merging with the surrounding world. There, he saw himself sitting in a lotus position. His soul encircled the Missing Departure once before returning to his body. When he touched the sword again, he could feel a renewed intimacy that hadn't been there a moment before.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and began to roast it over the fire.
"The sword is nurtured well."
Missing Departure: "..."
Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in light mist.
Soft footsteps approached from behind Su Bei. In the wavering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could be vaguely seen. With no moon in the sky, everything around was somewhat dim.
Su Bei's lips curled into a smile, and without looking, he swept the woman into his arms and laughed, "How come Ji Baoer has returned alone? Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
In the midst of speaking... the temperature had already started to rise.
Pressing upon her, his touch traced her earlobe... following the curves of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes were wide open, her mind blank, as Su Bei pulled her into his embrace. Feeling his hands move with familiarity over her body, she was at a loss to think. Having just taken a bath, her body still carried a fragrance, and a romantic atmosphere enveloped the Daoist Temple. Her face gradually grew flushed, but she didn't know if it was because of her own uneasy actions or because of the wrist he was holding tightly.
Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to sense that something was amiss. After all, Ji Baoer's figure should be more voluptuous... and it didn't have this kind of naive feel; he could even sense the trembling of the woman beneath him.
"Master... Master."
Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, her small hands pushing at Su Bei in panic, nervously saying, "I am not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her speech was tinged with a hint of grievance as she turned her head to the side, biting her lip.
Su Bei was taken aback, leaning down to gaze at the woman before him, dumbfounded.
Had he done something beastly?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but he feared that gesture would lead to a misunderstanding. His hand hung in midair as he swallowed.
"Disciple, your master didn't know it was you... You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her facial expression unclear.
"Master... could you get off first?"
"..."
Su Bei smiled sheepishly at her, then gently rose, rubbed his nose, thought for a moment, then said, "Your master really didn't know..."
With that, he grabbed her fair wrist, preparing to pull her up.
The firelight flickered, casting shadows on the faces of the two, each lost in their own thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's clear, jade-like face, an impulsive feeling surged within him, and his heart began to race. Compared to Nan Ji, the move he'd just made was, to say the least, overly bold. The sensation that Li Zijun gave him in that moment was vastly different. Yet that subtle, gentle distance was what sparked a strange feeling in Su Bei.
As if forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei still lifted his hand, extending two fingers tentatively towards Li Zijun's face. After a pause, he finally touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun's body shuddered slightly. Her star-like eyes flickered, and her resistance lessened. This time, she did not react strongly; instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful cheek with his two fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw tears like pearls slipping down from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing a path across her snow-white cheeks.
The flickering firelight reflected two streaks of tears.
Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's tender chin, turning her face towards him to gaze upon her stunning visage. With two fingers, he tenderly wiped away her tears, and softly said, "I'm sorry. Master..."
Li Zijun's eyes looked back at Su Bei, brimming with tears.
She didn't even know why she was crying. Was it because of his transgression? Or was it because there was no possible future between them?
Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to show.
Was it helplessness?
"Flower in the mirror, the moon on the water." Li Zijun gently raised her head, then her lips curled into a smile, hiding the last tear in 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 terrible thoughts that had flashed through his mind just a moment ago.
Why were all the disciples he took on so peculiar? Each one seemed as though they had been through ages with him, always giving him a feeling of some indescribable sentiment involved.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in a different outfit, walked in, then looked around with a strange expression. She sat down barefoot beside Su Bei, wiping the lingering dampness from her skin.
A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on me by now, so why is he so calm today? What happened between them while I was away? The atmosphere is so strange.
"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted?"
Su Bei smiled at her, then held Ji Nanjue close. It seemed that in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue could feel a mix of complex emotions. She looked up and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth. She had been thinking a lot just now, knowing that the road ahead would be long and tough. The world was heartless, always making their journey together exceptionally difficult. But being able to enjoy this moment of peace made her feel quite satisfied. Her mindset had also begun to shift slightly.
—One doesn't ask for a lifetime; one simply asks to have been once held.
"It's nothing," Su Bei said, stroking her hair. "It's late; we should go to sleep..."
Ji Nanjue got up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun's hand, examining her dress on Li Zijun, nodded, then said, "Zi Jun, you look pretty good in this dress..."
Li Zijun's face turned crimson.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with feigned coldness, "As a punishment, you sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun. How does that sound, Zi Jun?"
She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun paused, looking first at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her. Feeling a pang of sympathy, she said, "That doesn't seem right... it's going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was finding an excuse for him; she must have noticed the awkwardness earlier. He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll just go outside then..."
At that moment, faint footsteps were heard approaching from not too far away.
The sudden noise made everyone frown, and Su Bei said with some confusion, "Who could it be at this late hour?"
"..."