All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 631 - 362_2

If only I were really a man...

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The light from the pile 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 stream of Qi coursing through his meridians and murmured to himself, "The sword must be nurtured."

To him, the Qingping Sword had become an extension of his hand, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.

The myriad techniques in the world do not stray from their roots; since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought the grand immortality—the great longevity.

Only cultivators who achieve minor longevity truly deserve the title 'Immortal,' having initially 'Achieved Dao.' For a Sword Cultivator, however, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While not as dramatic as the legendary merging with one's sword, reaching the pinnacle of cultivation requires, at the very least, nurturing one's own Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.

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

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

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

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

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon grew dim, shrouded in a light mist.

Footsteps approached quietly from behind Su Bei; in the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could be indistinctly seen.

Under the moonless sky, everything seemed to fade into shadows.

A gentle curve formed on Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and greeted with a laugh, "Ji Baoer, why did you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

Between the words... the temperature began to rise slowly. Pressing against her, his breath... followed the undulating curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind blank, as Su Bei effortlessly pulled her closer.

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

She had just bathed, and the scent lingered on her body, surrounding the Daoist Temple with a romantic ambiance.

Her complexion grew increasingly rosy, but it was unclear whether it was from the embarrassment of her own movements or because of the wrist held firmly in his hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing that something was amiss. Indeed, Ji Baoer's figure should feel more... and she shouldn't seem so inexperienced; he could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master..."

Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock, her small hand shaking as she pushed against Su Bei, nervously uttering, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun."

"..."

Her voice carried a trace of grievance as she turned her head aside, biting her lip.

Su Bei was instantly taken aback, looking down at the woman in front of him. What unforgivable thing had he done?

The atmosphere became awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head but feared this action might be misunderstood. His hand remained suspended in mid-air as he swallowed dryly, "Disciple, your master did not know it was you... You were wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight was dim..."

Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her face expression obscured.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave an embarrassed smile, then gingerly rose to his feet, touched his nose, and after a moment of thought, he said, "Your master really did not realize..."

With that, he grasped her delicate wrist, intending to pull her to standing. The flickering firelight fell upon the faces of the two, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed upon Li Zijun's crystal-clear visage, a spontaneous desire surged within him, and his heart began to beat more rapidly.

Compared to Nan Ji, his recent actions were undeniably fervent; the impressions Li Zijun left on him were significantly different.

Yet that subtle and elusive distance she maintained was enough to stir an unusual sensation within Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei still raised his hand, extending two fingers tentatively toward Li Zijun's face.

He paused, and eventually, they made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek. It felt as warm and smooth as jade.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered fractionally, her intelligent eyes shining like stars. She managed to move back slightly, but this time did not react violently, closing her eyes and allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes, pearl-like teardrops sliding down her snow-white cheeks; the flickering firelight reflected two streaks of tear marks.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently swept to Li Zijun's rosy chin, holding it and turning her to face him, staring at her exquisitely beautiful face.

With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears, saying softly, "I'm sorry. I, your master..."

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

She herself didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or because there was no destined outcome between them?

Seeing the momentary distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun did not know what expression to make. Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, then the corners of her mouth curled into a smile, hiding the last tear in the depth of her eyes, "Your disciple does not blame Master. The skirt was given by Sister Nan Ji, which led Master to mistake me for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei smiled sheepishly, squashing down the horrible thought that had just surged in him.

Why were all the disciples he took on so peculiar? Each one seemed to have gone through long years with him, always feeling there was some indescribable emotion involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, now clothed in a different outfit, came in, then looked around at everything with a strange expression.

She sat down beside Su Bei, barefoot, wiping the still-wet droplets from herself.

A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes. In the past, he would certainly have pounced on her. Why was he so calm today? What had happened between them in her absence? The atmosphere was so strange.

"Husband, what's wrong? Distracted?"

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

It seemed that in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a complex mix of emotions; she tilted her head up and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.

She had been thinking a great deal. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous. Life was pitiless, often making their journey together exceptionally difficult. However, being able to enjoy this moment of peace filled her with satisfaction.

Her mindset gradually underwent a slight change.

Not asking for enduring days and nights, but for having once possessed.

"Nothing."

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

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the distracted Li Zijun's small hand, examining her own dress carefully, nodding, "Zi Jun looks quite suitable in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coldly, "As punishment, you sleep outside tonight. I will cuddle with Zi Jun. Is that okay with you, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was taken aback, looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, feeling somewhat unsettled, "That's not very good... It's about to rain outside." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Su Bei naturally knew that Nan Ji was trying to give him an out; she must have picked up on the awkwardness earlier.

He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue, "I'll just go outside then..."

At that moment, faint footsteps suddenly came from not too far away.

The unexpected sound made everyone frown. Su Bei said with some confusion, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?"

"..."