All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 605 - 349_2

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

...

The glow of the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling the brand new stream of energy moving through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

He was already adept with the Qingping Sword, but when it came to Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.

In this world, all the myriad laws and changes never stray from their origins. What countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is that great immortality that defies death.

Only those cultivators who have achieved minor immortality truly deserve the title of 'Immortal', having initially 'Achieved Dao'. For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although there isn't something as exaggerated as the unity of man and sword, if one wishes to reach the end of the path of cultivation, at the very least one must cultivate a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of their own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, fully opening his Dantian Knowledge Sea. He allowed his soul to disperse and merge with the surrounding heaven and earth, where he could see himself seated in meditation.

His soul coiled around Missing Departure for a while and then returned to his body.

Upon touching the sword again, he could feel it had grown a few degrees more intimate 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 nurtured well."

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in a light mist.

Footsteps softly approached from behind Su Bei, and in the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could barely be seen.

The sky was moonless, casting everything around in shadow.

A smile curved Su Bei's lips, and without looking, he swept the woman into his arms, laughing, "How come Ji Baoer is back by herself?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

In the meantime... temperatures were already rising.

He pressed down on her, his hand brushing her ear, then tracing the contours of her body as it rose and fell.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide open, her mind blank as Su Bei pulled her abruptly towards himself.

Feeling his experienced hands on her body, she couldn't think straight.

She had just bathed, and her lingering fragrance wrapped the Daoist Temple in an enchanting atmosphere.

Her face flushed, but it was unclear if it was because of the awkwardness of her position or because of the wrist he was holding.

Su Bei frowned and gradually began to realize that something was not right.

Surely Ji Baoer's form should feel more... mature, and not so green. And it seemed that the woman beneath him was trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, her small hands frantically pushing at Su Bei as she nervously said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance as she turned and looked away, biting her lip.

Su Bei was taken aback for a moment, bending down to stare blankly at the woman before him.

What had he done that was worse than a beast?

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Although Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, he was afraid that gesture might cause a misunderstanding. His hand froze in mid-air as he swallowed nervously, "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you..."

"You are wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the light from the fire is dim..."

Li Zijun mumbled a low reply without raising her head, her expression hidden.

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

"..."

Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, then gently got up. He touched his nose and, after some thought, said, "Your master truly didn't know..."

As he spoke, he grabbed her delicate wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.

The firelight flickered on their faces, both full of their own thoughts. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun's crystal-clear, jade-like complexion, an impulsive feeling welled up within him, and his heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, the extent of his previous actions was not insignificant, and the feeling that Li Zijun imparted was obviously quite different.

However, that tender yet somewhat distant demeanor aroused an odd sensation within Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei still raised his hand, extending two fingers tentatively toward Li Zijun's cheek.

He hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he touched the smoothness of her jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's body shivered slightly, her intelligent eyes bright as stars. In her struggle, she managed to create some distance, but this time she did not react violently. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to softly stroke her beautiful face with two fingers.

Gentle as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes, pearl-like tears cascading down her snow-white cheeks.

The flickering firelight reflected two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then softly slid to Li Zijun's tender chin, lifting it to gaze at her stunningly beautiful face.

With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Master..."

Li Zijun looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

She didn't know why these tears were falling. Was it because of his transgression? Or because it was fated that there would be no outcome between them?

Witnessing the fleeting moment of distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear. Was it resignation?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, her lips curving into a smile as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes, "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."

"Sister Nan Ji gave me this skirt. That's why you mistook me for her, Master."

"..."

Su Bei smiled sheepishly at her, pushing down the terrifying thought that had just surged through him.

Why were all the disciples he took so strange? Each one seemed as if they had spent ages with him, and there was always this indefinable sentiment between them.

At that moment, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue walked in wearing a different garment, surveying the scene with a peculiar expression.

Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei and began to wipe away lingering water droplets from her skin.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Why hadn't he pounced on her when she returned, like he usually did? Why was he so composed today? What had happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.

"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted?"

Su Bei smiled at her and pulled Ji Nanjue into his embrace.

Sensing the complicated emotions in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue looked up and kissed him on the lips.

She had been thinking about many things just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous; the world's cruelty would often make their path together exceedingly difficult. Yet, enjoying this moment of tranquility filled her with satisfaction.

Her mindset gradually began to shift.

—Asking not for eternal companionship, but to have once possessed it.

"It's nothing."

"It's late; we should sleep..."

Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the distracted Li Zijun's hand. Carefully examining the clothes Li Zijun wore, she nodded, "Zi Jun, this outfit suits you well..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with feigned coldness, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll cuddle with Zi Jun."

"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 hesitantly, "That doesn't seem right... And it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out, likely having sensed the earlier awkwardness.

Warmth spread through his heart as he looked at Ji Nanjue, "I'll go outside then..."

Just then, faint footsteps came from not far away.

...

The sudden sound made everyone frown. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could it be at this late hour?"

"..."