All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 637 - 364_2
"If only I were really a man…"
…
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple flickered dimly.
Gently wiping the two swords in the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a completely new energy circulating through the meridians in his body and murmured to himself, The swords need to be nourished.
The Qingping Sword had already become second nature to him, but with the Missing Departure, he still lacked some control. All the myriad laws of the world do not stray from their source; since ancient times, what countless cultivators sought was that undying longevity. Only cultivators who achieved minor longevity truly deserved the word "Immortal," as they had taken the first step in 'Achieving Dao.' For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although there was nothing as exaggerated as a complete union of person and sword, if one wished to reach the end of the cultivator's path, at the very least, they had to cultivate a Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit of their own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes as his entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened fully, his soul dispersed, merging with the world around him, and he saw himself sitting cross-legged. His soul entwined around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body. Touching the sword again, he could feel it was a bit more intimate than just a moment ago.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded with satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and started roasting it over the fire, remarking, "The sword is well-nourished."
Missing Departure: "…"
Flowers were bright and the moon dim, shrouded in a light mist.
Footsteps gently approached from behind Su Bei, where, amidst the flickering firelight, a familiar veil of white could vaguely be seen. With no moon in the sky, everything around was somewhat dim.
The corner of Su Bei's mouth curved into a smile. Without looking back, he swept the woman into his embrace, chuckling, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"…"
As they spoke… their intimacy had already begun to climb gradually.
Pressing down upon her, he caressed her earlobes… his touch following the contours of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes widened in shock, her mind went blank as Su Bei pulled her toward him. Feeling his skilled hands exploring her body, she was unable to think for a moment. Having just bathed, a delicate fragrance lingered on her, surrounding the Daoist Temple in a romantic atmosphere. Her face slowly flushed, though it was unclear whether it was because of the embarrassing actions or the wrist gripped in his large hand.
Su Bei furrowed his brows, gradually sensing something was amiss. Ji Baoer should be more… ample, and she isn't usually this… unpracticed. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master… Master." Li Zijun finally regained her composure from the shock, her small hands frantically pushing against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji… I'm Zi Jun…"
"…"
Her voice carried a hint of grievance as she turned her body away, biting her lip.
Su Bei was instantly taken aback, bending down to stare blankly at the woman before him. What sort of beastly thing have I done?
The atmosphere became awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but feared the gesture would be misunderstood. His hand hung frozen in mid-air as he swallowed hard.
"Disciple, I didn't know it was you…" he began. "You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the light is dim…"
Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her facial expression unclear.
"Master… can you get off first?"
"…"
Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her and then gingerly stood up. He touched his nose and, after a moment's thought, said, "I truly didn't know…"
As he spoke, he grasped her delicate wrist, trying to pull her up.
The firelight flickered on the faces of the two, each harboring their own thoughts.
For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's crystal-clear, jade-like face, Su Bei felt a sudden impulse rising within, and his heart began beating faster. Compared to Nan Ji, his previous actions had been quite bold. The sensations Li Zijun evoked, however, were vastly different. But the delicate gentleness combined with the subtle distance evoked a strange feeling in Su Bei.
As if forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei still raised his hand, extended two fingers, and hesitantly slid them toward Li Zijun's face. Pausing for a moment, he finally touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate body quivered gently. Her intelligent eyes, like stars, showed a hint of struggle as she created a little space between them. This time, however, she did not react violently; she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with his two fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes, pearl-like tears sliding down her snow-white cheeks. Flickering flames reflected two tear stains.
Su Bei's hand paused and then gently slid to Li Zijun's tender chin, cradling it to turn her face around, to gaze at her stunning features. With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry. I…"
Li Zijun's eyes looked at Su Bei, her beautiful pupils brimming with tears. Why am I even crying? Is it because of his offense? Or because there's no future for us? Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear.
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water." Li Zijun tilted her head up slightly. A faint smile curled her lips as she hid the last teardrop deep within her eyes. "This disciple doesn't blame you, Master," she said. "Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress; that's why Master made a mistake."
"…"
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just flared up within him. Why are all the disciples I've taken on so strange? Each one seems as though we've spent long years together, and there's always this indefinable emotion entwined between us.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in different clothes, walked in and then looked around with a peculiar expression. She sat down barefoot next to Su Bei, wiping off the water beads that had not yet dried on her body.
A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me. Why is he so calm today? What happened between these two while I was gone? The atmosphere is so odd.
"Husband, what is it? You seem distracted?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Su Bei smiled at her and then hugged Ji Nanjue's body. It seemed that in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a tangle of complex emotions, so she lifted her head and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth. She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the path ahead would be long and arduous, that the merciless world would make their journey together exceptionally difficult. However, this brief moment of peace she was currently enjoying filled her heart with satisfaction. Her mindset began to gradually change. —Not to ask for constant companionship, but to cherish having had it at all.
"It's nothing," Su Bei said, touching her hair. "It's late; we should get some sleep…"
Ji Nanjue got up and took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand. She examined her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded, remarking, "Zi Jun, you look quite good in this dress…"
Li Zijun's face turned red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coolly, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll sleep with Zi Jun in my arms. How about that, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun was taken aback. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "That doesn't seem right… It looks like it's about to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have noticed the awkwardness just now. His heart warmed. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll just sleep outside then…"
Just at that moment, faint footsteps were suddenly heard approaching from not far away.
The unexpected noise made everyone frown momentarily. Su Bei said with some confusion, "Who could it be, so late at night?"
"…"
