All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 623 - 358_2

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

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The light from the stack of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.

Gently wiping the two swords within the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a brand-new flow of energy coursing through all the meridians in his body, murmuring to himself,

"The sword needs nurturing."

The Qingping Sword was already an extension of his will, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he was still lacking in control.

Throughout the world, amidst the myriad of techniques and changes, what countless cultivators pursued was still the great longevity that eluded death.

Only cultivators who had achieved minor longevity truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, nurturing the sword as it nurtures the person is essential. Although achieving a perfect unity with the sword is exaggerated, if one wishes to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, at the very least, one must cultivate their own Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belonged to oneself alone.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, his entire Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opening. His soul drifted out, merging with the heaven and earth around him, and he saw himself sitting cross-legged.

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

Touching the sword once more, he could feel it had become a few degrees more intimate than just a moment ago.

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

"The sword has been well nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

The Flower Bright Moon was dimly shrouded by a light mist.

Footsteps gently approached from behind Su Bei; in the flickering firelight, he could vaguely discern the familiar silhouette shrouded in white gauze.

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

The corners of Su Bei's mouth curved into a smile. Without looking, he swept the woman into his arms, laughing,

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

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

...

As he spoke... his hands had already begun to gradually make their way upwards. Pinning her down, his touch trailed along her ear... following the rising and falling curves of her body.

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

Feeling his familiar hands skillfully roaming over her, she was unable to think for a moment.

She had just bathed and her body still carried a scent, enveloped in an intimate atmosphere within the Daoist Temple.

Her complexion gradually took on a flush, but it was unclear whether it was due to the embarrassment of her own actions or because of his large hand gripping her wrist.

Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to realize that something was amiss. Clearly, the part of Ji Baoer he should be feeling was meant to be more... and it shouldn't have this inexperienced sensation. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, her small hands frantically pushing against Su Bei, nervously saying,

"I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

...

With a hint of grievance in her words, she turned her head away, biting her lip.

Su Bei was instantly at a loss, dumbfounded as he looked down at the woman before him.

Had he just committed an act worse than that of a brute?

The atmosphere grew awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her small head, but fearing that the gesture might be misunderstood, his hand hung suspended in mid-air as he swallowed hard,

"Disciple, your teacher didn't know it was you..."

"You're wearing your Mistress's clothes, and the fire is dim..."

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

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

...

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently got up, touched his nose, and after a moment said,

"Your teacher really didn't know..."

As he spoke, he seized her wrist, attempting to pull her up.

The firelight waxed and waned, casting its light on the two of them, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's translucent and jade-like face, an impulsive feeling rose within him, and he found his heart starting to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, the boldness of his actions just now was significant, yet the sensation he got from Li Zijun was a far cry from what he was accustomed to.

However, that subtle tenderness, combined with a faint sense of distance, gave Su Bei an unusual feeling.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei still lifted his hand and cautiously slid two fingers towards Li Zijun's face.

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

Li Zijun's body shivered slightly, her eyes glittering like stars. Creating a small gap, she did not react violently this time; she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to caress her beautiful face gently with two fingers.

Gentle as jade.

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

The flickering firelight cast reflections of two tear stains.

Su Bei's hand halted. Then he gently slid it to Li Zijun's tender chin, lifting it to meet her gaze and looking into her stunningly beautiful face.

With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly,

"I'm sorry."

"I..."

Li Zijun's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Su Bei.

She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his violation? Or because there would never be an outcome between them?

Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to put on her face.

Helplessness?

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

Li Zijun lifted her head slightly, then her mouth curved into a faint smile, hiding the last tear in the depths of her eyes,

"Your disciple does not blame Master."

"The skirt was given by Sister Nan Ji, which is why Master mistook me for someone else."

...

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrible thoughts that had momentarily surged within him.

Why are all the disciples I take on so strange? Each one seems to have shared long years with me, always feeling as if there's some indescribable sentiment involved.

At that moment, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in different clothes, walked in, and then with a strange look, surveyed everything before her.

Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei, wiping away the water droplets still clinging to her.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes—in previous encounters, he surely would have pounced on her, so why was he so composed today? What had happened between them while she was gone? The atmosphere was peculiar.

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

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

In Su Bei's arms, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.

She had thought a lot just now. She was aware that the road ahead was long and arduous, devoid of compassion, and that their journey together would be extraordinarily difficult. Yet, enjoying this brief peace made her feel somewhat fulfilled in her heart.

Gradually, her mindset began to change.

Not asking for each day and night together, but grateful for having experienced it.

"It's nothing."

"It's late, we should sleep..."

Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue got up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun by the hand. She carefully examined Li Zijun in the clothes she wore and nodded,

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

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coldly, as if pretending,

"As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun."

"Is that okay with you, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun paused, looked up at Su Bei, then back at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with reluctance,

"That might not be good... it looks like it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him a way out; she must have seen the awkwardness just before.

He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue,

"I'll go outside then..."

Just then, suddenly, soft footsteps could be heard not far away.

The unexpected sound made everyone frown for a moment, and Su Bei said with some confusion,

"Who could it be walking around at this late hour?"

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