All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 661: ._2

"If only I really were a man..." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

...

The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and muted.

As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, he felt a fresh stream of energy coursing through his body, murmuring to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

The Qingping Sword was already like second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still somewhat lacking.

All the myriad laws and changes of the world never stray far from their root; what countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is the great immortality that spares them from death. Only those cultivators who have achieved lesser immortality are worthy of the title "Immortal," having taken the initial steps of "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although there is nothing so exaggerated as the complete unity of sword and person, if one wishes to reach the ultimate end of a cultivator's path, at the very least, they must cultivate a Sword Spirit.

Their own Sword Spirit.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, fully opening his Dantian Knowledge Sea. His soul drifted out, merging with the heaven and earth, and he saw himself seated in meditation. His soul wound around the Missing Departure, then returned to his body. Touching the sword again, he could feel it had grown more intimate than just moments before.

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: "..."

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

Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei, and in the flickering firelight, one could glimpse that familiar wisp of white gauze.

There was no moon in the sky, and everything was somewhat dim.

Su Bei's lips curved into a smile. Without looking, he reached out and pulled the woman into an embrace by her waist, laughing, "How come Ji Baoer has returned alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As they spoke...his touch began to explore upwards. Pressing her down, he nibbled her earlobe...following the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind blank as Su Bei pulled her into his embrace. Feeling his experienced hands caressing her body, she found herself unable to think. She had just bathed, and her body still carried a fragrance, an amorous atmosphere enveloping them within the Daoist Temple. Her cheeks gradually turned rosy, though it was unclear if it was due to the embarrassing actions or her wrist being grasped by his hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, also beginning to realize that something was off. Surely Ji Baoer's body should have felt more...mature, and without this inexperienced sensation; it seemed he could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master." Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, a little flustered as she pushed against Su Bei, nervously saying, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance as she turned her body, looking away and biting her lip.

Su Bei was momentarily stunned, bending down to look at the woman before him. What beastly thing had he done?

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but he feared this action might cause a misunderstanding. His hand froze in mid-air as he swallowed, "Disciple, your master did not realize it was you... You were wearing your mistress's clothes, and the fire was dim..."

Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her facial expression unclear.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently got up, touched his nose, and considered what to say, "Your master really didn't know..."

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

The firelight flickered on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's crystalline, jade-like face, a surge of impulse rose within him, and his heart began to beat faster. Compared to Nan Ji, the actions he had taken just now were not mild; the feeling Li Zijun gave him on this intimate level was evidently very different. But that gentle yet faintly distant demeanor of hers was sparking a strange new feeling inside Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand, extending two fingers and tentatively gliding them over Li Zijun's face. He hesitated for a moment but eventually made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's body shivered slightly, her intelligent eyes like stars. She struggled to create a small gap between them; this time, however, she did not react intensely, closing her eyes and letting Su Bei gently caress her beautiful face with his fingers.

As gentle as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears sliding down Li Zijun's snow-white cheeks from the corners of her eyes. The flickering firelight illuminated two streaks of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin, lifting it to gaze at her stunningly beautiful face. With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Master..."

Li Zijun looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. She didn't know why her tears were shed. Was it because of his offense? Or was it because there was no destined outcome between them? Upon seeing that momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression she should make. Was it helplessness?

"Flowers in the mirror, moon on the water." Li Zijun gently lifted her head, and then a faint smile curled her lips, hiding the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master. The dress was given by Sister Nan Ji; that's why Master mistook me for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei awkwardly smiled at her, pushing down the terrible thoughts that had surged momentarily. Why are all the disciples he accepted so strange? Each one seemed as if they had spent long years with him, and there was always this indescribable emotion involved.

At that moment, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, having changed into another outfit, walked in, her expression a little peculiar as she surveyed the scene. Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei, wiping still-wet droplets from herself.

A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes; usually, he would have pounced on her, so why was he so calm today? What had happened between them while she was gone? The atmosphere was so strange.

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

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

Within Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head 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 exceptionally difficult. However, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility brought her considerable contentment. Her mindset had gradually begun to shift. —Not asking for forever, just cherishing what was once had.

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

Ji Nanjue stood up and took Li Zijun's small, distracted hand. She carefully observed her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded, "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned bright red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said in a deliberately cold tone, "As punishment, you sleep outside tonight. I'll cuddle with Zi Jun. Is that alright, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was stunned for a moment. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, feeling somewhat reluctant to agree, "That's not good... It looks like it's going to rain outside too."

Su Bei naturally knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness. His heart warmed at the thought, and he looked at Ji Nanjue, "I'll go outside then..."

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

The sudden noise made everyone frown. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could it be at this late hour?"

"..."