All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 740: ._2

If I really were a man, that would be good...

...

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the brand new qi circulating through her body, and muttered to herself:

"The sword needs to be nurtured."

The Qingping Sword felt like an extension of herself, but she still lacked full control over Missing Departure.

In this world, all the myriad arts and changes share a common origin; what countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is that great immortality, that eternal life.

Only those cultivators who have achieved lesser immortality truly deserve the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, while it's not as extreme as becoming one with the sword, if one wishes to reach the end of a cultivator's path, they must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.

Su Bei slowly closed her eyes, completely opening up her Dantian Knowledge Sea. Her soul drifted out and merged with the surrounding world, and she saw herself sitting cross-legged.

Her soul coiled around Missing Departure for a moment before returning to her.

Touching the sword again, she felt it had grown a few degrees more intimate than just a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in 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: "..."

Flower Bright Moon was enshrouded in a faint mist.

Footsteps gently came from behind Su Bei, and in the flickering firelight, one could barely make out a familiar figure in white.

With no moon in the sky, everything around was somewhat dim.

A smile curved on Su Bei's lips. Without looking, she effortlessly wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, holding her close, and laughed:

"Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

... 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

As they spoke... Su Bei's caresses grew bolder, her hands beginning to explore upwards. Pressing down on the woman beneath her, Su Bei's breath ghosted over her ear, her touch following the contours of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes widened in shock, her mind going blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her close without resistance.

Feeling Su Bei's experienced hands caressing her body, she was momentarily unable to think.

She had just taken a bath, and her body was still fragrant, creating a tender atmosphere within the Daoist Temple.

Her complexion gradually reddened, but it was unclear whether it was because of her own awkward movements or because of the wrist that Su Bei held in her grasp.

Su Bei's brow furrowed, and she too began to feel that something was amiss.

Ji Baoer should have been more responsive... and not so inexperienced. She seemed to even feel the woman beneath her trembling.

"Mas... Master."

Li Zijun finally regained her senses from the shock, her small hands frantically pushing against Su Bei as she nervously said:

"I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."

...

Her words carried a hint of grievance. She turned her body aside, biting her lip.

Su Bei was instantly taken aback, gazing down at the woman before her in a daze.

What beastly thing had I just done?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but she feared this gesture would cause a misunderstanding. Her hand hung frozen in mid-air. Swallowing, she said:

"Disciple, your Master did not know it was you..."

"You are wearing your Master's wife's clothes, and with the fire being dim..."

Li Zijun mumbled a reply, her facial expression unclear.

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

...

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up, touched her nose, and after a moment's thought, said:

"Your Master truly didn't know..."

As she spoke, she grabbed Li Zijun's wrist, intending to help her to her feet.

The firelight flickered, casting shadows on the faces of the two, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun's luminous and jade-like face, a surge of impulse welled up within her, and her heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, her own advances just now had been quite bold, yet Li Zijun's reaction felt vastly different.

But that subtle aloofness, a gentle distance that was both there and not there, stirred an odd sensation within Su Bei.

As if forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei still lifted her hand, reaching out with two fingers and tentatively sliding them across Li Zijun's face.

She hesitated for a moment, but eventually, her fingers made contact with Li Zijun's smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her bright eyes shining like stars. She struggled, creating a small gap between them, but this time she didn't react violently. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently touch her beautiful face with two fingers.

As tender as jade.

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

The flickering firelight reflected two traces of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's soft, rosy chin, tilting it up to gaze at her exquisitely beautiful face.

With two fingers, she gently wiped away her tears and said softly,

"I'm sorry."

"Master..."

Li Zijun's eyes met Su Bei's, her own beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

She didn't know why she was crying.

Was it because of Su Bei's offense?

Or because there was never meant to be anything between them?

Seeing the momentary daze in Su Bei's eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to make.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, then a trace of a smile curved her lips, hiding the last drop of tears 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 for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, pushing down the dreadful thoughts that had surged up a moment before.

Why are all my disciples so strange?

Each one seems to have been with me for long years, always giving off an indefinable feeling of emotions intertwined.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue walked in, wearing a different set of clothes, and then looked around with a strange expression on her face.

She sat beside Su Bei with bare feet, wiping off the droplets of water that hadn't yet dried from her skin.

A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. Usually, she would have pounced on me. Why is she so composed today?

What happened between them while I was away?

The atmosphere is so odd.

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

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

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a complex array of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed Su Bei on the corner of her mouth.

She had been deep in thought. She knew the path ahead would be long and arduous; the world was cruel, and it would always make their journey together incredibly challenging. Yet, enjoying this moment of tranquility filled her with contentment.

Her mindset gradually began to shift.

—Not seeking to be together day and night, but grateful to have had this experience.

"It's nothing."

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

Su Bei touched her hair.

Ji Nanjue got up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun by the hand, carefully examining her own dress on Li Zijun, and nodded,

"Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with feigned coldness,

"As punishment, you sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun."

"Is that okay with you, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was stunned for a moment. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance,

"That's not very nice... it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei naturally understood that Nan Ji was giving her an out; she must have sensed the earlier awkwardness.

A warmth spread through her heart. She looked at Ji Nanjue and said,

"I'll go outside then..."

Just then, faint footsteps were heard approaching from not far away.

The sudden sound made everyone frown. Su Bei said with some confusion,

"Who could be out walking at this late hour?"

"..."