All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 704: , _2

If only I were really a man...

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The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and drowsy.

Gently wiping the two swords inside the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a completely new energy circulating through his body, muttering to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, there was still much to be desired in terms of control.

All myriad techniques under heaven, despite countless variations, share a common origin. What cultivators have sought since ancient times is still that grand immortality, the state of undying.

A cultivator who achieves lesser immortality truly deserves the title 'Immortal,' having taken the initial steps towards 'Achieving Dao.' For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although it's not as exaggerated as merging as one with the sword, one must at least cultivate a Sword Spirit to reach the pinnacle of cultivation.

A Sword Spirit of their own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, allowing his soul to disperse and merge with the surrounding world. He visualized himself seated in meditation.

His soul wrapped around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body.

Touching the sword again, he could feel it had grown more affectionate compared to a moment before.

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 is well-nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

The Flower Bright Moon dimly veiled in light mist.

Soft footsteps approached from behind Su Bei, and within the flickering light of the fire, the familiar swathe of white silk could be dimly seen.

With no moon in the sky, everything around seemed a bit dimmer.

The corners of Su Bei's mouth curled into a smile. Without looking, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, holding her close, and said with a laugh, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone?"

"Speak! Where have you left Zi Jun?"

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As he spoke... his hands had already begun to gradually explore upwards. Pressing down on her, he nuzzled her earlobe... his touch tracing the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her in without resistance.

Feeling his hands move skillfully over her body, she was momentarily unable to think.

Having recently bathed, her body still carried a fragrance, creating an enchanting atmosphere within the Daoist Temple.

Her face gradually turned rosy, though it was unclear whether it was due to the embarrassment of her own actions or because of his large hand gripping her wrist.

Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to sense that something was amiss.

Surely, Ji Baoer's figure here should be more... developed. Besides, she wouldn't feel this... inexperienced, and he could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master,"

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

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Her words carried a touch of grievance, as she turned her body sideways, looking away and biting her lip.

Su Bei froze for a moment, leaning down to look at the woman before him in disbelief.

What beastly act had he committed?

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to console her by stroking her head but feared his gesture might be misunderstood. His hand remained stiffly in mid-air as he swallowed hard and said, "My disciple, I didn't know it was you..."

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

Li Zijun murmured a low reply, her facial expression unclear.

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

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Su Bei offered an awkward smile. He then gently stood up, touched his nose, and finally said, "I truly didn't know..."

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

The flickering firelight cast upon their faces, both preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's clear and jadelike face, Su Bei felt an unexpected urge rise within him, and his heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, the extent of his previous actions couldn't be called insignificant. However, the physical sensation Li Zijun gave him was starkly different.

However, that gentle yet faintly perceptible distance from her stirred a strange feeling in Su Bei.

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

He hesitated for a moment before ultimately touching her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her wise eyes shining like stars. She struggled, creating a bit of space, but this time, she didn't react vehemently. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Warm and smooth as jade.

Out of the blue, Su Bei caught sight of pearl-like tears cascading down Li Zijun's snowy cheeks from the corner of her eyes.

The flickering flame reflected two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's delicate chin, lifting it to gaze into her captivating face.

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

"As your teacher..."

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

She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or because there could never be an outcome between them? Seeing that momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what sort of expression she should have. Was it helplessness?

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

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

"The dress was given by Sister Nan Ji, so Master mistook me for someone else because of it."

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Su Bei smiled sheepishly at her, pushing down the terrible thoughts that had briefly surged in his mind.

Why were all the disciples he took on so strange? Each one seemed as though they had journeyed with him through long years, always with this sense of inexplicable feelings involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, clad in a different garment, walked in and looked around with a slightly odd expression.

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

A glint of confusion flickered through her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her; why was he so calm today? What had happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere was so odd.

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

Su Bei smiled at her and then held Ji Nanjue close to him.

It seemed that within Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.

She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous. The world was heartless, often making their journey incredibly tough, but being able to enjoy these moments of tranquility brought her contentment.

Gradually, her mindset began to shift.

Not asking for forever, just to have had once.

"It's nothing."

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

Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up and took hold of the distracted Li Zijun's hand. Examining her own dress on Li Zijun, she nodded and said, "Zi Jun, you look quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei, pretending to be cold as she said, "To punish you, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I will 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 with some reluctance, "That doesn't seem right... it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei understood that Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness.

He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue, saying, "I'll go outside then..."

At that moment, faint footsteps suddenly came from nearby.

The unexpected sound caused everyone's eyebrows to furrow instantly. Su Bei said confusedly, "...Who could it be, walking around at this late hour?"

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