All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 609 - 351_2
If only I were really a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a brand new energy flow through his body, and he murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to improve in terms of control.
In this world, myriad techniques and changes all follow the same principle, and what countless cultivators seek is the grand immortality that grants eternal life.
Only those cultivators who achieve lesser immortality truly deserve the title "Immortal," having preliminarily "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, while it is not as extreme as becoming one with the sword, if one wishes to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one must at least nurture a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of one's own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, his Dantian Knowledge Sea completely opened. His soul spilled out, merging with the heavens and earth, and he saw himself seated cross-legged.
His soul entwined itself around the Missing Departure, then returned to his body.
Touching the sword again, he could feel a newfound closeness compared to just moments before.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and began roasting it over the fire. "The sword is being nurtured well."
Missing Departure: "..."
Flower Bright Moon shrouded in light mist.
Footsteps gently approached from behind Su Bei, and in the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could be barely seen.
Without the moon in the vast sky, everything around was somewhat dim.
Su Bei's lips curved into a smile. Without looking, he scooped the woman into his arms and said with a laugh, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"
"Tell me! Where have you left Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke... his passion gradually began to rise.
Pressed against her, he nuzzled her ear... his touch following the contours of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind going blank as Su Bei pulled her in without resistance.
Feeling his skilled hands exploring her body, she was unable to think for a moment.
She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, and a romantic atmosphere enveloped the Daoist Temple.
Her face gradually flushed, though it was unclear if it was due to her awkward position or his large hand gripping her wrist.
Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing that something was off.
Surely, Ji Baoer's figure should be more... developed? And she wouldn't feel this... innocent. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master." Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, her small hands frantically pushing against Su Bei as she stammered nervously, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun!"
"..."
Her voice carried a hint of grievance. She turned her body sideways, looking away and biting her lip.
Su Bei froze, leaning down to stare at the woman before him in stunned silence.
What beastly thing have I done?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but he feared the gesture might be misunderstood. His hand hovered in mid-air as he swallowed nervously and said, "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 mumbled a response, her expression unclear.
"Master... c-can you get off me first?"
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently rose. He rubbed his nose, thought for a moment, and said, "Your Master really didn't know..."
As he spoke, he reached for her snow-white wrist, intending to pull her up.
The flickering firelight danced across their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun's luminous, jade-like face, a sudden impulse surged within him, and his heart began to pound.
Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been quite bold. The way Li Zijun felt to his touch was vastly different.
Yet, her gentleness, mingled with a subtle, almost intangible distance, stirred a peculiar sensation in him.
As if forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again. He extended two fingers, tentatively sliding them towards Li Zijun's face.
After a slight pause, his fingers finally touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her intelligent eyes bright as stars. She tried to pull away a little, creating a small gap between them, but this time she didn't react violently. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.
Warm and smooth as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears roll from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, sliding down her snow-white cheeks.
The flickering firelight reflected two glistening tear tracks.
Su Bei's hand stilled. He then gently slid it to Li Zijun's soft, rosy chin, tilting her face up to gaze at her stunningly beautiful countenance.
With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry."
"I..."
Li Zijun gazed at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.
Why am I crying? she wondered. Is it because of his transgression? Or because there's no possible future for us?
Seeing the momentary lapse of awareness in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to make.
Resignation?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water," Li Zijun murmured.
She gently lifted her head, a faint smile touching her lips as she blinked back the last tear. "Disciple doesn't blame you, Master."
"Sister Nan Ji gave me this dress; that's why you mistook me for her."
"..."
Su Bei offered her an embarrassed smile, forcibly suppressing the disturbing thought that had just surged within him.
Why are all my disciples so strange? he wondered. Each one feels as if we've known each other for ages, like there's some inexplicable connection between us.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, now in a fresh change of clothes, walked in. She surveyed the scene before her with a peculiar expression.
Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei and began wiping lingering droplets of water from her skin.
A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on me by now. Why is he so subdued today? What happened between these two while I was gone? The atmosphere is so strange.
"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted," Ji Nanjue asked.
Su Bei smiled at her and pulled her into an embrace.
Held in Su Bei's arms, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense his complex emotions. She tilted her head and pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth.
She had been thinking a great deal just now. The road ahead would be long and arduous; the world was unfeeling, and their path together would undoubtedly be fraught with hardship. Yet, to savor this fleeting moment of peace brought her a profound sense of contentment. Her perspective was gradually shifting.
— It wasn't about seeking an eternity together, but cherishing the moments they once had.
"It's nothing." Su Bei stroked her hair. "It's late. We should get some sleep..."
Ji Nanjue stood up and took the still somewhat dazed Li Zijun's hand. She carefully examined her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded. "Zi Jun, this dress actually suits you quite well..."
Li Zijun's face turned crimson.
Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with mock severity, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll sleep with Zi Jun and keep her company."
"How about that, Zi Jun?" she added, winking at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun hesitated, looking up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her. She said, feeling a little sorry for him, "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 sensed the earlier awkwardness.
A warmth spread through his chest. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll just go outside..."
Just then, the faint sound of footsteps approached from nearby.
The sudden noise made all three of them frown. Su Bei voiced his confusion, "Travelers, this late at night?"
"..."
