All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 525 - Three Hundred and Nine_2

"If only I were really a man..."

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The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and hazy.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a brand-new energy circulating within him, murmuring to himself, "A sword must be nourished."

The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control still left much to be desired.

Countless methods under the heavens all adhere to the same principles. What innumerable cultivators pursue is the grand longevity that offers immortality. Only a cultivator who has achieved minor longevity truly deserves the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, nourishing the person with the sword, and the sword with the person, is essential. While not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, at the very least, one must cultivate a Sword Spirit of their own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, his soul dissipating and merging with the world around him, and he saw himself seated in meditation. His soul wrapped around the blade of Missing Departure for a moment before returning to him. Touching the sword again, he could feel it was more affectionate than just a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and placed it over the fire to roast. "The sword is well-nourished."

Missing Departure: "..."

The Flower Bright Moon cloaked a light fog. Footsteps padded softly from behind Su Bei; within the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could barely be seen. The sky was moonless, casting everything around in shadows.

Su Bei’s lips curved into a smile. Without looking, he reached out, swept the woman into his arms by her waist, and laughed, saying, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As he spoke, his touch was already becoming more intimate. He pressed down on her, his lips brushing her delicate ear, his hands tracing the curves of her body.

Li Zijun’s eyes were wide, her mind blank as Su Bei smoothly pulled her into his embrace. Feeling his experienced hands fondling her body, she was momentarily too shocked to think. She had just bathed, and her body still carried a delicate fragrance; a romantic atmosphere pervaded the Daoist Temple. Her complexion gradually reddened, though it was unclear if it stemmed from her own awkward movements or his firm grip on her wrist.

Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to realize something was amiss.

Ji Baoer should be more... passionate, he mused. And she wouldn’t feel this inexperienced. He could also feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock. Her small hands pushed against Su Bei in a flurry as she nervously said, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... I’m Zi Jun..."

"..."

There was a hint of grievance in her words. She turned her body, looked away, and bit her lip.

Su Bei was momentarily stunned, peering down at the woman before him.

What sort of beastly thing had he done?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but feared the gesture might be misunderstood. 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 the firelight is dim..."

Li Zijun lowered her head and murmured a reply, her expression unreadable.

"Master... could you please get off first?"

"..."

Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, then gently got up, touching his nose. He thought for a moment before saying, "Your master truly had no idea..."

As he spoke, he grabbed her delicate wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.

The firelight alternately brightened and dimmed, casting shadows on the faces of the two, each heavy with their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun’s crystal-clear, jade-like complexion, an impulse stirred within him, and his heart unexpectedly started to race. Compared to Nan Ji, his recent actions had been quite unrestrained; the sensation of Li Zijun beneath his touch was palpably different. But the subtle and almost imperceptible distance in her gentleness evoked a strange feeling in Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand, extending two fingers, tentatively sliding them towards Li Zijun’s face. He hesitated momentarily but ultimately touched that smooth-as-jade cheek.

Soft and smooth as jade.

Li Zijun’s delicate body shivered slightly. Her intelligent, star-like eyes fluttered open a fraction, but this time she did not react fiercely. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to tenderly caress her beautiful face with two fingers.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like teardrops slide from the corners of Li Zijun’s eyes, coursing down her snow-white cheeks. The flickering firelight reflected the two trails of tears.

Su Bei’s hand stopped. He then gently slid his fingers to Li Zijun’s tender chin, lifting it to gaze at her stunning face. With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I’m sorry."

"I..."

Li Zijun’s eyes, filled with tears, looked at Su Bei.

She didn’t even know why she was crying. Was it because of his indiscretion? 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 she should have. Was it helplessness?

"Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water."

Li Zijun gently raised her head, and then her lips curled into a smile, hiding the last teardrop in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn’t blame you, Master."

"It was the dress Sister Nan Ji gave me that made you mistake me for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei smiled sheepishly at her, pushing down the terrible thought that had just surged within him.

Why were all the disciples he took on so strange? Each seemed to have shared a long history with him, and there was always an inexplicable sentiment involved. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Just then, the door opened.

Having changed into another garment, Ji Nanjue walked in, her expression peculiar as she surveyed the scene. Barefoot, she sat beside Su Bei, wiping away droplets of water that had not yet dried from her skin.

A hint of confusion flickered in her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her. 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. As Su Bei held her, Ji Nanjue felt a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed him lightly on the lips.

She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous; the world was heartless, and it would undoubtedly make their journey exceptionally difficult. Yet, this moment of tranquility filled her with profound satisfaction. Her perspective was subtly shifting. —Not asking for every day and night, but cherishing what they once had.

"It’s nothing."

"It’s getting late, time for bed..." Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue got up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun’s hand. Looking over the garment Li Zijun wore, she nodded, saying, "It suits you well, Zi Jun..."

Li Zijun’s face turned crimson.

Ji Nanjue then glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning a cold tone, "As a punishment, you’ll sleep outside tonight, and I’ll snuggle with Zi Jun."

"How does that sound, 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 with some reluctance, "That doesn’t seem right... it’s going to rain outside."

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was trying to give him an out; she must have sensed the earlier awkwardness.

A warmth filled his heart as he looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I’ll just go outside..."

At that moment, the faint sound of footsteps approached from not far away.

The sudden noise made everyone frown. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?"

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