All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 615 - 354_2

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

...

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box, feeling a new stream of qi circulating through his meridians, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

To Su Bei, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but his control over the Missing Departure was still lacking.

All the myriad arts and changes in the world do not deviate from their principles. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought that great immortality which eludes death.

Only those cultivators who achieved this minor immortality could truly be worthy of the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While this might not be as extreme as achieving unity between person and sword, one must at least nurture a Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit of their own—to reach the end of a cultivator's path.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, and his soul diffused out, merging with the heavens and earth. He then saw himself seated in a meditative pose.

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

Touching the sword again, he could feel it was more intimate than a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork with it, and began roasting it over the fire, saying, "The sword's nurturing is going well."

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in a light mist.

Footsteps approached gently from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could vaguely be seen.

The sky was moonless, and everything around seemed dim.

Su Bei's lips curled into a smile. Without looking, he swept the woman into his arms, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

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

"..."

Meanwhile... his advances were already escalating.

Pressing down on Li Zijun, his touch explored her curves, his lips nearing her earlobe...

Li Zijun's eyes were wide; her mind went blank as Su Bei pulled her close.

Feeling his skilled hands on her body, she was unable to think for a moment.

She had just bathed and her body still carried a light fragrance. An intimate atmosphere enveloped the Daoist Temple.

Her face gradually flushed, though it was unclear whether it was due to her awkward position or his hand gripping her wrist.

Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to realize something was amiss.

Clearly, Ji Baoer's body should be more... developed? And she wouldn't feel this inexperienced. He could also feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally regained her wits. Her small hands frantically pushed against Su Bei as she said nervously, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her words carried a hint of hurt. She turned her body sideways, biting her lip.

Su Bei was instantly stunned. He leaned down, staring dumbfounded at the woman before him.

What despicable thing have I done?

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort Li Zijun by patting her head but feared the gesture would be misunderstood. His hand hung in mid-air as he swallowed nervously, saying, "Disciple, your Master didn't know it was you..."

"You were wearing your Master's wife's clothes, and the firelight was dim..."

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

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently got up. He touched his nose and, after a brief thought, said, "Your Master truly didn't know..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Li Zijun's snow-white wrist, intending to help her up.

The firelight flickered, illuminating the faces of the two, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's translucent, jade-like face, an inexplicable impulse surged within him, and his heart began to accelerate.

Compared to Nan Ji, his advances on Li Zijun moments ago had been bold. Yet, the sensation Li Zijun evoked in him was markedly different.

However, that gentle yet faint sense of distance stirred a peculiar feeling in Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again, extending two fingers and tentatively tracing them towards Li Zijun's face.

After a slight hesitation, his fingers finally made contact with that smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her intelligent eyes like stars. She managed to create a little space between them but, this time, offered no fierce resistance. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei's two fingers to gently stroke her beautiful face.

It was as warm and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw a pearl-like teardrop emerge from the corner of Li Zijun's eye and roll down her snow-white cheek.

The flickering firelight reflected two glistening tear trails.

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

His two fingers gently wiped away the tears, and he said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Your Master..."

Li Zijun's eyes, filled with tears, gazed at Su Bei.

She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his transgression? Or because there could never be a future for them together? Upon seeing the momentary vacant look 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 lifted her head slightly. Then, her lips curled into a smile as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes, saying, "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."

"The dress was from Sister Nan Ji. That's why Master mistook me for her."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile and suppressed the terrible thought that had just risen within him.

Why are all my disciples so strange? It's as if each one has spent countless years with me; there's always this indescribable sentiment involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in a fresh outfit, walked in. She then looked around the room with an odd expression.

Barefoot, she sat next to Su Bei, wiping off lingering water droplets from her skin.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me. Why is he so calm today? What happened between those two while I was away? The atmosphere is so strange.

"Husband, what is it? You seem distracted."

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

It seemed that within Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a myriad of complex emotions. She lifted her head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Ji Nanjue had been thinking about many things. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous. The world was heartless, often making their journey together incredibly difficult. However, simply being able to enjoy this moment of peace brought contentment to her heart.

Her mindset also began to shift slightly.

——Not longing to be together day and night, but cherishing having once shared these moments.

"It's nothing."

"It's late; we should sleep..." Su Bei stroked Ji Nanjue's hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up, took the distracted Li Zijun by her small hand, and carefully examined her own dress on Li Zijun. She nodded, saying, "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite good on you..."

Li Zijun's face turned bright red.

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

"Is that fine, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was startled. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said, feeling a bit sorry for him, "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 noticed the earlier awkwardness.

Warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll just sleep outside..."

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

The sudden noise made everyone frown. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could be on the road this late at night?"

"..."