All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 611 - 352_2

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

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The light from the bundle of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim.

As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, she felt a new current coursing through her body and murmured to herself, "The sword needs to be nourished."

She had mastered the Qingping Sword, but when it came to the Missing Departure, her control was still lacking.

All countless techniques in the world ultimately follow the same principle. What innumerable cultivators have sought since ancient times is the Great Longevity—the ability to cheat death.

A cultivator who attains Minor Longevity truly deserves the title of 'Immortal,' having initially 'Achieved Dao.' For a Sword Cultivator, while there's no such exaggeration as becoming one with the sword, one must at least nourish a Sword Spirit to reach the pinnacle of the cultivator's path.

A Sword Spirit of one's own.

Su Bei slowly closed her eyes. Her entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, her soul drifting out to merge with the surrounding heaven and earth. There, she perceived herself sitting cross-legged.

Her soul wound around the Missing Departure for a while before returning to her body.

Upon touching the sword again, she could feel it had become slightly more attuned to her than before.

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

"Not bad, the sword is well-nourished," she commented.

Missing Departure: "..."

The flowers were bright, the moon dim, veiled in a light mist.

Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei. The flickering firelight barely revealed a familiar wisp of white gauze.

There was no moon in the vast sky, and everything around was somewhat dim.

A smile touched Su Bei's lips. Without looking, she swept the woman into her arms by the waist and laughed, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

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Meanwhile... the passion between them was already starting to build.

Pressing down on her, Su Bei caressed her earlobe... following the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind a blank slate as Su Bei simply pulled her over. Feeling Su Bei's skillful hands caressing her body, she couldn't think straight for the moment.

She had just taken a bath, her body still emanating a fragrant scent. A romantic atmosphere lingered within the Daoist Temple.

Her face gradually turned a flushed red, but it was unclear whether it was because of the awkward position or because her wrist was held by Su Bei's large hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to realize that something was amiss. Ji Baoer's figure should be more developed... and she wouldn't feel this inexperienced. Su Bei could even feel the woman beneath her trembling.

"Master... Master," Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, her small hands somewhat frantically pushing against Su Bei, nervously saying, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

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Her words carried a hint of being wronged as she turned away, biting her lip.

Su Bei was immediately taken aback, leaning down and staring dumbly at the woman in front of her.

What unforgivable act had she just committed?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but feared the gesture might be misunderstood. Her hand froze mid-air as she swallowed nervously.

"Disciple, your Master had no idea it was you," Su Bei said. "You were wearing your Master's wife's clothes, and the firelight was dim..."

Li Zijun lowered her head and murmured a response, her expression difficult to discern.

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

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Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently got up and touched her nose. After a moment's thought, she said, "Your Master truly didn't know..."

With that, Su Bei grabbed her wrist, intending to pull her up.

The firelight waxed and waned, casting its glow on their faces as each was lost in her own thoughts.

For some reason, gazing at Li Zijun's luminous, jade-like face, Su Bei felt a surge of impulse, and her heart unexpectedly began to race.

Compared to Nan Ji, the boldness of her own actions just now had been significant. However, Li Zijun's response in that regard felt vastly different. Yet that gentleness, coupled with an almost imperceptible sense of distance from Li Zijun, evoked a strange feeling in Su Bei.

As if having forgotten the prior awkwardness, Su Bei lifted her hand and reached out with two fingers, tentatively gliding them towards Li Zijun's face.

She paused for a moment but ultimately touched that smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her intelligent eyes shining like stars. She managed to create a little space between them but didn't react violently this time. She closed her eyes, letting Su Bei gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.

Gentle as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears slide from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing paths down her snow-white cheeks. The flickering firelight reflected the glistening tear tracks.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin, lifting it to gaze upon her stunningly beautiful face. With two fingers, she tenderly wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Master..." Li Zijun began, her eyes meeting Su Bei's, filled to the brim with tears.

She didn't know why her tears were falling. Was it because of Su Bei's transgression? Or because there would never be a future for them?

Upon seeing the fleeting daze in Su Bei's eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to make. Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently tilted her head up, and a slight smile touched her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master," she said. "The skirt was given by Sister Nan Ji; that's why Master mistook me for her."

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Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, pushing down the terrible thoughts that had just surged within her.

Why were all her disciples so strange? Each one seemed as if they had been by her side for countless years, always making her feel as if some indescribable sentiment lingered between them.

At that moment, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, now dressed in a different outfit, walked in and looked around with a peculiar expression.

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

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. In the past, Su Bei would have pounced on me; why is she so calm today? What had happened between them while I was gone? The atmosphere was so odd.

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

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

It seemed that in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue could feel a mix of complicated emotions. She tilted her head back and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.

She had just been thinking a great deal. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous, and that life's indifference would always make their path exceptionally difficult. Yet, the tranquility they could enjoy in this moment filled her heart with contentment.

Her mindset gradually shifted—she didn't ask for every day and every night together, only to have once possessed such moments.

"It's nothing."

"It's late, we should sleep..." Su Bei touched her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up, took the distracted Li Zijun's small hand, and carefully examined her own dress that Li Zijun was wearing. Nodding in approval, she said, "Zi Jun, this dress suits you quite well..."

Li Zijun blushed.

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

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun hesitated, then looked up at Su Bei and then at Ji Nanjue beside her, feeling a little sorry. "That wouldn't be right... It looks like it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei understood that Nan Ji was trying to give her a way out; Nan Ji must have noticed the earlier awkwardness. A warmth spread through Su Bei's heart as she looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll just go outside then," she said.

Just then, the faint sound of footsteps approached from not far away.

The sudden noise made them all frown. Su Bei asked with a hint of puzzlement, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?"

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