All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 725: , _2

If only I truly were a man...

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a surge of new energy coursing through his body. He muttered to himself, The sword needs nurturing.

The Qingping Sword had already become an extension of his own hand, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.

All methods in the world follow an eternal principle. What countless cultivators seek is the great immortality that wards off death.

Only cultivators who have achieved minor immortality are truly worthy of the "Immortal" title, having taken the initial steps in "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although the idea of becoming one with the sword might seem exaggerated, one must nurture a Sword Spirit at the very least if they desire to reach the end of a cultivator's path.

A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.

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

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

Touching the sword again, he felt it become a few degrees more affectionate than just a moment ago.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and began roasting it over the fire, thinking, The sword is well nurtured.

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon, dimly shrouded in a light mist.

Footsteps approached quietly from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could barely be made out.

The sky was moonless, and everything around seemed dim.

Su Bei's lips curled into a smile. Without looking, he suddenly embraced the woman by the waist, laughing as he said, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

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In the midst of the conversation, passion began to rise gradually.

Pressing against her, his breath brushed against her ear, in sync with the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes widened in shock. Her mind was a blank slate, letting Su Bei pull her over just like that.

Feeling his skilled hands fondling her, she was momentarily at a loss for thought.

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

Her complexion grew increasingly flushed, yet it was unclear whether it was due to the awkwardness of her own actions or the wrist being held in his large hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to realize something was amiss. Surely, Ji Baoer's figure in this area should have been more... ample, and she wouldn't have this inexperienced feel. He could even sense the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock, her small hands frantically pushing against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

There was a hint of grievance in her words. She turned her head away, biting her lip.

Su Bei was stunned for a moment, then leaned down, looking dumbfounded at the woman before him.

What disgraceful thing had he done?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head but feared his gesture might be misunderstood. His large hand froze mid-air as he swallowed and said, "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you..."

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

Li Zijun lowered her head, mumbling a response, her expression unclear.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, then carefully stood up. He touched his nose and, after a moment, said, "Your master truly didn't know..."

As he spoke, he grasped her delicate wrist, trying to help her stand.

The flickering firelight cast shadows upon the faces of the two, each deep in their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's crystal-clear face, he felt a sudden impulse stirring inside him, and his heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions with Li Zijun just now had been quite bold, yet the sensations she evoked in him were markedly different.

That gentle, yet seemingly distant touch, had given Su Bei a strange feeling.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei lifted his hand, extended two fingers, and tentatively slid them onto Li Zijun's cheek.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally, his fingers made contact with her smooth, jade-like skin.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her bright eyes shining like stars. She struggled to create some space but did not react fiercely. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful cheek with his two fingers.

Gentle and smooth like jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw teardrops, like pearls, falling from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes, gliding down her snowy cheeks.

The swaying firelight reflected two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused. Then, it gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin, cupping it to turn her face as he fixed his gaze on her stunning features.

His two fingers delicately wiped away her tears as he murmured softly, "I'm sorry."

He continued, "As your master..."

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

She didn't know why she was crying.

Was it because of his offense?

Or was it because their relationship was doomed from the start?

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

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head. A faint smile graced her lips, hiding the last tear in her eyes as she said, "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."

"It was the skirt that Sister Nan Ji gave me that led to the mistake."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrifying thought that had just surged through his mind.

Why were all the disciples he took on so peculiar?

Each one seemed to have shared long years with him, always feeling as if there were an indescribable sentiment involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, having changed into another set of clothes, walked in. She then surveyed the room with a peculiar expression.

Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei and began to dry the lingering water droplets on herself.

A flicker of puzzlement crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her by now, so why was he so tranquil today?

What had happened between them while she was away?

The atmosphere was so odd.

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

Su Bei gave her a smile, then wrapped his arms around Ji Nanjue.

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a mix of intricate emotions. She lifted her head and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.

She had been thinking about many things. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous; life's cold indifference would always make their journey together particularly challenging. But the ability to enjoy this brief moment of tranquility brought a sense of satisfaction deep within her.

Her mindset began to shift slightly.

Not asking for eternal togetherness, but grateful for having had it.

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

Ji Nanjue stood up and gently took the distracted Li Zijun's hand. Scrutinizing the dress on her, she nodded and said, "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's cheeks flushed red.

Following that, Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and, feigning coldness, said, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, while I cuddle with Zi Jun."

"How does that sound, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

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

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was just letting him save face; she must have realized the awkwardness from before.

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

Just then, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

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

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