All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 625 - 359_2
If only I were really a man...
...
The light from the firewood pile inside the Daoist Temple was dim and drowsy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a new energy flow through his body. He murmured to himself, "Swords need to be nurtured."
To him, the Qingping Sword was already like second nature, but his control over the Missing Departure still left much to be desired.
In this world, myriad methods and transformations do not stray from their origin. Since ancient times, numerous cultivators have sought the ultimate longevity: immortality.
Only cultivators who have achieved minor longevity truly deserve the title of "Immortal," having initially achieved Dao. For Sword Cultivators, the saying goes: swords nurture people, people nurture swords. Although it's not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, if one wishes to reach the end of a cultivator's path, one must at least cultivate a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely. His soul dispersed, blending with the surrounding world, and there he saw himself sitting cross-legged.
His soul wound around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body.
Touching the sword again, he felt it was a touch more intimate than 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, remarking, "The sword is nurtured well."
Missing Departure: "..."
Flower Bright Moon, faintly veiled in light mist.
Footsteps quietly approached from behind Su Bei. The flickering firelight allowed glimpses of a familiar wisp of white veil.
The sky was moonless, and everything around was dim.
The corners of Su Bei's mouth curved into an arc. Without looking, he wrapped an arm around the woman's waist and said with a laugh, "Ji Baoer, how have you come back alone?"
"Speak! Where did you abandon Zi Jun?"
"..."
As they spoke... the atmosphere began to heat up.
Pressing down on her, his hand caressed her earlobe... moving with the undulations of her curves.
Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind blank as Su Bei pulled her close.
His hand skillfully explored her body, leaving her no room 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 was due to the embarrassing intimacy or because of the wrist caught in his firm grip.
Su Bei frowned, slowly realizing something was amiss.
Clearly, Ji Baoer's figure here should be more... ample... and not so inexperienced. He could also feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master..."
Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock. Her small hands flusteredly pushed against Su Bei as she said with urgency, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her words carried a hint of grievance. She turned her head away and bit her lip.
Su Bei froze, stunned. He leaned down, looking dumbfoundedly at the woman before him.
What beastly thing have I done?
An awkward air hung between them. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but was afraid she might misunderstand. His hand froze mid-air, and he swallowed nervously, "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 mumbled a low reply, her expression hidden.
"Master... Can you please get off first?"
"..."
Su Bei gave an embarrassed smile, then lightly stood up. He touched his nose and hesitantly said, "Your master truly didn't know..."
As he spoke, he grasped her snowy wrist, intending to help her up.
The firelight flickered, casting shadows on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun's clear, jade-like face, a rush of impulse welled up inside him, and his heart began to race.
Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had not been subtle. The way Li Zijun felt beneath him, however, was vastly different.
Yet, that gentleness, coupled with a faint, almost imperceptible aloofness, stirred a strange feeling within Su Bei.
As if forgetting the previous embarrassment, Su Bei raised his hand again. Extending two fingers, he tentatively slid them across Li Zijun's face.
After a moment's pause, he finally touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly. Her intelligent eyes, like stars, showed a momentary struggle as she tried to create some distance. This time, however, she did not react intensely. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his fingers.
Warm and smooth as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearlescent teardrops slide from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing paths down her snow-white cheeks.
The flickering firelight reflected two tear-streaks.
Su Bei's hand stilled, then gently slid to Li Zijun's soft chin. He lifted it, gazing into her stunning face.
With two fingers, he tenderly wiped away her tears, whispering softly, "I'm sorry."
"Your master..."
Li Zijun looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.
She didn't know why her tears were flowing.
Was it because of his transgression?
Or because their relationship was doomed to bear no fruit?
Seeing the fleeting distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear.
Resignation?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water."
Li Zijun gently tilted her head up. A smile touched her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Disciple doesn't blame Master."
"Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress. That's why Master mistook me for her."
"..."
Su Bei smiled sheepishly at her, suppressing the terrifying thoughts that had surged within him just moments before.
Why are all the disciples I take on so strange? Each one seems as if they've shared long years with me; there's always this sense of an indescribable, unclear emotion between us.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, having changed into different clothes, walked in, her expression curious as she surveyed the scene.
Barefoot, she sat beside Su Bei, wiping the lingering water droplets from her skin.
A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me by now. Why is he so calm today? What happened between them while I was away? The atmosphere is so odd.
"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted."
Su Bei smiled at her, then held Ji Nanjue in his arms.
It seemed that in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a whirlwind of complex emotions. She tilted her head and kissed the corner of his lips.
She had been thinking about many things. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous. Life was unkind and would often make their journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of peace filled her with deep satisfaction.
Her perspective had gradually begun to shift.
I don't seek to be with him day and night; I only wish to have experienced this once.
"It's nothing."
"It's late. We should get some sleep..."
Su Bei stroked her hair.
Ji Nanjue stood up and took Li Zijun's small, listless hand. She carefully examined the dress Li Zijun was wearing and nodded, remarking, "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite good on you..."
Li Zijun's face flushed crimson.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coolly, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll sleep with Zi Jun."
"How about that, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun started. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "Isn't that a bit harsh? 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.
His heart warmed. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll go outside then…"
Just then, the faint sound of footsteps approached from nearby.
The sudden noise made them all frown. Su Bei wondered aloud, a hint of bafflement in his voice, "Who could be walking around this late at night?"
"..."
