All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 629 - 361_2

If only I were really a man...

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The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was faint and dim.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the new surge of qi traversing his body. He murmured to himself, "The sword must be nurtured."

The Qingping Sword was already like an extension of himself, but his control over Missing Departure was still somewhat lacking.

All methods under the heavens, though ever-changing, did not deviate from their fundamental principles. What countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was that grand immortality, a life without end. Only cultivators who achieved lesser immortality were truly worthy of the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as the complete merging of person and sword, to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one had to, at the very least, cultivate a Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit that belonged solely to oneself.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, his entire Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opening. His soul diffused, merging with the surrounding heaven and earth, and then he saw himself seated cross-legged. His soul wound around Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body. Touching the sword again, he could feel it had become noticeably more intimate than just a moment before.

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

Missing Departure: ...

Flowers gleamed under a dim moon, shrouded in a light mist.

Soft footsteps approached from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar white gauze was faintly visible. The moonless sky cast a dimness over everything.

The corners of Su Bei's mouth curved slightly. Without looking, he swept the woman into his arms by the waist, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why did you return alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zijūn?"

"..."

As they spoke... his hands had already begun their ascent. He pressed down on her, his lips finding her earlobe... his touch tracing the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her over just like that. Feeling his large, skilled hands expertly caressing her body, she couldn't think for the moment. She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, and a romantic atmosphere filled the Daoist Temple. Her complexion gradually turned rosy. It was unclear if this was due to her own embarrassing position or because his hand held her wrist so firmly.

Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to sense that something was amiss. Ji Baoer's figure should be more... voluptuous... and she wouldn't feel so reserved. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock. Pushing at Su Bei with her small hands, she said nervously, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zijūn..."

"..." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Her voice carried a hint of grievance. She turned her body away and averted her gaze, biting her lip.

Su Bei froze, leaning down to stare dumbfoundedly at the woman before him. What beastly thing had I done?

The atmosphere grew awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but his hand froze mid-air, fearing she might misunderstand. He swallowed hard. "Disciple, Master didn't know it was you... You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

Li Zijun mumbled a response, her head lowered, her expression hidden.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently rose. He rubbed his nose, thought for a moment, and said, "Master truly didn't know..." As he spoke, he grasped her snow-white wrist, intending to pull her up.

The flickering firelight illuminated their faces, each lost in thought.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun's translucent, jade-like face, an impulse stirred within him, and his heart began to pound. Compared to Nan Ji, his earlier actions had been bold, yet the sensation Li Zijun gave him was markedly different. Yet her gentleness, coupled with a subtle, almost imperceptible distance, evoked a peculiar sensation in Su Bei.

As if forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again. He extended two fingers, tentatively reaching for Li Zijun's face. He hesitated for a moment before his fingers finally made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her intelligent eyes like stars. She shifted, creating a small space between them, but this time she didn't react violently. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Warm and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw tears like pearls escape the corners of Li Zijun's eyes and trace paths down her snow-white cheeks. The flickering firelight reflected two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused. Then, it gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin, tilting her head up so he could gaze into her stunning face. With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "Master..."

Li Zijun looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. She didn't know why her tears fell. Was it because of his transgression? Or because their paths were destined never to truly converge? Seeing the momentary bewilderment in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know how she should react. Is this helplessness?

"Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water." Li Zijun gently tilted her head up, a faint smile gracing her lips as she concealed the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Disciple doesn't blame you, Master. Sister Nan Ji gave me this dress; that's why Master mistook me."

"..."

Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, forcefully suppressing the terrible thought that had surged within him. Why are all the disciples I've taken on so strange? Each one seems as if they've spent long years with me, and there's always this indescribable feeling involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, now in different attire, walked in. Her expression was peculiar as she surveyed the scene. Barefoot, she sat beside Su Bei and began wiping lingering water droplets from her skin. A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on me by now. Why is he so subdued today? What had happened between them while I was away? The atmosphere is so weird.

"Husband, what's wrong? Distracted?"

Su Bei smiled at her and pulled her into an embrace. In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed his complicated emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of his mouth. She had just been thinking a great deal. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous; the world was heartless and would make their journey exceptionally difficult. However, being able to cherish these moments of peace made her feel somewhat content. Her perspective had gradually begun to shift. She didn't seek to be with him every day, but cherished the moments they had shared.

"It's nothing." Su Bei stroked her hair. "It's late; we should sleep..."

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the preoccupied Li Zijun by the hand. She examined the dress Li Zijun was wearing and nodded. "Zijūn, this dress looks quite good on you..."

Li Zijun's face flushed crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with feigned coldness, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll cuddle with Zijūn. Alright, Zijūn?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun hesitated. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "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. "I'll sleep outside then..."

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

The unexpected sound made all three of them frown. Su Bei asked, puzzled, Who could be walking around this late at night?

"..."