All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 746: , 2

"If only I were really a man..."

...

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

Gently wiping the two swords in the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a completely new energy circulating through all his limbs and muttered to himself, The sword needs to be nourished.

The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but his control over the Missing Departure was still lacking.

The myriad laws of the world, though ever-changing, do not deviate from their fundamental principles. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought the great immortality that wards off death.

Only cultivators who achieve lesser immortality are truly worthy of the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nourishes the person, and the person nourishes the sword. While there's no such exaggeration as becoming one with the sword, anyone wishing to reach the apex of cultivation must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of their own.

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

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

Touching the sword again, he felt it was a few degrees more intimate than just a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and started roasting it over the fire, saying, "The sword has been well nourished."

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon shrouded in a light mist.

Footsteps approached lightly from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, he could vaguely make out a familiar wisp of white gauze.

The sky was moonless, and everything around seemed a bit dim.

The corners of Su Bei's mouth curled into a smile. Without even looking, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and laughed, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

Meanwhile... the temperature began to gradually rise.

Pressing down on her, his hand brushed her ear... moving with the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind blank as Su Bei pulled her over.

Feeling his hands move expertly over her body, she was unable to think for a moment.

Having just bathed, she still carried a delicate fragrance, and a romantic atmosphere pervaded the Daoist Temple.

Her cheeks gradually reddened, though she couldn't tell if it was due to her own embarrassing actions or the wrist he was holding.

Su Bei frowned slightly, starting to sense that something was amiss.

Clearly, Ji Baoer's body should be more... developed. And she doesn't feel this inexperienced. He could even sense the slight tremble of the woman beneath him.

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

"..."

Her voice carried a note of grievance as she turned her body away and bit her lip.

Su Bei was instantly stunned, bending down to stare blankly at the woman before him.

What beastly act have I just committed?

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but, fearing this gesture might be misconstrued, his hand froze mid-air. He swallowed hard and said, "Apprentice, your master didn't know it was you..."

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

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

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

"..."

Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, then gently rose. He touched his nose, thought for a moment, and said, "Your master really didn't know..."

As he spoke, he grabbed her slender wrist, intending to pull her up.

The flickering firelight cast shadows on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's translucent, jade-like face, Su Bei felt an impulse rising in his heart, and his own heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been quite bold. Li Zijun's reactions, however, felt vastly different.

However, her gentle yet vaguely distant demeanor aroused a strange sensation in Su Bei.

As if forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei lifted his hand again, tentatively sliding two fingers toward Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment before finally touching her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her intelligent eyes like twinkling stars. She pulled back a little, but this time, she did not react violently. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to tenderly caress her beautiful cheek with two fingers.

Soft as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears begin to fall from the corner of Li Zijun's eye, trailing down her snow-white cheeks.

The flickering firelight revealed two streaks of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then slowly moved to Li Zijun's tender chin, lifting it to gaze upon her stunning face.

With two fingers, he gently wiped her tears, saying softly, "I'm sorry."

"Master..."

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

She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or because their relationship was doomed from the start?

Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know how to react.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, then her lips curved into a smile, hiding the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master," she said.

"Sister Nan Ji gave me this dress; that's why Master mistook me for her."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile and suppressed the terrible thoughts that had surged in his mind a moment ago.

Why are all the disciples I take on so strange? Each one seems as if they've spent ages with me, and there's always this indescribable sentiment between us.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, wearing a different set of clothes, walked in, her expression curious as she surveyed the scene.

Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei, wiping lingering water droplets from her skin.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on me. Why is he so calm today? What happened between them while I was gone? The atmosphere is so odd.

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

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

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

She had been thinking a lot just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous. The world was heartless, destined to make their path exceptionally difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility brought her a sense of contentment.

Her mindset gradually began to shift.

Not asking for forever, only to have once possessed.

"It's nothing."

"It's late, time to sleep..." Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up, took the distracted Li Zijun's hand, and closely inspected the dress she wore, nodding her head. "Zi Jun looks quite good in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coolly, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll sleep hugging Zi Jun."

"Does that sound good, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was startled for a moment. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "That doesn't seem right... It looks like it's going to rain outside."

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

His heart warmed. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll just go outside then..."

At that moment, faint footsteps sounded from not far away.

The sudden noise made everyone frown slightly. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could be out and about this late at night?"

"..."