All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 651: ,_2

If only I really were a man...

The pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple glimmered dimly.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. He felt a new surge of energy coursing through his entire being and murmured to himself, "A sword needs to be nurtured."

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

In a world where myriad laws and changes never stray from their root, what countless cultivators sought was eternal life, the grand immortality. Only cultivators who achieved lesser immortality were genuinely worthy of the title "Immortal," marking their initial "Achieving Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the path differed. While it was said that one never truly became one with their sword, aspiring to reach the pinnacle of cultivation meant, at the very least, nurturing a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of one's own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, completely opening his Dantian Knowledge Sea. His soul drifted, merging with the world around him, and he saw himself in meditation. His soul coiled around Missing Departure once before returning to his body. When he touched the sword again, he sensed it had grown slightly more intimate to him than moments before.

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

"The sword has been well nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

The Flower Bright Moon was dim, shrouded in a light mist.

Soft footsteps approached from behind Su Bei. Through the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could faintly be seen.

The sky was moonless, and everything around seemed dim.

A smile curved at the corners of Su Bei's mouth. Without looking, he reached out, wrapped an arm around the woman's waist, and pulled her into his embrace, laughing, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?..."

As he spoke... his touch gradually ascended. He pressed against her, his lips brushing her ear... his body moving with the curves of hers.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind blank as Su Bei pulled her over without resistance. Feeling his skilled hands roaming over her body, she found herself unable to think. She had just taken a bath, and her body was fragrant, enveloping the Daoist Temple in an amorous atmosphere. Her face began to flush, though it was unclear whether it was due to the compromising position or the wrist his large hand gripped.

Su Bei frowned slightly, slowly realizing that something was amiss. Surely Ji Baoer's figure was more voluptuous... and she lacked this innocent awkwardness. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Mas... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock. Her small hands pushed at Su Bei in a fluster as she anxiously said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance. She turned her body away, biting her lip.

Su Bei froze, then leaned down to gaze, stupefied, at the woman before him.

What had he done, no better than a beast?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to pat her head comfortingly, but he feared she might misunderstand. His hand froze in midair, and he swallowed hard.

"My disciple, I didn't know it was you... You're wearing your Mistress's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

Li Zijun mumbled an indistinct reply, her expression hidden as she kept her head lowered.

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

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

As he spoke, he grasped her snow-white wrist, intending to help her up.

The flickering fire cast its glow on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's jade-like, radiant face, Su Bei felt a sudden impulse, and his heart began to pound. Compared to Nan Ji, his earlier actions had been quite bold, and the way Li Zijun felt to him was vastly different. But her gentleness, tinged with an elusive, subtle distance, stirred a peculiar sensation in Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting their earlier awkwardness, Su Bei still lifted his hand, reaching out two fingers tentatively towards Li Zijun's face. He paused for a moment before his fingers finally made contact with her smooth cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled faintly. Her intelligent eyes, bright as stars, reflected her struggle as she tried to shift away slightly. This time, however, she didn't react strongly. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Warm and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw a pearl-like tear trickle from the corner of Li Zijun's eye, sliding down her snowy-white cheek. The flickering firelight illuminated the two tear tracks on her cheeks.

Su Bei's hand paused. Then, it gently slid to Li Zijun's delicate, rosy chin, tilting her face up so he could gaze at her exquisite features. With two fingers, he tenderly wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry. Master..."

Li Zijun's eyes met Su Bei's, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

She herself didn't know why these tears were falling. Was it because he had overstepped? Or was it because a relationship between them was doomed from the start?

Seeing the momentary bewilderment in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression she should wear. Was it resignation?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a faint smile gracing 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 this dress. That's why you mistook me for her, Master..."

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, forcibly suppressing the alarming thoughts that had momentarily surged through his mind.

Why were all the disciples he took on so odd? Each disciple he took seemed to carry the weight of long years spent with him, and there was always an undercurrent of unspoken, inexplicable affection.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, now in a fresh change of clothes, entered. She surveyed the scene before her with a peculiar expression. She sat beside Su Bei, her feet bare, wiping the lingering water droplets from her skin as she dried herself.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on her by now. Why is he so composed today? What happened between them while I was away? The atmosphere is so odd.

"Husband, what's wrong? You seem distracted."

Su Bei smiled at her, then wrapped his arms around Ji Nanjue.

Nestled in Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue felt a whirlwind of emotions. She tilted her head up and gently kissed the corner of his mouth. She had been thinking deeply just now. She knew the path ahead would be long and arduous. The world could be cruel, often making their journey together incredibly challenging. Yet, to savor this fleeting moment of tranquility brought a profound sense of contentment to her heart. Her perspective had gradually begun to shift.

Not seeking to be together day and night, but cherishing that they once had this.

"It's nothing." Su Bei stroked her hair. "It's late, we should sleep..."

Ji Nanjue rose, gently took the distracted Li Zijun's hand, and carefully examined the dress she was wearing. She nodded and remarked, "Zi Jun, this dress suits you quite well..."

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coolly, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll cuddle with Zi Jun. How does that sound, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun started. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said, finding the suggestion hard to accept, "That doesn't seem right... 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. A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll go outside then..."

Just at that moment, faint footsteps were heard approaching from not far away.

The sudden sound made all three of them frown. Su Bei voiced his confusion, "Who could be wandering around so late at night?..."