All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 715 - 392_2

"If I were really a man, that would be nice..."

The pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple emitted a dim, sinking light.

As Su Bei gently cleaned the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a new stream of Qi coursing through all of his bones, he muttered to himself, "The sword must be nurtured."

The Qingping Sword had already become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still fell short in control.

Among the myriad laws of the world that ever change, the ultimate pursuit of countless cultivators has always been great immortality, the escape from death. Only cultivators who achieve lesser immortality are truly worthy of the title 'Immortal,' having initially 'achieved Dao.' For a Sword Cultivator, while there's no such exaggerated concept as becoming one with the sword, one must nurture a Sword Spirit at the very least if one wishes to reach the end of the cultivator's path. A Sword Spirit of one's own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. He completely opened the Dantian Knowledge Sea within him. His soul dissipated into the surroundings, merging with heaven and earth, until he could see himself seated in meditation.

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

Touching the sword once more, he could feel it had become a bit more affectionate than just a moment ago.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and placed it atop the fire to roast, "The sword's nurturance is going well."

Missing Departure: "..."

Flowers shimmered and the moon loomed hazily in the light mist.

Footsteps gently approached from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering light of the dwindling fire, he could faintly make out a familiar wisp of white gauze.

Without the moon in the sky, everything around seemed a bit dim.

The corners of Su Bei's mouth lifted into a smile. Without looking back, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and pulled her into an embrace, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

Meanwhile... passions began to rise steadily.

She felt his weight atop her, his breath against her ear... following the undulating curves of her body.

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

Feeling his skilled hands caressing her body, she couldn't think straight for a moment.

She had just bathed, her body still carrying a fragrant scent, which wrapped the inside of the Daoist Temple in a captivating atmosphere.

Her complexion gradually turned rosy, yet it was unclear if it was due to the compromising actions or because of the wrist grasped tightly in his hand.

Su Bei frowned, slowly realizing something was amiss. Surely, Ji Baoer should feel more... and not have such an inexperienced vibe; it even seemed like the woman under him was trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped out of her astonishment, her small hands pushing against Su Bei in a flurry, nervously saying, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

Her words carried a hint of grievance as she turned her body slightly, biting her lip.

Su Bei was instantly taken aback, bending over to look at the woman before him in a stupor.

What inhumane act had he just committed?

The air filled with awkwardness. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her little head but feared this gesture would lead to further misunderstanding. His hand hung frozen in midair as he swallowed nervously: "Apprentice, your master didn't know it was you..."

"You were wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight was dim..."

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

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

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile and then gently got up, touched his nose, and said after a pause, "Your master truly didn't know..."

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

The firelight flickered, casting a glow over both of their faces, full of unspoken thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's crystal-clear, jade-like complexion, an impulse surged within him, and his heart began to race.

Compared to Nan Ji, the intensity of his actions just now had been indisputable—the impressions left by Li Zijun upon him were vastly different.

Yet that same tenderness, coupled with an elusive sense of distance, invoked a strange feeling in Su Bei.

As if having forgotten the previous awkwardness, Su Bei still raised his hand and extended two fingers, tentatively sliding them towards Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, his fingers made contact with her cheek, smooth as jade.

Li Zijun's delicate body shuddered slightly. Her bright eyes, like stars, struggled to find an opening. This time, however, she did not react violently. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently trace his fingers over her beautiful face.

Warm and smooth as jade.

All of a sudden, Su Bei saw a tear, like a pearl, slide down from the corner of Li Zijun's eye along her ivory cheek.

The flickering firelight revealed two trails of tears.

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

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

"Master..."

Li Zijun's eyes were fixed on Su Bei, brimming with tears.

She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his transgression? Or because there was no future between them?

Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head and then curved her lips into a smile, hiding the last tear in her eyes, "Your disciple does not blame you, Master."

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

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, suppressing the dreadful thought that had just surged in his mind.

Why were all his disciples so strange?

Each one seemed as though they had spent a long time with him, always giving the feeling of an indescribable emotion involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, wearing another dress, walked in, then looked around with a peculiar expression.

She sat down next to Su Bei, barefoot, wiping the not-yet-dry droplets of water off her body.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me, so why is he so calm today?

What had happened between them while I was away?

The atmosphere is so strange.

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

Su Bei smiled at her, then held Ji Nanjue in his arms.

It seemed that in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a complexity of emotions. She tipped her head back and kissed the corner of his mouth.

She had been deep in thought. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous, and that the heartless world would always make their journey together incredibly difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of peace filled her with satisfaction.

Her mentality gradually experienced a subtle change.

Not asking for forever, just cherishing the moments they had.

"It's nothing."

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

Ji Nanjue got up and took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand, carefully examining the dress, and nodded, "Zi Jun looks quite good in this dress..."

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, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun."

"How does that sound, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was taken aback for a moment, looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with reluctance, "That doesn't seem right... it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei, of course, knew Nan Ji was giving him a way out; she had perhaps noticed the awkwardness just before.

His heart warmed, and he looked at Ji Nanjue: "I'll go outside..."

At that moment, a faint sound of footsteps came from not far away.

The sudden noise made everyone's eyebrows furrow instantly, and Su Bei said with puzzlement, "Who could it be, walking at this late hour?"

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