All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 647: ,_2

If only I were really a man...

...

The glow from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and murky.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the novel current of Qi circulating through his body, and murmured to himself:

"Swords need to be nourished."

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

The myriad laws of the world, in all their variations, do not stray from their fundamental origin. What countless cultivators have always sought is that great eternal life—immortality.

Only cultivators who have attained minor longevity truly deserve the title 'Immortal,' having initially Achieved Dao. For Sword Cultivators, it's said there's no such exaggeration as a complete fusion of sword and man. However, if one wishes to reach the peak of cultivation, they must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.

One that belonged to themselves.

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

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

Touching the sword again, he could feel it was a bit more intimate than just a moment ago.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, and then picked up the Longsword, skewered a slab of pork on it, and began roasting it over the fire:

"The sword has been well nourished."

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon was dimly shrouded in a light mist.

Footsteps approached gently from behind Su Bei, and within the flickering firelight, he could vaguely see a familiar wisp of white veil.

With no moon in the sky, everything around seemed a bit dim.

A smile curved on Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he embraced the woman by the waist and laughed:

"Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

In the midst of speaking... their physical closeness had already begun to escalate.

Pressed against her, caressing her earlobes... along with the undulating curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide open, her mind blank, as Su Bei pulled her over just like that.

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

She had just bathed, still carrying a fragrance, an amorous ambiance lingering within the Daoist Temple.

Her face gradually turned rosy, but it was unclear whether it was due to her embarrassing actions or because he was holding her wrist firmly.

Su Bei frowned slightly, slowly realizing that something was amiss. Ji Baoer's figure was supposed to be more... and she didn't have such an innocent feel; he could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally came to her senses from the shock. With small hands, she pushed somewhat frantically at Su Bei and nervously said:

"I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her words carried a touch of grievance; she turned her body to the side, looking away, biting her lip.

Su Bei was instantly taken aback, staring dumbly at the woman before him.

What beastly thing had he done?

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but he feared the gesture might cause a misunderstanding. His hand froze in mid-air, and he swallowed.

"Disciple, your master didn't know it was you..."

"You were wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight was dim..." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

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

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

"..."

Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, then gently stood up and touched his nose. After some thought, he said:

"Your master really didn't know..."

Saying this, he grabbed her delicate wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.

The firelight flickered on their faces as they each nursed their own thoughts.

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's crystal-clear, jade-like complexion, Su Bei felt a surge of impulsiveness, and his heart unexpectedly began to race. Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been quite bold, and the way Li Zijun felt to him was clearly far from that. But her gentle yet subtly distant demeanor sparked an odd sensation within Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei still lifted his hand and extended two fingers, gliding tentatively towards Li Zijun's face.

After a pause, he finally touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun trembled faintly, her intelligent eyes sparkling like stars. She struggled slightly, creating a small gap. This time, she did not react violently. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Gentle as jade.

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

The flickering firelight illuminated two tear tracks.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's soft chin, lifting it to gaze into her stunningly beautiful face.

With two fingers, he tenderly wiped away her tears and softly said,

"I'm sorry."

"Master..."

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

She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his transgression? Or because there was no future destined for them? Seeing that momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear. Helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently raised her head, then the corners of her mouth curved into a smile, hiding the last teardrop deep within her eyes:

"I don't blame Master."

"The dress was given by Sister Nan Ji, and Master mistook me for someone else because of it."

"..."

Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile and suppressed the terrible thought that had crossed his mind a moment ago.

Why were all his disciples so odd? Each seemed to have shared long years with him, and there was always this indescribable sentiment involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, now wearing a different outfit, walked in, then looked around with a curious expression.

Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei and wiped away the water droplets that still clung to her from her bath.

A flicker of puzzlement crossed her eyes. He usually would have rushed to her by now, so why was he so calm today? What happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.

"Husband, what's wrong? Distracted?"

Su Bei gave her a smile and then embraced Ji Nanjue.

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to feel a whirlwind of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.

She had been deep in thought just now. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous; the world was heartless, often making their journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this moment of peace brought her a sense of contentment.

Her mindset began to shift slightly. Desiring not days and nights together, but treasuring the moments once shared.

"It's nothing."

"It's late; it's time for bed..."

Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue got up and took the hand of the preoccupied Li Zijun. She carefully observed her dress on Li Zijun, then nodded:

"Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning a cold tone:

"As punishment, you sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun."

"How about that, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was startled. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her. Feeling a pang of pity, she said:

"That doesn't seem right... it's about to rain outside."

Su Bei naturally knew Nan Ji was giving him an out, likely having sensed the earlier awkwardness.

Touched, he looked at Ji Nanjue and said:

"I'll go outside then..."

Just then, the sound of faint footsteps suddenly came from not too far away.

The unexpected noise made everyone frown. Su Bei asked in confusion:

"Who could it be, passing by so late at night?"

"..."