All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 643 - 367_2

"If I were really a man, that would be wonderful..."

...

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

Gently wiping the two swords in the Sword Box, Su Bei felt the fresh stream of energy flowing through his body and murmured to himself, "A sword needs nurturing."

For him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to master in terms of control.

Throughout the ages, countless cultivators sought the grand immortality—eternal life itself. Only those cultivators who achieved minor immortality could truly deserve the title "Immortal," taking the initial step of "Achieving Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although there isn't such an exaggerated concept as becoming one with the sword, if one wishes to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, at the very least, they must cultivate their own Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, his Dantian Knowledge Sea opening completely, his soul dispersing and merging with the surrounding heaven and earth until he saw himself seated in meditation.

His soul coiled around the Missing Departure for a moment, then returned to his own body.

Touching the sword again, he felt a closer affinity than just a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork with it, and began roasting it over the fire.

"The Longsword is well-nurtured." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Missing Departure: "..."

「Flower Bright Moon shrouded in faint mist.」

Footsteps softly approached from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, one could barely make out that familiar wisp of white gauze.

The heavens were moonless; everything around seemed dim.

Su Bei's lips curved into a smile. Without looking, he reached out and pulled the approaching woman into an embrace, laughing as he said, "Ji Baoer, why have you returned alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

In the meantime... the atmosphere had already started gradually heating up.

He pressed down on her, caressing the shell of her ear, his touch following the contours of her body.

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

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

She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, and an atmosphere of sensuality enveloped the Daoist Temple.

Her cheeks gradually took on a rosy hue, though she was uncertain if it was due to her own awkward movements or the wrist held firmly in his grip.

Su Bei's brows furrowed as he, too, began to sense that something was amiss.

Ji Baoer's body should have been more... and didn't have this sense of inexperience—he could also feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock. Her small hands somewhat frantically pushed against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I am not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun... ah."

"..."

Her words were tinged with a hint of grievance. She turned her body aside, looking away and biting her lip.

Su Bei was momentarily stunned. He bent down to gaze dumbfounded at the woman before him.

What atrocious deed had he committed?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but fearing she might misunderstand, his hand froze mid-air. He swallowed hard.

"Disciple, I didn't realize it was you..."

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

Li Zijun lowered her head and murmured a low response, her facial expression indecipherable.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, then gently rose. He touched his nose, and after a moment's thought, said, "I truly didn't know..."

As he spoke, he grabbed her wrist, intending to pull her up.

The fluctuating firelight fell on their faces, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's clear, jade-like face, Su Bei felt a surge of impulse, and his heart began to race.

Compared to Nan Ji, his movements just now had been undeniably forceful. The sensation Li Zijun gave him, however, was vastly different. But that gentleness, mixed with a subtle, almost intangible sense of distance, stirred a peculiar sensation within Su Bei.

As if forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand, extending two fingers and hesitantly sliding them towards Li Zijun's face. Pausing briefly, he finally touched her smooth, jade-like cheek. It felt warm and smooth, like fine jade.

Li Zijun's delicate frame shivered slightly, her intelligent eyes like stars. She instinctively tried to create a little distance, but this time she didn't react violently. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Warm and smooth, like fine jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like teardrops slide from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing paths down her snow-white cheeks.

The flickering firelight illuminated two trails of tears.

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

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

"I..."

Li Zijun's eyes, full of tears, met Su Bei's.

She didn't even know why she was crying.

Was it because of his offense?

Or because there could never be an outcome between them?

Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a slight smile playing on her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."

"Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress; that's why Master mistook me."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just surged in his mind.

Why were all his disciples so strange?

Each one seemed as if they had shared long years with him; there was always an indefinable sentiment involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in a different attire, walked in, her expression puzzled as she surveyed the scene.

Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei and began wiping away water droplets that had not yet dried from her skin.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me. Why is he so composed today?

What happened between them while I was away?

The atmosphere is so peculiar.

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

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

Within Su Bei's arms, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense a complex array of emotions. She looked up and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.

She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous. The world was heartless, always making their journey together exceedingly difficult. Yet, at this moment, being able to enjoy a brief period of tranquility filled her with considerable satisfaction.

Her mindset had gradually begun to shift.

—She didn't ask for every day and night together, only to have cherished the moments they once had.

"It's nothing."

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

Su Bei caressed her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up, took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand, and carefully examined the dress Li Zijun was wearing—which was her own. She nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite good in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

Then, Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with feigned coldness, "As punishment, you sleep outside tonight. I'll sleep with Zi Jun."

"How about it, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun paused, looking up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her. She felt a bit sorry for him and said, "That's not good... It looks like it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei naturally knew that Nan Ji was providing him with a way out. She had likely noticed the awkwardness from before.

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

Just then, faint footsteps were heard from not too far away.

The unexpected noise made everyone's brows furrow instantly. Su Bei voiced his confusion, "Who could be traveling so late at night?"

"..."