All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 599 - 346_2

"If only I really were a man..."

...

The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the entirely new flow of Qi within her body circulating through her bones and muscles, murmuring to herself, "The sword must be nourished."

For her, the Qingping Sword was already second nature, but she had to admit that her control over the Missing Departure was lacking. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

In this world, all myriad techniques and variations do not stray from their origins; what countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is the great everlasting life that can defy death. Only those cultivators who have achieved the minor eternity can truly deserve the title of 'Immortal,' having initially 'Achieved Dao.' For Sword Cultivators, as the sword nourishes the person, the person nourishes the sword. Although there's no such exaggeration as becoming one with the sword, if one wishes to reach the end of a cultivator's path, at the very least, they must nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.

Su Bei slowly closed her eyes. Her entire Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, her soul drifting out and merging with the surrounding heaven and earth, where she could see herself sitting cross-legged.

Her soul wound around the Missing Departure for a moment, then returned to her body. When she touched the sword again, it felt a few degrees more affectionate than just a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded with satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and roasted it over the fire, "The sword has been well-nourished."

Missing Departure: "..."

「Bright flowers, a dim moon, shrouded in faint mist.」

Footsteps approached gently from behind Su Bei, and in the flickering firelight, one could barely make out the familiar silhouette of white gauze.

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

Curving into a smile, Su Bei didn't bother to look as she wrapped her arm around the woman's waist and brought her into an embrace, laughing as she said, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone? Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

In the midst of talking... a climbing intensity began. Pressing down on her, tracing the curve of her ear... following the contours of her form.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind a blank slate, allowing Su Bei to pull her close just like that. Feeling Su Bei's experienced hand caressing her body, she couldn't find the capacity to think.

She had just taken a bath, her body still fragrant, a romantic atmosphere enveloping the inside of the Daoist Temple. Her face slowly turned a rosy hue, though it was unclear if it was from the embarrassing movement or from being held by the wrist in Su Bei's large hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing that something was amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer's figure should be more... and also not so tender; it seemed like I could even feel the woman trembling beneath me.

"Mas... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, pushing against Su Bei with her small hands in a panic, anxiously saying, "I am not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her words carried a touch of grievance as she turned her body aside, biting her lip.

Su Bei was instantly taken aback, leaning down to stare blankly at the woman in front of her. Had I just done something utterly despicable?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei, wanting to offer comfort, reached to pat her head but feared she might misunderstand. Her large hand halted in mid-air, and she swallowed nervously, "Disciple, your master did not realize it was you... You were wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight was dim..."

Li Zijun mumbled a response with her head down, her facial expression unreadable.

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

"..."

Su Bei offered her an awkward smile, then gently stood up, touched her nose, and began to speak after a moment of thought, "Your master truly did not know..."

As she spoke, she grabbed Li Zijun's wrist, trying to help her rise.

The flickering firelight cast shadows upon the faces of the two, each preoccupied with their thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun's translucent, jade-like complexion, a surge of impulse arose in her, and her heart unexpectedly began beating faster. Compared to Nan Ji, the movements she had just made were not small, and the sensation that Li Zijun provided was quite different. Yet, that gentle yet slightly distant feeling provoked a strange sensation within Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the prior embarrassment, Su Bei still raised her hand, extending two fingers and tentatively sliding them toward Li Zijun's cheek. She paused for a moment before ultimately making contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her brilliant eyes like stars. She opened a small gap in her struggle but did not react strongly this time. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with two fingers.

Gentle as jade.

All of a sudden, Su Bei saw something unexpected—pearl-like tears were falling from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes, sliding down her snowy white cheeks. The flickering firelight cast two trails of teardrops.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently moved to Li Zijun's tender chin, lifting it to turn her face and gaze upon her stunning visage. With two fingers, she gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry. This master..."

Li Zijun's eyes looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. Why am I crying? she wondered. Is it because of her transgression? Or is it because whatever lay between us is not meant to be?

Upon seeing the brief moment of distraction in Su Bei's eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to make. Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head and then curled her lips into a faint smile, hiding the last teardrop in her eyes, "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master. Sister Nan Ji gave me the skirt; it's because of that you mistook me for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just risen momentarily. Why are all the disciples I take on so peculiar? Each seems to have shared long years with me, always giving the impression of an inexplicable sentiment involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in different clothes, walked in, then looked around with a strange expression. She sat down beside Su Bei, barefoot, and wiped the not-yet-dried water beads from herself.

A hint of doubt flickered in her eyes. Normally, she would have pounced on me, so why is she so calm today? What happened between them while I was away? The atmosphere is so odd.

"Husband, what's wrong? Distracted?"

Su Bei smiled at her, then hugged Ji Nanjue's body.

It seemed that within Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue could feel a complexity of emotions. She tilted her head back and kissed Su Bei on the corner of her lips. I've thought about so many things just now. I know the road ahead will be long and arduous, that the ways of the world are merciless, always making our path exceedingly difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility fills me with satisfaction.

Her mentality gradually started to change.

Not asking to be together every moment, just cherishing what once was.

"It's nothing," Su Bei said, touching Ji Nanjue's hair. "It's late, we should sleep..."

Ji Nanjue rose and took Li Zijun's absent-minded hand, carefully looking at the gown she was wearing and nodded, "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and feigned a cold tone, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight—I'm going to cuddle up with Zi Jun. Is that okay with you, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun paused, then lifted her head to look at Su Bei and then at Ji Nanjue beside her. She said with some reluctance, "That doesn't seem right... It's about to rain outside."

Su Bei, of course, knew that Nan Ji was giving her a way out; she must have noticed the awkwardness just now. She felt a warmth in her heart, looked at Ji Nanjue, and said, "I'll just go outside..."

Just then, a faint sound of footsteps came from not far away.

The sudden noise made everyone frown instantly. Su Bei voiced her doubts, "Who could it be at this late hour?"

"..."