All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 719 - 394_2

If only I were truly a man...

The pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple emitted a dim, drowsy light.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the fresh circulation of qi within his body filling his entire frame, and murmured to himself, "A sword needs nurturing."

He had already mastered the Qingping Sword, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.

Throughout the ages, countless cultivators sought the ultimate secret: the great art of immortality. Only a cultivator who achieved Lesser Immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, if one wanted to reach the end of the cultivator's path, they had to, at the very least, nurture their own Sword Spirit.

Their own Sword Spirit.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, and his soul drifted out, merging with the surrounding heaven and earth. He then saw himself sitting cross-legged.

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

When he touched the sword again, he could feel it was somewhat more intimate than 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 has been well nurtured," he remarked.

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon, shrouded in a thin mist.

Footsteps silently approached from behind Su Bei. The flickering firelight faintly revealed the familiar white gauze.

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

Su Bei's lips curled into a smile. Without looking, he swept the woman into his embrace and chuckled, "Ji Baoer, why have you returned alone? Speak! Where have you left Zi Jun?"

As they spoke, the atmosphere grew heated.

Pressing down on her, his hand moved to her earlobe, then traced the undulating curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide open, her mind blank as Su Bei effortlessly pulled her in. Feeling his skilled hands roaming over her, she was unable to think for a moment.

She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, and an enchanting atmosphere enveloped them within the Daoist Temple.

Her cheeks gradually flushed, though it was unclear if it was from the compromising position or because his strong hand gripped her wrist.

Su Bei frowned, slowly noticing something amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer's figure should be more... developed, and she wouldn't feel this inexperienced. He could also sense the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master," Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock. Her small hands frantically pushed at 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 her head away, biting her lip.

Su Bei froze, looking down at the woman before him in shock.

What beastly thing had I done?

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but feared she might misconstrue the gesture. His hand hung in mid-air as he swallowed nervously.

"Disciple, I didn't know it was you..." he said. "You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the light is dim..."

Li Zijun looked down and mumbled a response, her expression unclear.

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

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up. Touching his nose, he said after a pause, "This master truly didn't know..."

With that, he grasped her snow-white wrist, attempting to pull her up.

The flickering firelight illuminated their faces, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's jade-like, crystal-clear face, an impulsive feeling arose within him, and his heart inexplicably began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions towards Li Zijun moments ago had been significant, and the feeling she gave him was distinctly different. Yet, that gentle yet elusive sense of distance evoked a strange sensation within Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again, extending two fingers and tentatively gliding them over Li Zijun's cheek. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually, his fingers touched that smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her star-like eyes bright. She struggled a little, creating a small space between them, but this time she did not react violently. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Warm and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears slide from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing paths down her snow-white cheeks. The flickering flames reflected these twin trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's delicate chin, tilting her face toward him as he gazed at her stunning visage. His two fingers gently wiped away her tears.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "This master..."

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

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

Seeing the momentary absence in his eyes, she didn't know what expression to make. Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently raised her head, a slight smile touching her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "This disciple doesn't blame you, Master. The dress was a gift from Sister Nan Ji; that's why Master mistook me."

Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had briefly arisen in him.

Why are all the disciples I take on so strange? Each one feels as if they've been with me for long years, and there's always this sense of some inexplicable emotion between us.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in different clothes, walked in and looked around with an odd expression. Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei, wiping lingering water droplets from herself.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me by now. Why is he so calm today? What happened between those two while I was away? The atmosphere is so strange.

"Husband, what's the matter? You seem distracted."

Su Bei smiled at her and took Ji Nanjue in his arms.

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

She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous, that the world was heartless and would always make their journey exceptionally difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this brief tranquility made her feel quite content. Her mindset was also beginning to change slightly.

—Ask not to be together day and night, but to have once been.

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

Ji Nanjue got up and took the distracted Li Zijun's hand. Closely inspecting the dress Li Zijun was wearing, she nodded. "Zi Jun, you look quite good in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face flushed crimson.

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

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun paused, looking from Su Bei to Ji Nanjue beside her. "That doesn't seem right..." she said, a little concerned. "It looks like it's going to rain outside."

Of course, Nan Ji is giving me an out, Su Bei thought. She must have noticed the earlier awkwardness.

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

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

The unexpected noise made everyone frown. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could be walking about this late at night?"

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