All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 635 - 363_2
"If only I were really a man..."
The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a brand new energy circulating through his body. He muttered to himself, "A sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but when it came to handling the Missing Departure, he still fell short in mastery.
All the myriad techniques in the world were rooted in the same principle; what countless cultivators sought after was the grand immortality that would prevent one from dying.
A cultivator who achieved minor immortality truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While the idea of 'man and sword becoming one' is an exaggeration, if one desires to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, they must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit that belonged to them.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, completely opening his Dantian Knowledge Sea. His soul diffused out, merging with the universe around him. That was when he saw himself sitting cross-legged.
His soul twined around the Missing Departure for a moment, then returned to his body.
Upon touching the sword again, he could feel it had become a bit 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 placed it over the fire to roast. "The sword has been well nurtured," he said.
Missing Departure: "..."
The Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in a light mist.
Footsteps approached gently from behind Su Bei. In the flickering light of the dim fire, one could barely make out that familiar wisp of white veil.
There was no moon in the sky, making everything around slightly gloomy.
Su Bei's lips curved into a smile. Without looking, he swept the woman into his arms by the waist, laughing, "How come Ji Baoer has returned alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke, his touch began to explore upwards. Pressing down on her, he nuzzled her ear, his hands following the curves of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind went blank as Su Bei pulled her in without resistance.
Feeling his experienced hands caressing her body, she was momentarily unable to think.
She had just bathed, and her body still carried a fragrance, an enchanting atmosphere lingering inside the Daoist Temple.
Her face gradually flushed, though it was unclear if it was because of her own embarrassing position or his hand holding her wrist.
Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to notice something was amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer's figure should be fuller... and there wasn't this sense of naivety. He could feel the woman under him trembling.
"Master... Master."
Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock. Her small hands pushed at Su Bei frantically as she said nervously, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."
"..."
Her voice carried a hint of grievance; she turned her body and head aside, biting her lip.
Su Bei froze for a moment, bending down to stare dumbfounded at the woman before him.
Had he committed an utterly beastly act?
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her little head. However, fearing this gesture would be misunderstood, his hand stiffened in mid-air. He swallowed.
"Disciple, your master didn't know it was you... You were wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the light was dim..."
Li Zijun bowed her head and mumbled a response, her facial expression unclear.
"Master... could you get off first?"
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up. He touched his nose and, after a moment's thought, said, "Your master truly didn't know..."
With that, he reached for her delicate wrist, trying to pull her up.
The firelight flickered, casting its glow on the two of them, each lost in their own thoughts.
For some reason, as Su Bei gazed upon Li Zijun's lustrous, jade-like face, a wave of impulse surged within him. His heart began to quicken.
Compared with Nan Ji, his actions just now were not slight, and the sensation Li Zijun had given him was markedly different.
Yet, that gentle but somewhat detached air made Su Bei feel a strange sensation.
As if forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand. He extended two fingers, tentatively reaching towards Li Zijun's face. After a moment's hesitation, he finally touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate frame shuddered slightly. Her bright eyes, like stars, widened slightly as she struggled, creating a small gap between them. This time, however, she did not react violently. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw tears like pearls sliding down Li Zijun's snow-white cheeks from the corners of her eyes.
The flickering firelight reflected two trails of tears.
Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's tender chin, turning her face towards him as he gazed at her stunning visage.
With two fingers, he tenderly wiped away her tears and softly said, "I'm sorry."
"Master..."
Li Zijun's eyes looked at Su Bei, filled with tears.
She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or because there would never be a future between them? Seeing the brief look of distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to wear. Was it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water."
Li Zijun gently lifted her head. Then her lips curled into a slight smile, hiding the last tear in her eye. "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master. The dress was given by Sister Nan Ji, so Master mistook me for someone else."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just surfaced.
Why were all his disciples so strange? Each one of them seemed as if they had been with him for a long time, always feeling like there was a complicated affection involved.
At that moment, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, wearing a different garment, came in, then looked around with a strange expression.
She sat down barefoot next to Su Bei, wiping the water droplets that had yet to dry from her skin.
A flash of confusion crossed her eyes; normally 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," she asked.
Su Bei smiled at her, then held Ji Nanjue in his arms.
In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a rush of complex emotions. She tilted her head up and planted a kiss at the corner of Su Bei's mouth.
She had been thinking a lot just now. She knew the road ahead was long and difficult. The world was heartless, often making their journey extraordinarily tough. Yet, to be able to enjoy these moments of tranquility brought some satisfaction to her heart.
Her perspective began to shift slightly.
—Not longing for a lifetime together but cherishing the time we've had.
"It's nothing."
"It's late, time to sleep..." Su Bei stroked her hair.
Ji Nanjue stood up, taking the absent-minded Li Zijun's hand. She looked carefully at her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."
Li Zijun's face flushed.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei, feigning coldness. "To punish you, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll hold Zi Jun as we sleep. Is that okay, Zi Jun?"
She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun was startled. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said, somewhat reluctantly, "That doesn't seem right... it's going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him a way out; she must have sensed the awkwardness just now.
He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll go outside then..."
Just then, the sound of faint footsteps approached from not far away.
The sudden noise made everyone frown. Su Bei asked with a hint of confusion, "Who could be out walking this late at night?"
"..."
