All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 627 - 360_2

If only I were really a man…

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the new stream of qi circulating through his body, and murmured to himself, "Swords need nurturing."

To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.

In this world, myriad methods and changes all share a common origin. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought immortal longevity.

Only cultivators who achieved minor longevity truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having initially Achieved Dao. For Sword Cultivators, while it's not as exaggerated as merging with one's sword, those wishing to reach the pinnacle of cultivation must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit of their own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, completely opening his Dantian Knowledge Sea. He allowed his soul to drift out and merge with the surrounding world, where he then saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul wound itself around the Missing Departure once before returning to his body.

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

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and began roasting it over the fire. "The sword is well nurtured," he mused.

Missing Departure: "..."

The Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in light mist.

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

The sky was moonless, and everything around was rather dim.

The corners of Su Bei's mouth curved into a smile. Without looking, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, pulling her into his embrace, and laughed, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As he spoke... his advances escalated. Pressing down on her, he nibbled her ear... his touch following the undulating curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide, her mind blank, as she let Su Bei pull her close.

Feeling his experienced hands caressing her, she couldn't think for a moment.

She had just bathed, and her body was still fragrant. A romantic ambiance enveloped the Daoist Temple.

Her face gradually reddened, though it was unclear if it was due to the compromising position or his strong grip on her wrist.

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

Surely, Ji Baoer's figure should be more... developed? And not feel so... unripe. He could even feel the woman beneath him shivering.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock. Her small hands, slightly flustered, pushed against Su Bei as she said nervously, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance as she turned her head away, biting her lip.

Su Bei froze, then leaned in, dumbfounded, to look at the woman before him.

What beastly thing had he just done?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but fearing the gesture might be misunderstood, his hand froze mid-air. He swallowed nervously. "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you," he said. "You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her expression hidden in the dim light.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, then gently moved off her and stood up. He touched his nose, thought for a moment, and said, "Your master truly didn't know..."

With those words, he grasped her pale wrist, intending to help her up.

The firelight flickered, casting shifting shadows on their faces, each lost in thought.

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's delicate, jade-like face, an impulse stirred in Su Bei's heart, and his pulse began to race.

Compared to Nan Ji, his earlier advances on Li Zijun had been quite bold, yet the physical sensations she evoked were distinctly different.

But that gentle yet elusive distance from her stirred a strange feeling in Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand. He extended two fingers, tentatively reaching for Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment before his fingers finally brushed against her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her intelligent eyes sparkling like stars. She flinched, drawing back a little, but this time she didn't react violently. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with his fingertips.

Warm and smooth, like jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears welling at the corners of Li Zijun's eyes and rolling down her pale cheeks.

The flickering firelight reflected the two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand stilled. Then, it gently slid to Li Zijun's soft chin, tilting her face up so he could gaze at her exquisite beauty.

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

"Master..."

Li Zijun gazed at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

Why was she crying? Was it because of his transgression? Or because their relationship was doomed from the start? Seeing that fleeting moment of distraction in his eyes, what expression should she wear? Helplessness?

"A flower in the mirror, the moon on the water," Li Zijun murmured. She gently lifted her head, a faint smile touching her lips as she blinked back the last tear. "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master. Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress. That's why you mistook me for her."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the unsettling thought that had just surfaced.

Why were all the disciples he took in so peculiar? Each one felt as if they had shared long years with him, stirring inexplicable emotions.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, now in different attire, walked in. She surveyed the scene with a curious expression.

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

A flash of confusion crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on me by now. Why is he so composed today? What happened between these two while I was gone? The atmosphere is so strange.

"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted," Ji Nanjue asked.

Su Bei smiled at her and pulled her into his embrace.

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex mix of his emotions. She tilted her head and kissed the corner of his lips.

She herself had been thinking a great deal. The road ahead is long and arduous, she mused. The world is indifferent, and our path together will undoubtedly be fraught with hardship. Yet, this fleeting moment of peace brings me such contentment.

Her perspective had subtly shifted.

Not seeking to be together day and night, but cherishing the moments we've shared.

"It's nothing," Su Bei said, stroking her hair. "It's late. We should sleep..."

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the still somewhat dazed Li Zijun by the hand. She carefully examined her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded. "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 cool tone, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll sleep with Zi Jun. How about that, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun hesitated. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said reluctantly, "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.

A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue. "Alright, I'll sleep outside then..."

Just then, the faint sound of footsteps drifted from nearby.

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

"..."