All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 706: .2

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

...

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box. Feeling the fresh qi flow through all his meridians, he murmured to himself, "The sword needs nourishment."

To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but his control over Missing Departure still lagged significantly.

In this world, among the myriad laws and changes, what countless cultivators sought was ultimate longevity—the ability to transcend death. Only those cultivators who had achieved minor longevity truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having initially "achieved the Dao." As for Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, if one wished to reach the apex of a cultivator's path, one must, at the very least, cultivate a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of their own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, his Dantian Knowledge Sea completely open, his soul dispersing and merging with the surrounding heaven and earth. Then, he saw himself, sitting cross-legged.

His soul entwined once around Missing Departure, then returned to his body. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

When he touched the sword again, he could feel it had become a few degrees more intimate than a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded with satisfaction, 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 was shrouded in a light mist.

Footsteps padded softly from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze was barely visible.

With no moon in the sky, everything around seemed dim.

A smile curved Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he scooped the woman into his arms and laughed, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As they spoke... his advances gradually escalated. Pressing down on her, he drew close to her ear, his body tracing the curves of hers.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide, her mind blank, as Su Bei pulled her closer. Feeling his skilled hands caressing her body, she was momentarily unable to think.

She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, an enchanting atmosphere filling the Daoist Temple.

Her face gradually turned rosy, though it was unclear if it was due to the embarrassing situation or because his large hand gripped her wrist.

Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing something was amiss. Surely Ji Baoer's body should be more... And she wouldn't be this tentative. He could also feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock. Her small hands anxiously pushed against Su Bei as she said nervously, "I am not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."

"..."

A hint of grievance tinged her voice. She turned her body away, biting her lip.

Su Bei froze, leaning down and staring blankly at the woman before him.

What had he done, behaving worse than a beast?

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but he feared such a gesture would be misunderstood. His large hand hung stiffly in mid-air, and he swallowed nervously. "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you... You're wearing your Mistress's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

Li Zijun lowered her head and mumbled an indistinct reply, her expression hidden.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently rose. He touched his nose and, after a moment's thought, said, "Your master really didn't know..."

Saying this, he grasped her delicate wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.

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

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's translucent, jade-like face, an impulse surged within him, and his heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been undeniably bold. The sensation Li Zijun gave him under his touch was vastly different.

But that gentleness, so faint and seemingly distant, stirred a strange feeling in Su Bei.

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

He paused for a moment, then his fingers finally brushed her smooth cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her intelligent eyes like stars. She managed to create a small space between them but didn't react violently this time. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Warm and smooth like jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears escape the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, sliding down her snow-white cheeks.

The flickering flames reflected two tear tracks.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's soft chin, tilting her face towards him so he could gaze upon her exquisite features.

His two fingers softly wiped away her tears as he said gently, "I'm sorry. Master..."

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

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

Seeing the momentary lapse in his gaze, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear. Helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a faint smile gracing 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 the dress; that's why Master mistook me."

"..."

Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just surfaced.

Why were all the disciples he took on so strange? Each one seemed to have shared long years with him; there was always this feeling of some indistinct and inexplicable affection involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, having changed into another outfit, walked in, her expression peculiar as she surveyed the scene.

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

A glint of confusion flashed in her eyes. Normally, 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 so strange.

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

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

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense a whirlwind of complex emotions. She tilted her head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

She had been thinking a great deal. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous, and that the world's affairs were often cruel, making their journey exceptionally difficult. Yet, this fleeting moment of peace brought her a profound sense of contentment.

Her mindset gradually began to shift.

She desired not endless days together, but simply to have had this once.

"It's nothing." Su Bei stroked her hair. "It's late. We should sleep..."

Ji Nanjue stood up, took the distracted Li Zijun's hand, and examined the dress she was wearing carefully. She nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun blushed.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning coldness, "As punishment, you will sleep outside tonight. I will cuddle with Zi Jun. How about that, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun paused, 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 looks like it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei naturally knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness. His heart warmed as he looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll go outside..."

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

The abrupt sound made everyone frown. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could be walking around so late at night?"

"..."