All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 723 - 396_2

If only I were truly a man...

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The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and somber.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a brand new stream of Qi coursing through his body, and muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

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

In the world, myriad laws and changes never stray far from their roots, and what countless cultivators seek is that very immortality—the Great Prolonged Life.

Only those cultivators who achieve Lesser Prolonged Life truly deserve the title of "Immortal," with an initial "Achieving Dao." And for a Sword Cultivator, as the saying goes, the sword nurtures the man, and the man nurtures the sword. There isn't anything as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword. However, if one wishes to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, they must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. He fully opened his Dantian Knowledge Sea, allowing his soul to scatter and merge with the surrounding heaven and earth. Then, he saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul lingered around the Missing Departure sword for a moment, then returned to himself.

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

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

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon was dim, shrouded in a light mist.

Footsteps softly approached from behind Su Bei, and in the flickering light of the fire, a familiar silhouette in white gauze could barely be seen.

Under the moonless sky, everything seemed rather dim.

The corners of Su Bei's mouth curved into a smile. Without looking, he scooped up the woman in his arms and said with a laugh, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Tell me! Where have you left Zi Jun?"

"..."

In the midst of talking... his voice was already climbing.

Pressing down on her, his voice brushed against her tender ear... following the undulations of her curves.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind blank as Su Bei abruptly pulled her into his arms.

Feeling his skilled hands caressing her body, she was unable to think for a moment.

She had just bathed, her body still carrying a fragrant scent, and a romantic atmosphere enveloped the inside of the Daoist Temple.

Her complexion gradually turned rosy. It was uncertain whether this was due to the uncomfortable nature of her own movements or the wrist that he was holding tightly.

Su Bei frowned slightly and began to realize that something was amiss.

Surely Ji Baoer's body should feel more... and there wouldn't be this kind of inexperienced sensation, as if I could even feel the woman underneath me trembling.

"Master... Master."

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

"..."

There was a hint of grievance in her voice; she turned her head to the side, biting her lip.

Su Bei was instantly taken aback, bending down to stare blankly at the woman in front of him.

What beastly act had I committed?

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but feared this gesture would lead to misunderstanding. His hand frozen midair, he swallowed hard, "Disciple, this master did not know it was you..."

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

Li Zijun mumbled a response, her expression unreadable.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up, touched his nose, and after thinking for a moment, said, "This master really didn't know..."

With that, he grabbed her delicate wrist, intending to help her to her feet.

The firelight flickered, reflecting on the faces of the two, each preoccupied with their thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's crystal-clear complexion, he felt a stirring impulse, and his heart unexpectedly started to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, the extent of his movements a moment ago could not be called insignificant. The feeling that Li Zijun brought to him in that instance was clearly quite different.

Yet the gentleness, both apparent and slightly detached, gave rise to an odd sensation within Su Bei.

As if forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei still raised his hand, tentatively sliding two fingers towards Li Zijun's face.

He paused, and finally, his fingers met her skin as smooth as jade.

Li Zijun's body shivered slightly, her eyes like glimmering stars, struggling to create a small distance. This time, however, she did not react violently. She closed her eyes, letting Su Bei gently stroke her beautiful face with two fingers.

Gentle as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw tears like pearls falling from Li Zijun's eyes, trailing down her snow-white cheeks.

The trembling firelight reflected two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused. He then gently glided it to Li Zijun's rosy chin, turning her to face him as he stared into her exquisitely beautiful face.

Two fingers gently wiped away her tears as he whispered softly, "I'm sorry."

"This master..."

Li Zijun's eyes met Su Bei's, flooded with tears.

She didn't know why she was crying.

Was it because of his transgression?

Or because it was destined that there would never be an outcome between them?

Upon seeing the momentary distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to make.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun lifted her head gently, and then a faint smile crossed her lips, hiding the last tear in her eyes, "Disciple does not blame Master."

"The skirt was a gift from Sister Nan Ji, that's why Master mistook me for someone else."

"..."

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

Why were all the disciples I took on so odd?

Each one seemed to have gone through long years with me; there always seemed to be some indefinable emotion involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, wearing a different outfit, walked in and looked around with a strange expression.

She sat down next to Su Bei, barefoot, and wiped the still wet droplets off her body.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes; usually, he would have thrown himself at me by now, so why is he so calm today?

What had happened between them while I was away?

The atmosphere is so odd.

"Husband, what's wrong? You seem preoccupied?"

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

Seemingly, Ji Nanjue felt a complex tide of emotions while in Su Bei's arms; she looked up and kissed him on the lips.

She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and tough; the world was heartless, always making their path exceptionally difficult. However, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility made her quite content.

Her mindset began to shift subtly.

—Not seeking to be together at every dawn and dusk but grateful to have once had.

"It's nothing."

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

Su Bei touched her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun by the hand, examining her outfit closely, and nodded, "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and pretended to be cold as she said, "As a punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun."

"Does that sound good, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

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

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have sensed the awkwardness just now.

Feeling a warmth in his heart, he looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll sleep outside then..."

Just at that moment, suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from not too far away.

The unexpected noise made everyone frown instantly. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could it be at this late hour?"

"..."