All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 690 - 385_2

If only I were really a man...

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a fresh stream of energy coursing through his veins, he murmured to himself, "Swords need nurturing."

For him, the Qingping Sword had become second nature, but when it came to Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.

In this world, countless laws and changes all follow the same origin. What numerous cultivators have sought since ancient times is immortality—the great longevity.

Only a cultivator who has achieved minor longevity truly deserves the title of 'Immortal,' a preliminary step in 'Achieving Dao.' And for a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although there is no such exaggerated concept as the fusion of person and sword, if one wishes to reach the end of the cultivator's path, they must at least nurture their own Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of their own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened fully, his soul dispersing to merge with the surrounding heaven and earth. He then saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul entwined around Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body.

Touching the sword again, he could feel it had become slightly more intimate than a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a chunk of pork, and began roasting it over the fire, remarking, "The sword is well nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon dimly shrouded in light mist.

Footsteps approached lightly from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering firelight, he could glimpse a familiar wisp of white gauze.

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

The corners of Su Bei's mouth curved into a smile. Without looking, he swept the woman into his arms by the waist and laughed, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone?"

"Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As he spoke... their closeness gradually escalated.

He pressed down on her, his breath caressing her ear... following the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes went wide, her mind blank, as she allowed Su Bei to pull her close.

Feeling his skilled hands moving over her body, she was momentarily unable to think.

Having just bathed, she still carried a delicate fragrance, and a romantic ambiance enveloped the interior of the Daoist Temple.

Her complexion gradually reddened, though it was unclear whether from the embarrassment of their contact or because his hand gripped her wrist so firmly.

Su Bei frowned slightly, starting to sense that something was amiss.

Surely Ji Baoer's frame should be more... developed? And she wouldn't feel so inexperienced. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

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

"..."

There was a hint of grievance in her voice. She twisted to the side, turning her head away and biting her lip.

Su Bei was momentarily stunned, looking down dumbfounded at the woman before him.

What beastly thing have I done?

The atmosphere grew awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her, to stroke her head, but feared the gesture would be misunderstood. His hand froze in mid-air as he swallowed hard, saying, "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you..."

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

Li Zijun mumbled a response, her head bowed and her expression unreadable.

"Master... could you please move first?"

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up, touched his nose, and after a moment's thought, said, "Your master truly didn't know..."

As he spoke, he grasped her delicate wrist, attempting to pull her to her feet.

The firelight flickered, casting shadows on the faces of the two, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's jade-like, radiant face, he felt a sudden surge of impulse, and his heart began to pound.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been undeniably forceful. The sensation Li Zijun gave him was distinctly different.

Yet that gentle, almost elusive distance she maintained stirred a strange feeling within Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand. He extended two fingers, tentatively brushing them against Li Zijun's cheek.

After a pause, his fingers finally met her jade-smooth cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly. Her intelligent, star-like eyes showed a hint of resistance, a brief attempt to pull away, but this time she did not react violently. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.

As smooth and gentle as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears slide from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing paths 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, rosy chin, tilting her face up to gaze at her stunning features.

With two fingers, he lightly wiped away her tears, saying softly, "I'm sorry."

"I..."

Li Zijun looked up at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

Why were these tears falling? Was it because of his offense? Or was it because there was no destined future between them?

Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun found herself unsure what expression to wear.

Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head. A smile touched her lips as she hid the last tear in the corner of her eye, saying, "Disciple does not blame Master."

"The dress was from Sister Nan Ji; that's why Master mistook me for her."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the alarming thoughts that had just surfaced.

Why are all the disciples I take on so strange? Each one seems as if they've spent long years with me, and there's always this indescribable sentiment involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue walked in, wearing a different set of clothes. With a perplexed expression, she sized up the scene before her.

She sat down barefoot beside Su Bei, wiping lingering droplets of water from her skin.

A trace of confusion flickered in her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on me by now. Why is he so calm today? What happened between them while I was away? The atmosphere is so strange.

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

Su Bei smiled at her, then pulled Ji Nanjue into an embrace.

It seemed that in Su Bei's arms, Ji Nanjue sensed his complex emotions. She tilted her head back and kissed the corner of his mouth.

She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the path ahead was long and arduous. The world was unfeeling, destined to make their journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, to enjoy this momentary tranquility now brought a deep sense of contentment to her heart. Her mindset was gradually undergoing a slight change. ——Not seeking to be together morning and night, but cherishing having had each other.

"It's nothing."

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

Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up, took Li Zijun's small, distracted hand, and carefully examined the dress—her own dress—that Li Zijun was wearing. She nodded, remarking, "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite good on you..."

Li Zijun's face flushed crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning a cold tone, "As a punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight. I'll cuddle up with Zi Jun."

"Is that okay with you, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was taken aback for a moment. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said, feeling a little sorry for him, "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 noticed the earlier awkwardness.

A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll go outside..."

Just then, the faint sound of footsteps was suddenly heard from nearby.

The unexpected sound made them all frown. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could it be, walking around at this late hour?"

"..."