If only I were truly a man...
...
The glow of the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and somber.
As Su Bei gently wiped the twin swords inside the Sword Box, he felt a fresh surge of energy coursing through his body and muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
He had mastered the Qingping Sword, but his control over Missing Departure still needed improvent.
In this world, endless thods seek the sa principle: the eternal life sought by countless cultivators since ancient tis.
Only those cultivators who achieve a lesser immortality truly deserve the title "Immortal," having taken the initial step towards Achieving Dao. For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. This is not to the exaggerated extent of rging as one, but at the very least, one must cultivate a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of one's very own.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, opening up his entire Dantian Knowledge Sea. His soul drifted out, rging with the surroundings, and then he could see himself sitting cross-legged.
His soul wound around Missing Departure, then returned to its vessel.
Upon touching the sword again, he felt it was now a few degrees more intimate than just a mont before.
Watching this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword and skewered a piece of pork, roasting it over the fire, "The sword is nurtured well."
Missing Departure: "..."
Flower Bright Moon was dim, shrouded in light mist.
Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei; within the faint, flickering firelight, a familiar white gauze could just about be discerned.
The sky was without a moon; everything around was sowhat dim.
A smile curved Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he swept the girl into his arms, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you returned alone?"
"Tell ! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"
"..."
As he spoke...his arousal began to gradually build.
Pressed against her, he nuzzled her ear, his own body moving with the curves of hers.
Li Zijun's eyes widened in shock, her mind going blank, letting Su Bei pull her in without resistance.
Feeling his skillful hands roaming over her body, she found herself unable to think for a mont.
She had just taken a bath, her body still fragrant, a romantic atmosphere enveloping the Daoist Temple's interior.
Her cheeks gradually flushed, yet it was unclear whether it was due to her awkward movents or because his hand was clasping her wrist.
Su Bei furrowed his brow, slowly becoming aware that sothing was amiss.
Surely Ji Baoer should have been more... responsive, and not so inexperienced. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.
"Master... Master."
Li Zijun finally regained her senses from the shock, pushing at Su Bei with small, frantic hands, and said nervously, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."
"..."
The words carried a hint of grievance as she turned her body aside, biting her lip.
Su Bei was instantly taken aback, gazing down at the woman before him in a daze. What despicable thing had he done?
The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to console her by patting her little head, but he feared this gesture might be misinterpreted. His hand froze in mid-air as he swallowed dryly, "Disciple, your teacher didn't know it was you..."
"You're wearing your teacher's wife's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."
Li Zijun mumbled a muffled response, her expression unreadable.
"Master... could you please get off first."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up, touched his nose, and after a mont said, "Your teacher truly didn't know..."
Saying this, he grabbed her slender wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.
The flickering firelight cast a glow upon the faces of both, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.
For so reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's crystal-clear, jade-like face, a surge of impulse rose within him, and his heart inexplicably quickened.
Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been quite bold. Yet, the way Li Zijun felt beneath him, her physical presence, was clearly very different.
But that gentleness, paired with an elusive, faint sense of distance, sparked a strange feeling in Su Bei.
As if forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei still raised his hand, extending two fingers tentatively towards Li Zijun's face.
He paused montarily before ultimately touching her smooth, jade-like cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her bright eyes like stars. She created a bit of space for herself, and this ti, without any drastic reaction, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.
As tender as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears sliding down her snow-white cheeks from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes.
The flickering flas reflected two trails of tears.
Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's soft chin, lifting it to gaze deeply into her breathtaking face.
With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears, whispering softly, "I'm sorry."
"Teacher..."
Li Zijun's eyes t Su Bei's, brimming with tears.
Why was she crying? Was it because of his transgression? Or because their relationship was dood to have no future?
Seeing that montary absentmindedness in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to wear. Resignation?
"Flower in the mirror, moon on the water."
Li Zijun gently raised her head, then her lips curled into a smile, hiding her last tear within her eyes, "Disciple does not bla you, Master."
"The skirt was given by Sister Nan Ji, so Master mistook for soone else because of it."
"..."
Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, suppressing the terrifying thought that had briefly arisen in him.
Why were all the disciples he took on so peculiar? Each one seed as though they had spent long years with him, always leaving him with a feeling there was so indescribable sentint involved.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, dressed in a different set of clothes, walked in, observing the situation with an odd expression.
She sat down barefoot beside Su Bei, wiping the not-yet-dry water droplets near him.
A hint of puzzlent flashed in her eyes. Usually, 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 certainly strange.
"Husband, what's wrong? You seem preoccupied?"
Su Bei smiled at her, then wrapped his arms around Ji Nanjue.
In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a myriad of complex emotions. She lifted her head and kissed him lightly on the lips.
She had been thinking about many things. She knew the path ahead was long and arduous, and that the indifferent world would always make their journey exceedingly tough. However, the tranquility of this mont brought her deep satisfaction.
Her mindset gradually began to shift. Not seeking to be together day and night, but content to have once possessed.
"It's nothing."
"It's late, let's sleep..."
Su Bei stroked her hair.
Ji Nanjue stood up and gently took the preoccupied Li Zijun's hand—examining her own dress that Li Zijun was wearing—and nodded, "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."
Li Zijun's face flushed crimson.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said in a deliberately cold tone, "As punishnt, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun."
"How about that, Zi Jun?"
She winked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun was taken aback, looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with reluctance, "That doesn't seem right... Besides, it looks like it's going to rain outside."
Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him a way out, probably having noticed the awkwardness from before.
Touched, he looked at Ji Nanjue, "I'll just go outside..."
At that mont, faint footsteps were heard not far away.
The sudden sound caused everyone to frown, and Su Bei said with confusion, "Who could be passing by so late at night?"
"..."
Reviews
All reviews (0)