All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 684: ..2

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

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The light from the woodpile in the Daoist Temple was dim.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a completely new energy coursing through his veins, he murmured to himself, "The sword needs nourishment."

For him, the Qingping Sword had become an extension of his hand, but his control over Missing Departure was still far from perfect.

All methods in the world may change, but their essence remains the same; what countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was that immortal life—the grand longevity. Only cultivators who had achieved the minor longevity were truly worthy of the title 'Immortal,' having taken the first step in 'Achieving Dao.' For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While not as exaggerated as merging a person with a sword, aspiring to reach the cultivator's journey's endpoint required, at the very least, cultivating one's own Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belonged to oneself.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, his soul drifting out and merging with the world around him. He then saw himself seated in meditation.

His soul wound around Missing Departure, then returned to his body.

Touching the sword again, he could feel a closeness that was significantly more intimate than just a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, impaled a piece of pork on it, and began roasting it over the fire, remarking, "The sword is well nourished."

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon shrouded in a faint mist.

Footsteps quietly approached from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, one could barely make out the familiar white gauze.

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

A smile curved Su Bei's lips. Without even looking, he reached out and swept the woman into his embrace, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As they spoke... emotions were already climbing. Pressing down on her, his breath caressed her earlobe... his body moving with the undulating curves of hers.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind blank, as Su Bei simply pulled her closer.

Feeling his hand skillfully caressing her body, she was momentarily incapable of thought.

Having just bathed, her body still carried a fragrant scent, enveloping the Daoist Temple in a romantic atmosphere.

Her face gradually flushed, but it was unclear whether it was due to the embarrassing position or because of the wrist grasped firmly in his hand.

Su Bei furrowed his brow, gradually realizing that something was amiss. Surely Ji Baoer would be more... responsive, and not so inexperienced. He could even feel the woman beneath him shaking.

"Mas... Master."

Li Zijun finally regained her senses from the shock. Her hands frantically pushed against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her words carried a hint of grievance as she turned her head away, biting her lip.

Su Bei was startled for a moment, bending down dumbly to look at the woman before him. Had he just done something utterly despicable?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but fearing she might misunderstand, his hand froze mid-air. He swallowed hard and said, "Disciple, your Master did not know it was you..."

"You are wearing your Master's wife's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her facial expression unclear.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile and then gently got up. He touched his nose, and after a moment of thought, said, "Your Master truly did not know..."

As he spoke, he reached for her snow-white wrist, intending to pull her up.

The flickering firelight fell upon their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's crystalline, jade-like face, Su Bei felt a sudden impulse, and his heart started to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had certainly been bold, and the sensation Li Zijun gave him was starkly different. Yet, the faint and gentle aloofness emanating from her stirred an odd sensation within Su Bei.

As if forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand, extending two fingers cautiously towards Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment but ultimately touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body quivered slightly, her intelligent eyes like stars. She created a little space by struggling slightly, but this time she didn't react violently. Closing her eyes firmly, she allowed Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Soft as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearls of tears slide from the corner of Li Zijun's eye, tracing paths down her snow-white cheek.

The flickering firelight illuminated two streaks of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently glided to Li Zijun's rosy chin, lifting it to gaze at her stunningly beautiful face.

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

"Master..."

Li Zijun's eyes, filled with tears, looked back at Su Bei.

She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or because their relationship was doomed?

Seeing the fleeting confusion in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear. Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head. She then curved her lips into a smile, hiding the last tear in her eyes as she said, "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."

"Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress; that's why Master mistook me."

"..."

Su Bei smiled sheepishly at her, suppressing the terrible thoughts that had just surged. Why were all the disciples he took on so strange? Each one seemed as though they had shared long years with him, always evoking an indescribable sense of deep connection.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, now in different clothes, walked in and looked around with an odd expression.

Sitting barefoot beside Su Bei, she wiped away water droplets that hadn't yet dried from her skin.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Usually, he would pounce on her; why was he so calm today? What had happened between these two while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.

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

Su Bei smiled at her, then hugged Ji Nanjue.

Within Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

She had been thinking a great deal. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous. The world was heartless, often making their journey exceedingly difficult. However, the tranquility they could enjoy at this moment was strangely satisfying to her.

Her mindset gradually shifted. —Seek not every dawn and dusk together, but cherish the moments we have shared.

"It's nothing."

"It's getting late, we should sleep..." Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue got up and tenderly took the hand of the absent-minded Li Zijun. Examining her own dress on Li Zijun, she nodded and said, "Zi Jun looks quite suitable in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

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

"Does that sound good, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Taken aback, Li Zijun lifted her head to look at Su Bei and then at Ji Nanjue beside her. She felt somewhat reluctant to agree, saying, "That doesn't seem right... it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was trying to give him an out, sensing the earlier awkwardness.

His heart warmed as he looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll go outside..."

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

The sudden noise made everyone frown. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?"

"..."