All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 678: ,,_2

If only I were truly a man...

...

The glow of the firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim.

As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, he felt the brand-new Qi coursing through his meridians and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

To him, the Qingping Sword had already become an extension of his will, but his control over the Missing Departure was still lacking.

All the countless methods in the world ultimately stemmed from the same origin. What innumerable cultivators throughout history sought was that great, undying eternal life. A cultivator who achieved minor immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, to reach the apex of cultivation, one had to at least nurture a Sword Spirit.

Their own Sword Spirit.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, his soul drifting out to merge with the surrounding world. In this state, he saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul coiled around the Missing Departure once, then returned to his body.

Touching the sword again, he felt it had become more intimate than a mere moment ago.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and began roasting it over the fire. "The sword has been nicely nurtured."

Missing Departure: ...

The Flower Bright Moon cloaked in a light mist.

Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could be vaguely discerned.

The sky was moonless, and everything around was somewhat dim.

A smile touched Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he swept the woman into his embrace by her waist and chuckled, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

...

As he spoke... his actions grew bolder, escalating...

Pressing down on her, his touch brushed her ear as his hands explored the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide, her mind a complete blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her in.

Feeling his experienced hands moving skillfully over her body, she was unable to think for a moment.

Having just bathed, she carried a lingering fragrance, and a romantic atmosphere enveloped the Daoist Temple.

Her face gradually reddened, though it was unclear whether it was from her own embarrassing position or from his large hand gripping her wrist.

Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing something was amiss.

Surely, Ji Baoer's breasts should have been fuller... and she wouldn't have felt so shy and inexperienced. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master..."

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

...

Her words carried a hint of grievance. She turned away, biting her lip.

Su Bei froze, leaning down to stare dumbly at the woman before him.

What beastly thing had he done?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but fearing further misunderstanding, his hand hung stiffly in midair. He swallowed and said, "Disciple, I didn't know it was you..."

"You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

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

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

...

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently rose. He touched his nose, thought for a moment, and said, "I truly didn't know..."

As he spoke, he grasped her snowy wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.

The flickering firelight danced on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's crystal-clear, jade-like face, Su Bei felt a sudden impulse, and his heart began to pound.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been undeniably bold. The sensations Li Zijun imparted were vastly different.

But her gentleness, coupled with a faint, elusive distance, stirred a peculiar feeling in Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again, extending two fingers tentatively towards Li Zijun's face.

He paused for a moment, then finally made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shuddered slightly, her intelligent eyes like stars. She struggled a little, creating a small gap between them, but this time, she didn't react violently. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei's fingers to gently caress her beautiful face.

Warm and smooth like jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearly tears begin to slide from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing paths down her snow-white cheeks.

The flickering flame illuminated the tear tracks.

Su Bei's hand stilled. Then, he gently slid it to Li Zijun's delicate chin, tilting her face up to gaze at her stunning features.

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

"I..."

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

She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because he had offended her? Or because their relationship was doomed?

Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know how to react.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head. A faint smile touched her lips 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 dress, which is why Master mistook me."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, suppressing the terrifying thoughts that had surged within him a moment ago.

Why are all the disciples I accept so strange? Each one seems as if they've shared long years with me; there's always this sense of an indescribable affection involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, having changed into different attire, walked in. Her expression was peculiar as she surveyed the scene.

Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei, wiping water droplets from her skin.

A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on her; why was he so calm today? What had happened between the two of them while she was gone? The atmosphere was so odd.

"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted," she asked.

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

Within Su Bei's arms, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense his complex emotions. She tilted her head and kissed his lips.

She had just been thinking a great deal. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous; the world was unfeeling, often making their journey together exceptionally difficult. But being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility filled her heart with contentment.

Her mindset began to shift subtly.

—Not seeking an eternity together, but cherishing the moments once shared.

"It's nothing," Su Bei said, stroking her hair. "It's getting late; we should sleep..."

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the distracted Li Zijun's small hand. She carefully examined her dress, now worn by Li Zijun, and nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite good in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face flushed crimson.

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

"How about that, Zi Jun?" she asked, winking at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun paused, stunned. 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 naturally knew Nan Ji was creating an out for him; she must have sensed the earlier awkwardness.

A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll go sleep outside then..."

Just then, the faint sound of footsteps came from nearby.

The unexpected sound made them all frown. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who would be out walking at this hour?"

"..."