All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 645: .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 and sinking.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a brand new flow of qi coursing through his body, he muttered to himself, "Swords must be nourished."

The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking by quite a bit.

In this world of ceaseless change, what countless cultivators sought was the great eternal life, which ensured they would never die. Only those cultivators who achieved the lesser eternal life truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, as the saying went, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although there wasn't such an exaggeration as a complete union between the sword and the wielder, if one wished to reach the end of the cultivator's path, at the very least they must cultivate their own Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belonged to oneself.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, fully opening his Dantian Knowledge Sea, his soul dissipated and merged with the surrounding world. He then saw himself, sitting cross-legged. His soul wound around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to himself. Touching the sword again, he could feel that it had become a bit more affectionate than it was just a moment ago.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded satisfactorily and then picked up the Longsword, skewering a piece of pork, and roasted it over the fire. "The sword is well nourished."

Missing Departure: "..."

The Flower Bright Moon was dimly veiled in light mist.

Footsteps approached gently from behind Su Bei, the flickering firelight faintly revealing that familiar wisp of white gauze. The sky was moonless, and everything around was somewhat dim.

Su Bei's lips curved into a smile, and without looking, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and laughed, "How did Ji Baoer come back alone? Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

In the meantime... the intensity began to gradually climb. Pressing down on her, (.) he nibbled at her ears... following the rise and fall of her curves.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide open, her mind blank, as Su Bei pulled her towards him without resistance. Feeling his hands moving adeptly over her body, she was momentarily unable to think. Having just bathed, her body still carried a fragrant scent, an enchanting atmosphere lingering within the Daoist Temple. Her complexion gradually flushed, yet it was unclear whether it was due to the awkward movement or the wrist held firmly in his grip.

Su Bei frowned slightly, also beginning to notice that something was amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer's figure should have been more... and also shouldn't have felt this inexperienced; it seemed he could even sense the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally recovered from her shock, her small hands frantically pushing against Su Bei, nervously saying, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

There was a hint of grievance in her voice; she turned her body to the side and looked away, biting her lip.

Su Bei was taken aback for a moment, bending down to stare blankly at the woman before him. What beastly thing had he done?

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfortingly touch her head, but feared that this gesture might be misinterpreted. His hand froze mid-air, and he swallowed hard. "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you... You're wearing your mistress's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

Li Zijun murmured a low response, her face obscured. "Master... could you please get off first."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up, touched his nose, and after a moment said, "Your master really didn't know..." Saying this, he reached for her wrist, intending to pull her up to her feet.

The firelight flickered on and off, casting a glow on the faces of the two preoccupied individuals.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's luminous, jade-like face, a surge of impulse welled up inside him, and his heart began to beat faster. Compared to Nan Ji, his movements just before had been nothing short of bold, yet the impression that Li Zijun left on him was markedly different. But the subtle yet gentle distance that radiated from her sparked a strange feeling in Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei still lifted his hand, tentatively extending two fingers, and glided them towards Li Zijun's face. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately made contact with that smooth cheek. Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her eyes sparkling like stars. She managed to create a slight distance but didn't react strongly this time; instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers. Her skin felt warm and smooth, like jade.

Suddenly, to Su Bei's surprise, he saw pearl-like tears roll down from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes, sliding along her snow-white cheeks. The flickering firelight cast reflections of two streaks of tear marks.

Su Bei's hand stopped, then gently slid to Li Zijun's tender chin, lifting it to gaze at her stunning face. With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and softly said, "I'm sorry. Your master..."

Li Zijun's eyes looked at Su Bei, filled with tears. She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or was it because there was no possible future between them? Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to have. Was it helplessness?

"Flowers in the mirror, moon on the water." Li Zijun gently lifted her head, then curved her lips into a smile, hiding the last tear in her eyes. "Disciple does not blame Master. The skirt was given by Sister Nan Ji, so Master mistook me for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei smiled sheepishly at her, suppressing the terrible thought that had just risen momentarily. Why were all the disciples he took so strange? Each one seemed to share a long history with him, always feeling as though some indescribable sentiment was involved.

Just then, the door opened, and Ji Nanjue, wearing a different garment, walked in, looking around with an odd expression. Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei, wiping the undried water droplets from her body.

A glimmer of puzzlement flashed in her eyes. Usually, he would've pounced on her, so why was he so calm today? What had happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.

"Husband, what happened? You seem distracted?"

Su Bei smiled at her, then held Ji Nanjue in his arms. Enveloped in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex surge of feelings. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of his mouth. She had thought a lot just now. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous. The world was heartless, always making their journey difficult. However, at this moment, the brief peace made her quite content. Her mindset gradually began to shift. She didn't expect forever, but cherished having had.

"It's nothing. It's late at night, time to sleep..." Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue got up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun by the hand, carefully looking at her own garment on Li Zijun, and nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite suitable in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coldly for effect, "As a punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun to sleep. Isn't that right, Zi Jun?" She blinked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was startled for a moment, looked up at Su Bei, then looked at Ji Nanjue beside her and said with some reluctance, "That doesn't seem quite right... It looks like it's going to rain outside, too."

Su Bei knew that Nan Ji was finding him a way out; she must have noticed the awkwardness just now. His heart warmed, he looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll just go outside then..."

Just then, the sound of faint footsteps suddenly came from not far away. The unexpected noise made everyone frown instantly. Su Bei said with some confusion, "Who could be out and about at this late hour?"

"..."