All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 529 - Three Hundred and Eleven_2

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

The glow from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, sensing the fresh Qi flowing through all his limbs, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs to be nourished."

The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still lacked some control.

The myriad laws of the world varied infinitely but did not depart from their essence. What countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was the grand immortality, the eternal life.

Only cultivators who achieved minor immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nourishes the person, and the person nourishes the sword. Although it was not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, to reach the end of a cultivator’s path, one had to, at the very least, cultivate a Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit of one’s own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened up completely, and his soul drifted out, merging with the world around him. There, he saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul wound around the Missing Departure once and then returned to his body.

Touching the sword again, he could feel an increment of intimacy compared to just a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and roasted it over the fire, remarking aloud, "The sword is well nourished."

Missing Departure: "..."

「Flower Bright Moon shrouded in faint mist.」

Footsteps lightly approached from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering firelight, one could vaguely see the familiar wisp of white gauze.

The sky was moonless, and everything around seemed somewhat dim.

Su Bei’s lips curved into an arc. Without looking back, he embraced the woman by her waist and laughed, "How come Ji Baoer is back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

Meanwhile... the tension was already rising.

Pressed against her, he caressed her earlobe... moving in tune with the contours of her body.

Li Zijun’s eyes were wide, her mind a blank slate, as Su Bei pulled her in, his experienced hands already roaming over her.

She had just bathed. Her body still carried a fragrance, enveloping the Daoist Temple in an enchanting ambiance.

Her complexion gradually reddened, whether from her mortifying position or from his hand gripping her wrist.

Su Bei furrowed his brows, gradually realizing something was amiss.

Surely, Ji Baoer should have felt more... ample? And she wouldn’t have this kind of unripe sensation. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally regained her senses. Her small hands somewhat frantically pushed against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I’m not Sister Nan Ji... I’m Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her words were laced with a hint of grievance. She turned her head away, biting her lip.

Su Bei was taken aback. He leaned in to stare blankly at the girl before him.

What kind of beastly act had he just committed?

The mood turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but he feared she might misunderstand. His hand froze mid-air, and he swallowed hard.

"Disciple, your Master didn’t know it was you..."

"You were wearing your Mistress’s clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

Li Zijun murmured a muffled reply with her head bowed, her expression unclear.

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

"..."

Su Bei smiled at her awkwardly and then gently got up. He touched his nose and, after a moment’s thought, said, "Your Master truly didn’t know..."

Saying this, he grabbed her snow-white wrist, attempting to pull her to her feet.

The firelight flickered, casting shadows on the faces of the two, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun’s translucent, jade-like face, an impulse surged within him, and his heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, the advances he had just made were undeniably bold, and Li Zijun’s response, or lack thereof, was vastly different.

Yet her gentle demeanor, coupled with an almost imperceptible distance, stirred a peculiar feeling in Su Bei.

As if forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again, tentatively reaching out two fingers towards Li Zijun’s face.

He paused for a moment, but ultimately, his fingers touched her smooth-as-jade cheek.

Li Zijun’s delicate body trembled slightly. Her bright, star-like eyes showed a flicker of resistance, creating a small space between them, but this time she did not react fiercely. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.

Warm and gentle as jade.

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 two trails of tears.

Su Bei’s hand stopped. He then gently slid it to Li Zijun’s tender chin, tilting her head up to gaze into her stunning face.

His fingers tenderly wiped away her tears as he softly said, "I’m sorry."

"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 for them together?

Seeing that momentary lapse of focus in his eyes, Li Zijun didn’t know what expression to make.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun tilted her head up slightly, then curved her lips into a smile, hiding the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn’t blame you, Master," she said.

"The dress was a gift from Sister Nan Ji; that’s why Master mistook me for her."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the dreadful thoughts that had just surfaced within him.

Why are all the disciples he’s taken on so strange?

Each one seemed as though they had shared long years with him, always exuding an inexplicable, intertwined emotion.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, having changed into another garment, walked in. She then looked around, a strange expression on her face.

She sat down beside Su Bei, her feet bare, and wiped away the lingering water droplets from her skin.

A hint of confusion flashed in 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 odd.

"Husband, what’s wrong? You seem distracted."

Su Bei smiled at her and then held Ji Nanjue close.

Within Su Bei’s embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex mix of emotions. She looked up and kissed the corner of Su Bei’s mouth.

She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead was long and difficult. The world was heartless, often making their journey together exceptionally tough, but being able to enjoy this moment of peace brought her a sense of satisfaction. Her mindset had gradually begun to shift. —Not to ask for eternal companionship, but to cherish the times they had shared.

"It’s nothing."

"It’s late; we should sleep..."

Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue got up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun by the hand. Carefully examining the dress Li Zijun wore, Ji Nanjue nodded and said, "Zi Jun, you look quite fetching in this dress..."

Li Zijun’s face turned crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning a cold tone, "As punishment, you’ll sleep outside tonight. 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 reluctantly, "That doesn’t seem right... It looks like it’s going to rain outside."

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness.

A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I’ll just go outside then..."

Just then, faint footsteps were heard approaching from nearby.

The sudden sound made everyone frown. Su Bei asked in confusion, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"..."