"If only I were truly a man..."
If only I were truly a man...
The heap of firewood within the Daoist Temple glowed dimly.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a completely new stream of Qi coursing throughout his body. He murmured, "The sword must be nurtured."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it ca to the Missing Departure, his control was significantly weaker.
All laws under heaven change ceaselessly but adhere to the sa underlying principle. Since ancient tis, countless cultivators have sought immortality, the "great longevity."
A cultivator who has achieved "little longevity" truly deserves the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the man, and the man nurtures the sword. While it's not as if one can literally beco one with the sword, to reach the apex of cultivation, one must at least nurture a Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit belonging to oneself.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, his soul drifting out to rge with the surrounding world. There, he perceived himself seated in ditation.
His soul coiled around the Missing Departure for a mont, then returned to his body.
Touching the sword again, he could feel it had beco a bit more intimate than before.
Seeing this, Su Bei nodded with satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork with it, and began to roast it over the fire. "The nurturing of the sword is progressing well."
Missing Departure: "..."
The Flower Bright Moon was dim, shrouded in light mist.
Footsteps quietly approached from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could be vaguely seen.
The sky was moonless, and everything around seed sowhat dim.
A smile touched Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he suddenly wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and laughed, "Ji Baoer, why have you co back alone?"
"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
A tense silence followed. anwhile... his hand began to slowly climb.
Pressing down upon her, his thumb brushed her earlobe... following the contours of her curves.
Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her toward him without resistance.
Feeling his skilled hand caressing her body, she was montarily unable to think.
She had just bathed, her body still carrying a fragrant scent, and an enchanting atmosphere filled the Daoist Temple.
Her cheeks gradually turned rosy, though she wasn't sure if it was due to the mortifying actions or because he was holding her wrist firmly.
Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to sense that sothing was amiss. Ji Baoer's figure should have been more... ample, and she wouldn't have felt so inexperienced. I can even feel the woman beneath trembling.
"Master... Master."
Finally, Li Zijun snapped out of her shock. Her small hands frantically pushed against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I am not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..." Her words carried a hint of grievance; she turned her body to the side, biting her lip.
Su Bei was montarily stunned, looking down dumbfounded at the woman before him. What have I done? This is no better than a beast!
The atmosphere grew awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but fearing this gesture would be misunderstood, his hand halted mid-air. He swallowed hard. "Disciple, Master didn't know it was you..."
"You are dressed in your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight was faint..."
Li Zijun murmured a low response, her expression hidden in the dim light.
"Master... could you get up first?"
After a mont, Su Bei gave her an awkward smile and then gently got up. He touched his nose, thought for a mont, and then said, "Master really didn't know..."
With these words, he grasped her snow-white wrist, intending to pull her up.
The flickering firelight danced on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.
For so reason, as I gaze at Li Zijun's flawless, jade-like complexion, a sudden impulse surges through , and my heart begins to race. Su Bei thought. My actions just now were quite forward, more so than they might have been with Nan Ji, yet the sensations Li Zijun evoked as I caressed her were distinctly different. Yet, her gentle and subtly distant deanor stirs a peculiar feeling within .
Seemingly forgetting the earlier embarrassnt, Su Bei raised his hand again, tentatively reaching out two fingers towards Li Zijun's face.
He hesitated for a mont before his fingertips finally brushed against her jade-smooth cheeks.
Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her intelligent eyes sparkling like stars. She shifted, creating a little space as if to struggle, but this ti she didn't react fiercely. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with his two fingers.
Gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw a pearl-like teardrop escape the corner of Li Zijun's eye, tracing a path down her snow-white cheek.
The flickering flas reflected the two tear-streaks on her face.
Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's delicate, rosy chin, lifting it to gaze at her stunning face.
With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry."
"Master..."
Li Zijun looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.
Why am I crying? she wondered. Is it because of his offense? Or because there's no future for us? Seeing the montary bewildernt in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression she should wear. Is it helplessness?
"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water."
Li Zijun gently raised her head, a faint smile touching her lips as she hid the last teardrop deep within her eyes. "Your disciple does not bla you, Master."
"Sister Nan Ji gave the skirt, which is why Master mistook ."
There was a brief pause before Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had surged in him a mont ago.
Why are all the disciples I take on so strange? It's as if each of them has journeyed through long years with , and there always seems to be an indefinable affection woven between them.
At that mont, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in a different outfit, walked in, her expression curious as she surveyed the scene.
She sat down beside Su Bei, barefoot, and began to wipe the lingering water droplets from her skin.
A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes. Usually, he would pounce on . Why is he so subdued today? What happened between these two while I was away? The atmosphere is so strange.
"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted," Ji Nanjue asked.
Su Bei smiled at her and then held Ji Nanjue in his arms.
In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seed to sense his turbulent emotions. She tilted her head up and softly kissed the corner of his mouth.
She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the path ahead was long and arduous. The world was unfeeling, destined to make their journey exceptionally difficult. Yet, this mont of tranquility filled her with a asure of contentnt. Her mindset began to shift slightly. Not seeking to be together always, but cherishing what once was.
"It's nothing," Su Bei said, stroking her hair.
"It's late. We should sleep..."
Ji Nanjue stood up, took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand, and carefully observed her own dress on the younger girl, nodding. "Zi Jun, this dress suits you quite well..."
Li Zijun's face turned crimson.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning coldness, "As a punishnt, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll sleep with Zi Jun."
"How about that, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun paused, taken aback. She glanced up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with so hesitation, "That doesn't seem right... It looks like it's going to rain outside."
Su Bei understood. Nan Ji is giving an out, he thought. She must have sensed the awkwardness. A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll just sleep outside..."
Just then, the faint sound of footsteps ca from not far away.
The unexpected sound made everyone frown. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could be out walking this late at night?"
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