All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 694: .2

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

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a completely new flow of qi coursing through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

The Qingping Sword had already become second nature to him, but his control over Missing Departure was still lacking significantly.

All myriad techniques under heaven, despite their transformations, stemmed from the same origin. Countless cultivators throughout the ages had sought the same thing: the grand immortality that defied death.

Only cultivators who achieved lesser immortality truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. While it wasn't as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, if one hoped to reach the cultivator's zenith, they had to at least foster a Sword Spirit.

Their own Sword Spirit.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, his Dantian Knowledge Sea opening up entirely. His soul dispersed, merging with the surrounding heaven and earth, and he saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul wound around Missing Departure once before returning to his body.

Touching the sword again, he could feel it had grown several degrees more intimate with him than just a moment 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 has been well nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon shrouded in a faint mist.

Footsteps padded softly from behind Su Bei. Through the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze was vaguely discernible.

The sky was moonless, and everything around them was somewhat dim.

A smile touched Su Bei's lips. Without looking, he swept the woman into his embrace by her waist and laughed, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As he spoke, his hands had already begun to gradually explore upwards.

Pressing against her, he nuzzled her earlobe, his touch following the contours of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide, her mind a complete blank as she allowed Su Bei to pull her over.

Feeling his skilled hands stroking her, she was momentarily unable to think.

She had just bathed, and a delicate fragrance still clung to her, an intoxicating atmosphere lingering within the Daoist Temple.

Her face slowly flushed, though it was unclear whether it was due to her own awkward posture or the wrist he held so tightly.

Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing that something was amiss.

Surely, Ji Baoer's body in this area should be more... and she wouldn't feel this inexperienced. He could even feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

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

"..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance. She turned her body to the side, avoiding his gaze and biting her lip.

Su Bei froze for a moment, then leaned down, looking dumbfounded at the woman before him.

What beastly thing had he just done?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but he feared the gesture might lead to further misunderstanding. His hand remained suspended in mid-air as he swallowed nervously, "Disciple, your Master didn't realize it was you..."

"You're wearing your Master's wife's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

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

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then slowly got up. He touched his nose and, after a moment's thought, said, "Your Master truly didn't realize..."

As he spoke, he grasped her snowy wrist, intending to pull her up.

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

Su Bei wasn't sure why, but looking at Li Zijun's jade-like face, an impulse surged within him, and his heart unexpectedly began to race.

Compared to Nan Ji, the extent of his actions just now had been considerable; the sensation from Li Zijun's body was clearly vastly different.

But her gentle, yet faintly distant demeanor stirred a strange feeling within Su Bei.

As if forgetting the earlier embarrassment, Su Bei raised his hand again, extending two fingers to tentatively brush against Li Zijun's face.

He paused for a moment before his fingers finally made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled lightly. Her bright eyes, like stars, blinked, creating a slight gap as she subtly resisted. This time, however, she didn't react vehemently. 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 pearl-like tears escape the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, sliding down her snowy cheeks. The flickering firelight illuminated two glistening tear tracks.

Su Bei's hand stilled. Then, he gently slid his fingers to Li Zijun's soft chin, tilting her face towards him as he gazed at her stunning features.

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 she was crying. Was it because of his transgression? Or because their relationship was doomed to be fruitless?

Seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression she should wear.

Was it resignation?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a faint smile touching her lips as she hid the last unshed tear in the depths of her eyes, "Your disciple does not blame you, Master."

"Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress; that's why Master mistook me."

"..."

Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just surfaced within him.

Why were all his disciples so strange? Each one felt as if they had shared long eons with him, always hinting at some inexplicable emotion between them.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, now in different attire, walked in, her expression peculiar as she surveyed the scene.

Barefoot, she sat down beside Su Bei, wiping away lingering water droplets from her skin.

A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on her. Why was he so calm today? What had happened between the two of them while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.

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

Su Bei smiled at her and then drew Ji Nanjue into his arms.

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a whirlwind of complex emotions. She tilted her head back and kissed the corner of his lips. She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous; life was heartless, often making their path together exceptionally difficult. Yet, at this moment, being able to enjoy a fleeting period of tranquility filled her with a profound sense of satisfaction. Her perspective had gradually begun to shift.

—She no longer yearned for them to be together day and night, but cherished the fact that they had once had this.

"It's nothing."

"It's late; we should sleep..." Su Bei stroked her hair.

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

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said in a feigned cold tone, "As punishment, you sleep outside tonight. I'll cuddle 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 at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "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, "I'll go outside then..."

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

The sudden noise made everyone frown momentarily. Su Bei said, puzzled,

..

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"Could there be travelers this late at night?"

"..."