All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 589 - Three Hundred and Forty-One_2

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

...

The pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple emitted a dim, murky light.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a whole new energy coursing through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to Missing Departure, there was still much left to be desired in terms of control.

The myriad laws of the world are manifold, yet do not stray from their origin; what countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is the grand immortality, the Great Longevity.

Only those cultivators who achieve Minor Longevity truly deserve the title "Immortal," having taken the preliminary step of "Achieving Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, though, while it's not exactly about fusing person and sword into one, which would be an exaggeration, reaching the end of the cultivator's path, at the very least, requires nurturing a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of one's own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, his entire Dantian Knowledge Sea laid bare. His soul dissipated, merging with the surrounding heaven and earth, and there he saw himself, sitting cross-legged.

His soul wrapped around Missing Departure once, and then returned to his body.

Upon touching the sword again, he could feel it had grown a bit more intimate with him than just a moment ago.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork onto it, and began roasting it over the fire.

"The sword is well-nurtured," he thought.

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon, shrouded in light mist.

Footsteps lightly approached from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, the familiar wisp of white gauze was barely visible.

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

A smile played at the corners of Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he embraced the woman's waist and brought her into his arms, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

Even as he spoke, his hands were already beginning to explore, inching upwards. Pressing down against her, he caressed her earlobe, his touch following the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide open, her mind a blank, letting Su Bei pull her in.

Feeling his practiced hand moving over her body, she was unable to think for a moment.

Having just bathed, her body still fragrant, an enchanting atmosphere lingered within the Daoist Temple.

Her cheeks began to flush, but it was unclear if it was due to the compromising position she was in or because of her wrist grasped firmly in his hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, starting to sense that something was amiss. Ji Baoer should have been more... and shouldn't have this inexperienced feel to her. It seemed he could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, her small hands pushing at Su Bei in a panic, her voice tense as she said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

There was a hint of grievance in her words. She turned her body to the side, looked away, and bit her lip.

Su Bei was immediately taken aback, leaning down to stare blankly at the woman before him.

What beastly thing had he just done?

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but fearing the gesture would be misunderstood, his hand froze in mid-air as he swallowed hard. "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you..."

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

Li Zijun murmured a low response, her head bowed, her facial expression unreadable.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up, touching his nose. After some thought, he said, "Your master really didn't know..."

As he spoke, he grabbed her slender wrist, attempting to pull her to her feet.

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

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's clear, jade-like face, Su Bei felt a sudden urge, and his heart began to race.

His advances towards her had been quite bold, yet compared to Nan Ji, the way Li Zijun responded, particularly in *that respect*, felt worlds apart.

Yet the gentle, almost imperceptible distance she maintained stirred an odd feeling in Su Bei.

As if he had forgotten the previous awkwardness, Su Bei lifted his hand again, extending two fingers tentatively towards Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment but ultimately made contact with her silky smooth cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her bright eyes like stars. She created a small gap with a slight struggle but this time didn't react violently. Closing her eyes, she let Su Bei gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Gentle as jade.

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

The swaying firelight reflected the tear tracks on her cheeks.

Su Bei's hand halted, then gently slid to Li Zijun's tender chin, lifting it to gaze upon her stunning visage.

With two fingers, he softly wiped away her tears and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Master..."

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

She didn't know why the tears were falling.

Were they because of his transgression? Or because their relationship was doomed to have no outcome?

Seeing the fleeting daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, and a smile curved her lips as she hid the last tear in her eye. "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."

"Sister Nan Ji gave me this dress, which is why Master mistook me for her."

"..."

Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile and suppressed the terrifying thought that had just flashed across his mind.

Why were all his disciples so bizarre? Each one seemed to have shared long years with him, always leaving him with a feeling of some indescribable emotion involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Dressed in different clothes, Ji Nanjue entered, her expression peculiar as she surveyed everything before her.

She sat down beside Su Bei, barefoot, and began wiping the lingering water droplets from her skin.

A hint of puzzlement flickered in her eyes. Normally, he would pounce on her, so why was he so composed today? What had happened between the two of them while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.

"Husband, what's wrong? You seem preoccupied," she asked.

Su Bei smiled at her, then wrapped his arms around Ji Nanjue.

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense his complex emotions. She tilted her head up and pecked a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

She had just been thinking a great deal; she knew their path ahead was long and arduous. The heartlessness of life would always make their journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, at this moment, being able to enjoy this brief tranquility filled her with considerable contentment.

Her mindset gradually began to shift a little.

—She desired not to be together from dawn to dusk every day, but to cherish the moments they had shared.

"It's nothing."

"It's late. We should sleep..." Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the preoccupied Li Zijun's hand, carefully examining the dress she was wearing, and nodded. "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite good on you..."

Li Zijun's face flushed.

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

"How about that, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was taken aback. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "That's not good... It looks like it's going to rain outside."

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

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

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

The unexpected noise caused all of them to frown instantly. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?"

"..."