All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 639 - 365_2

If only I were really a man...

...

The pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple glowed dimly.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a new flow of energy coursing through his body, he muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

To him, the Qingping Sword was already second nature, but his control over the Missing Departure still left much to be desired.

All paths, though myriad, converge on the same principle. What countless monks have sought since ancient times is still that everlasting longevity.

Only those cultivators who have achieved minor longevity truly deserve the title "Immortal," having initially achieved Dao. For Sword Cultivators, while it's not as exaggerated as merging with the sword, if one desires to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one must at least nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of their own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely; his soul drifted out and merged with the surrounding heaven and earth. Thus, he saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul entwined around the Missing Departure for a moment, then returned to him.

Touching the sword again, he felt it was 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 began roasting it over the fire. "The sword is well-nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

「Flower Bright Moon shrouded in faint mist.」

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

The sky was moonless, casting everything around in a dim light.

A smile curved Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he swept the woman into his arms by the waist and chuckled, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As he spoke... his hands began to roam, gradually inching upwards. He pressed down on her, his fingers tracing her earlobes... following the curves of her body.

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

Feeling his experienced hands moving over her, she was momentarily unable to think.

She had just bathed, and her body still carried a fragrant aroma, creating an enchanting atmosphere within the Daoist Temple.

Her cheeks began to redden, though it was unclear whether it was due to the embarrassment of her own actions or because her wrist was grasped by his large hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually becoming aware that something was amiss.

Ji Baoer should be more responsive here... and not so timid. He could also feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock. Her small hands anxiously 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. She turned her head, biting her lip.

Su Bei was instantly stupefied. He looked down at the woman before him.

What kind of beastly thing had I done?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but hesitated, afraid of being misunderstood. His hand froze mid-air as he swallowed nervously. "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you..."

"You're wearing your mistress's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

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

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up. He touched his nose and said after a pause, "Your master truly didn't know..."

Saying this, he grabbed her delicate wrist, attempting to help her to her feet.

The flickering firelight illuminated their faces, both lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed upon Li Zijun's delicate, jade-like complexion, a sudden impulse rose within him, and his heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been undeniably forceful, and the sensation Li Zijun gave him was vastly different.

Yet, that gentleness, coupled with a subtle, almost imperceptible distance, evoked a strange feeling in Su Bei.

As if forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei lifted his hand and stretched out two fingers, tentatively gliding them across Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment before finally touching her smooth, jade-like cheeks.

Li Zijun's delicate body shuddered lightly, her bright eyes like stars. She managed to create a slight distance but didn't react fiercely this time, closing her eyes and allowing Su Bei to caress her beautiful face with his fingers.

Warm and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears gliding down Li Zijun's snow-white cheeks from the corners of her eyes.

The flickering flames reflected two tear streaks.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin, lifting it to gaze at her stunning face.

His two fingers delicately wiped away her tears as he said softly, "I'm sorry."

"As your master, I..."

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

Why am I crying? Is it because of his offense? Or because the two of us are fated never to be together? Seeing that momentary daze in his eyes, what kind of expression should I make? Helplessness? 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, then curved her lips into a smile, hiding the last tear in the corner of her eye. "Your disciple doesn't blame Master."

"The dress was a gift from Sister Nan Ji; that's why Master mistook me."

"..."

Su Bei chuckled awkwardly at her, suppressing the terrible thought that had just sprung up in his mind.

Why are all my disciples so strange? Each one seems to have shared long years with me, as if there are always these indefinable feelings involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in a different outfit, walked in, then looked around with a peculiar expression.

She sat down barefoot beside Su Bei, wiping lingering water droplets from her skin.

A glint of confusion flashed in her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me by now. Why is he so calm today? What happened between them while I was away? The atmosphere is so weird.

"Husband, what's the matter? You seem distracted."

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

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex mix of emotions from him. She looked up and kissed Su Bei's lips.

She had been thinking a lot just now. She knew their path ahead would be long and hard. Life was cruel and always made their journey together extraordinarily difficult. But at this moment, the peace she could enjoy made her rather content.

Her mentality had started to shift slightly.

I don't ask for every dawn and dusk together, only to cherish the moments we've had.

"It's nothing."

"It's late; we should get some sleep..." Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up, took the absent-minded Li Zijun's hand gently, and carefully examined the dress she was wearing, nodding. "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite good on you..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with feigned coldness, "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 was startled for a moment. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "Is that really okay? 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.

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

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

The unexpected sound made them all frown. Su Bei asked doubtfully, "Could there be travelers this late at night?"

"..."