All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 577 - Three Hundred and Thirty-Five_2

If only I were really a man...

...

The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the new flow of energy coursing through every part of his body, and murmured,

"Swords need to be nourished."

To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to Missing Departure, his control over it still lacked a great deal.

All techniques may vary, but they don't deviate from the fundamental principle. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought the same thing: the great immortality that could prevent death itself.

Only those cultivators who achieved lesser immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having taken the initial steps in "Achieving Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the principle of the sword nourishing the person, and the person in turn nourishing the sword, was crucial. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as the unity of sword and human, if one wanted to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, at the very least one had to cultivate a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of their own.

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

His soul entwined around Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body.

Touching the sword again, he could feel it had grown more intimate than just a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and began roasting it over the fire.

"The sword has been well nourished."

Missing Departure: "..."

「Bright flowers and a dim moon were shrouded in light mist.」

Footsteps approached quietly from behind Su Bei, and in the flickering firelight, he could make out a familiar wisp of white gauze.

With no moon in the sky, everything around was somewhat dim.

A smile curved Su Bei's lips; without looking, he reached out, grabbed the woman by her waist, and pulled her into his embrace, laughing,

"Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?

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

"..."

As he spoke... his hands had already started to gradually ascend.

He pressed down on her, his hands trailing... along the undulating curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide open, her mind a blank, letting Su Bei pull her close just like that.

Feeling his large hands moving skillfully over her, she was momentarily unable to think.

She had just bathed, and a faint fragrance still clung to her, enveloping the Daoist Temple in an amorous atmosphere.

Her face gradually turned red. It was unclear if it was due to the embarrassment of her situation or because of his grip on her wrist.

Su Bei frowned slightly, also starting to realize something was off.

Clearly, Ji Baoer's body should be more developed... and she also wouldn't feel this inexperienced. It seems I can even feel the woman beneath me trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally regained her senses from the shock, her small hands pushing at Su Bei in a panic, nervously saying,

"I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her words carried a hint of grievance as she turned her body to face away, biting her lip.

Su Bei was stunned for a moment, then leaned down to look, dumbfounded, at the woman before him.

What beastly thing had I just done?

The atmosphere grew awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her small head, but he feared the gesture would be misunderstood. His large hand froze in mid-air as he swallowed hard and said,

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

"You're wearing your Teacher's Wife's clothes, and the light from the fire is dim..."

Li Zijun lowered her head and responded vaguely, her facial expression unclear.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up, touched his nose, thought for a moment, and then said,

"Your Master truly didn't know..."

Saying so, he grabbed her snow-white wrist, planning to pull her up.

The firelight brightened and dimmed, casting its glow upon the faces of two people, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed upon Li Zijun's translucent, jade-like face, a surge of impulse rose within him, and his heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, his earlier actions had been quite bold, and the way Li Zijun felt beneath him was vastly different.

However, that gentle yet faintly distant demeanor invoked a strange feeling in Su Bei.

As if forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again, extending two fingers tentatively toward Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment before ultimately touching her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shuddered slightly, her intelligent eyes like twinkling stars. She struggled to create a small gap between them, but this time, she didn't react strongly. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Gentle as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw a tear, round as a pearl, slide down from the corner of Li Zijun's eye along her snow-white cheek.

The flickering firelight reflected twin tear streaks.

Su Bei's hand paused, then softly moved to Li Zijun's tender chin, guiding it to turn toward him as he gazed at her exquisitely beautiful face.

With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly,

"I'm sorry.

"Your Master..."

Li Zijun's eyes looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

She did not know why she was crying.

Was it because of his offense?

Or because it was destined for there to be no outcome between them?

Seeing the brief distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to make.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, then a small smile curled at her lips as she hid the last tear in the corner of her eye.

"Your disciple does not blame you, Master.

"Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress, which is why Master mistook me for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, pushing down the dreadful thoughts that had risen in him for a moment.

Why were all his disciples so strange?

Each one seemed to share a long history with him, as though there was some indescribable feeling involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, now dressed in different clothes, walked in, her expression oddly scrutinizing everything before her.

She sat down next to Su Bei with bare feet, wiping the still-wet water droplets from her skin.

A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. Usually, he would have thrown himself at me by now; why is he so composed today?

What happened between them while I was away?

The atmosphere is so odd.

"Husband, what's the matter? You seem distracted."

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

Within Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complexity of emotions. She lifted her head and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

She had been thinking a lot just now. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous. The ways of the world were unfeeling, often making their journey extraordinarily difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy these moments of tranquility made her feel quite content.

Her mindset gradually began to shift.

—Not seeking to be together every morning and evening, but to have once possessed.ŸŸŸ

"It's nothing," Su Bei stroked her hair.

"It's late; we should sleep..."

Ji Nanjue got up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun by the hand, carefully looking over the dress Li Zijun wore—her own dress—and nodding.

"Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coldly,

"As punishment for you, you will sleep outside tonight, and I will sleep cuddling Zi Jun.

"What do you think, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was taken aback, looked up at Su Bei, then turned to Ji Nanjue beside her and said with some reluctance,

"That doesn't seem right... It's going to rain outside."

Su Bei of course knew Nan Ji was giving him a way out; she must have sensed the earlier awkwardness.

Feeling a warmth in his heart, he looked at Ji Nanjue and said,

"I'll go outside..."

Just then, faint footsteps were suddenly heard approaching from not far away.

Everyone's brows furrowed at the unexpected sound, and Su Bei wondered aloud,

"Who could be walking about at this late hour?"

"..."