All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 742 - 401_2

If only I really were a man...

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The glow of the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.

Gently wiping the two swords in the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a brand-new stream of energy coursing through all his meridians and muttered to himself,

"Swords need to be nurtured."

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

The myriad laws and changes of the world never stray from their essence. Throughout history, countless cultivators have sought that which grants immortality: the great eternal life.

Only those who have achieved minor eternal life truly deserve the title "Immortal," beginning their journey of Achieving Dao. For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although it is not as exaggerated as achieving unity between the sword and oneself, if one wishes to reach the apex of cultivation, they must at least nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of their own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, opening his Dantian Knowledge Sea completely. His soul dispersed, merging with the surrounding heaven and earth, and he saw himself seated in meditation.

His soul wound around the Missing Departure, then returned to his body.

Touching the sword again, he could feel an increase in intimacy compared to just a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork with it, and placed it over the fire to roast.

"The sword has been well nurtured."

Missing Departure: ...

Flower Bright Moon was dim, shrouded in light fog.

Footsteps gently approached from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar figure in white gauze was faintly visible.

The sky was moonless, casting a dim shadow on everything around.

A smile curved at the corner of Su Bei's mouth. Without turning to look, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and pulled her into an embrace, laughing,

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

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

...

As they spoke... his hand began to gradually explore upwards. Pressing down on her, his hand caressed her ear... following the contours of her body.

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

Feeling his experienced hands moving over her body, she couldn't think for a moment.

She had just bathed, her body still emanating a fragrant scent, a romantic atmosphere enveloping the interior of the Daoist Temple.

Her complexion turned rosy, but it was uncertain whether it was due to the embarrassing movements or because of the hand grasping her wrist.

Su Bei frowned, also gradually realizing that something was amiss.

Shouldn't Ji Baoer's... area here... be more... developed? And not have such an unripe feeling? He seemed to sense the woman beneath him trembling.

"Ma... Master."

Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock, her small hands somewhat 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 voice as she turned her body to the side, looking away and biting her lip.

Su Bei was instantly taken aback, leaning over to look at the woman before him, dumbfounded.

What had he done that was so beastly?

The atmosphere was awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her small head, but fearing she might misunderstand, his hand remained suspended in mid-air. He swallowed dryly and said,

"Disciple, your master did not realize it was you…"

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

Li Zijun lowered her head and mumbled a response, her facial expression indiscernible.

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

...

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

"Your master really did not know..."

As he spoke, he grabbed her delicate wrist, trying to pull her up to stand.

The firelight flickered on and off, falling on the faces of both individuals deep in their own thoughts.

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

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been quite bold, and the sensation Li Zijun gave him on his lap was significantly different.

Yet that tender and elusive distance somehow stirred a strange emotion in Su Bei.

He seemed to forget the earlier awkwardness and raised his hand, extending two fingers to tentatively glide over Li Zijun's face.

He paused for a moment and finally made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her bright eyes shimmering like stars. She struggled to create some space but this time did not react fiercely. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.

As smooth and gentle as jade.

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

The flickering firelight cast reflections of two streaks of tear marks.

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

With two fingers, he softly wiped away her tears and said in a gentle voice,

"I'm sorry."

"I..." he began, voice softening.

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

She didn't even know why she was crying.

Was it because of his affront?

Or was it because there was no possible future for them?

Seeing that momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression she should make.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a faint smile curving her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes.

"Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."

"The skirt was a gift from Sister Nan Ji. That's why you mistook me for her, Master."

...

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had risen in his mind for a moment.

Why were all the disciples he took on so strange?

Each one seemed as though they had shared long years with him, always giving off the impression that there were some indescribable feelings involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, having changed into fresh clothes, walked in. She surveyed the scene before her with a curious expression.

Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei and began to wipe the lingering water droplets from her skin.

A hint of puzzlement flashed in her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her. Why was he so calm today?

What had happened between them while she was away?

The atmosphere was so odd.

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

Su Bei smiled at her and then hugged Ji Nanjue's body.

It seemed that, in Su Bei's arms, Ji Nanjue felt a tangle of complex emotions. She looked up and kissed Su Bei lightly on the lips.

Just a moment ago, she had been thinking about so much. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous. The ways of the world were unfeeling, often making their path exceedingly difficult. Yet, to be able to enjoy this brief peace made her quite content in her heart.

Her mindset gradually started to shift.

Not seeking to be together day and night, but content to have once possessed.

"It's nothing."

"It's getting late, time to sleep..."

Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up and took Li Zijun's small hand, who was still in a daze. After closely inspecting her own dress on Li Zijun, she nodded.

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

Li Zijun's face flushed crimson.

Then, Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning a cold tone,

"To punish you, you sleep outside tonight, and I will cuddle with Zi Jun."

"Right, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was taken aback for a moment. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said, feeling a little sorry for him,

"This doesn't seem right... and it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei naturally knew that Nan Ji was giving him a way out, probably having seen the awkwardness from before.

His heart warmed, and he looked at Ji Nanjue.

"I will go outside then..."

At that moment, suddenly, faint footsteps could be heard not far away.

The unexpected sound caused everyone's brows to furrow simultaneously, and Su Bei said with some confusion,

"Who could be out walking so late at night?"

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