All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 551 - Three Hundred and Twenty-Two_2

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

...

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the entirely new inner strength coursing through his body, and muttered to himself, "The sword needs nourishing."

To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.

Though the myriad methods under heaven constantly change, they never deviate from their core principle. What countless cultivators have sought since ancient times remains that great state of eternal life, the one that allows them to escape death.

Only cultivators who had achieved minor immortality were truly worthy of the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the principle was that the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. While it was not as exaggerated as the concept of becoming one with their sword, to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, they had to, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of their own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, his soul drifting out and merging with the world around him, allowing him to see himself seated in meditation.

His soul wrapped around the Missing Departure once, then returned to his body.

Upon touching the sword again, he could feel it had become more intimate than just a moment ago.

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, "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, a familiar wisp of white veil could barely be seen.

The sky was moonless; everything around was somewhat dim.

A smile curved Su Bei's lips. Without even looking, he scooped the woman into his arms with a laugh and said, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As he spoke... things were gradually heating up. Pressing on top of her, caressing her earlobe... following the contours of her curves.

Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind a blank slate, letting Su Bei simply pull her over. Feeling his skilled hands roaming over her body, she found herself unable to think for a moment.

Having just bathed, her body was still fragrant, and an enchanting atmosphere lingered within the Daoist Temple. Her face slowly turned rosy, though it was unclear whether it was due to her own embarrassing position or because of the wrist held firmly in his hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing that something was amiss. Clearly, that part of Ji Baoer should have felt more... and not so inexperienced; he could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock. Her small hands frantically pushed at Su Bei as she nervously said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance. She twisted her body to the side, biting her lip.

Su Bei was immediately taken aback. He leaned in, staring dumbfounded at the woman before him.

What beastly act had he just committed?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to gently pat her head to comfort her, but he feared this action would lead to misunderstanding. His hand hovered in mid-air. Swallowing hard, he said, "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you... You're wearing your mistress's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

Li Zijun lowered her head and murmured a muffled response, her expression unclear. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently got up. He touched his nose thoughtfully and said, "Your master truly didn't know..."

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

The flickering firelight shone on their faces, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

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

Compared to Nan Ji, the moves he had just made were far from gentle, and Li Zijun gave him a vastly different sensation in how she felt. But that gentle yet subtle aloofness stirred a strange feeling within Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand, extending two fingers hesitantly toward Li Zijun's face. After a pause, he finally made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate frame shuddered slightly. Her intelligent eyes, sparkling like stars, showed her struggle as she tried to pull away slightly. This time, however, she did not react violently. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.

It was warm and lustrous as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears roll from the corner of Li Zijun's eye, gliding down her snow-white cheeks. The flickering firelight reflected two tear stains.

Su Bei's hand paused. It then gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin, tilting her face up so he could gaze into her stunning features. With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears, softly saying, "I'm sorry."

"I..."

Li Zijun looked up at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

She didn't know why her tears were falling. Was it because of his offense? Or was it because the two of them were fated to have no future?

Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear. Was it helplessness?

"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water." Li Zijun lightly lifted her head, a faint smile curving her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn't blame Master. Sister Nan Ji gave me this skirt. That's why Master mistook me for her."

"..."

Su Bei gave an awkward chuckle, suppressing the terrifying thoughts that had surged within him moments before.

Why were all the disciples he took on so strange? Each one seemed as if they had shared long years with him; there was always this indescribable emotion involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in a different outfit, walked in. She then looked around with a curious expression, taking in the scene before her.

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

A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes. Normally, he would throw himself at her, so why was he so calm today? What happened between them while she was gone? The atmosphere was so peculiar.

"My lord, what is it? You seem distracted," Ji Nanjue asked.

Su Bei grinned at her and then wrapped his arms around Ji Nanjue's body.

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a whirlwind of complex emotions from him. She tilted her head up and planted a kiss on the corner of Su Bei's mouth.

She had been deep in thought just now. She knew the road ahead for them was long and arduous; the world was heartless, always making their journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of peace brought a profound satisfaction to her heart. Her mindset began to shift subtly. —Not to seek to be together day and night, but to cherish having once possessed these moments.

"It's nothing," Su Bei said, stroking her hair. "It's late; we should sleep..."

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the seemingly absentminded Li Zijun by the hand. Examining her own dress on Li Zijun, she nodded approvingly. "Zi Jun, you look quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, her voice feigning coldness, "As a punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun. Is that alright with you, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun paused, taken aback. She glanced at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said reluctantly, "This doesn't seem right... It looks like it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was trying to give him an out. She must have seen the earlier awkwardness. His heart warmed. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll just go outside then..."

Just then, faint footsteps approached from not far away. The sudden sound made everyone frown. Su Bei, somewhat confused, asked, "Who could be walking around at this time of night?"

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