All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 700: , _2

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

... 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

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

Caressing the two swords in the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a brand new energy meandering through his body and murmured, "A sword must be nurtured."

The Qingping Sword had already become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still fell somewhat short in terms of control.

All laws under heaven vary infinitely but do not stray from their origin; what countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is that immortal longevity.

Only cultivators who achieve minor longevity are truly worthy of the title "Immortal," having taken the initial step towards "Achieving Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although it's not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, if one wishes to reach the end of the cultivator's path, they must, at the very least, nurture their own Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belonged to him.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, his soul drifting out to merge with the surrounding heaven and earth. There, he saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul lingered for a moment around the Missing Departure and then returned to his body.

Upon touching the sword again, he could feel it was a bit more intimate than a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and roasted it over the fire, saying, "The sword is well-nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

The flowers shone brightly under a dim moon, veiled in a light mist.

Footsteps approached gently from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar trail of white gauze could just be made out.

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

A curve formed at the corner of Su Bei's mouth. Without even looking, he swept the woman into an embrace by her waist, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As he spoke, his hands were already beginning to explore upwards. Pressing down on her, he nuzzled her ear, his body moving with the curves of hers.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide open, her mind a complete blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her over just like that.

Feeling his experienced hands stroking her body, she couldn't think straight for a moment.

Having just bathed, she was still fragrant, and a seductive atmosphere filled the Daoist Temple.

Her face grew increasingly rosy, but it was unclear whether it was because of her own flustered movements or because of the wrist held tightly in his grasp.

Su Bei frowned slightly, starting to sense that something was amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer should be more... responsive, and she wouldn't feel this inexperienced. I can even sense the woman beneath me trembling.

"Master... Master."

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

"..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance. She turned her body to the side, looked away, and bit her lip.

Su Bei was startled for a moment. He leaned down and stared blankly at the woman before him.

What had I just done, something worse than a beast?

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfortingly stroke her head, but fearing she might misunderstand, his large hand hovered in mid-air. He swallowed hard and spoke, "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you..."

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

Li Zijun lowered her head and murmured a low response, her facial expression indistinct.

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

"..."

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

As he spoke, he grabbed her snow-white wrist, intending to pull her up.

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

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's translucent, jade-like face, an impulsive feeling surged in Su Bei's heart, and his own heart began to race.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been undeniably bold. The way Li Zijun responded, or rather, the sensations she evoked in him, were clearly very different. But that gentleness, mixed with an almost imperceptible distance, stirred a strange sensation in Su Bei.

As if forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again. He extended two fingers, tentatively gliding them toward Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment but finally touched that jade-smooth cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shuddered slightly. Her intelligent eyes, like stars, blinked, creating a small gap as she subtly tried 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.

Warm and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw a teardrop, like a pearl, roll down her snowy cheek from the corner of Li Zijun's eye.

The flickering firelight illuminated two tear stains.

Su Bei's hand paused. He then gently slid it to Li Zijun's tender chin, tilting her face toward him as he gazed at her stunning visage.

His two fingers gently brushed away her tears as he spoke softly, "I'm sorry."

"I..."

Li Zijun's eyes, filled with tears, gazed at Su Bei.

Why was she crying? Was it because of his offense? Or because there could never be anything between them?

Seeing the momentary lapse in his gaze, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to make. Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head. A smile touched the corners of her mouth as she hid the last 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 for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, suppressing the dreadful thought that had just flashed through his mind.

Why are all the disciples I take on so strange? Each one seems to have shared long years with me, as if there's an indescribable affection binding us.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, now wearing different clothes, walked in. Her expression was odd as she scrutinized everything before her.

She sat down barefoot beside Su Bei and began to wipe off the water droplets that still clung to her skin.

A glint of confusion passed through her eyes. Usually, he would pounce on me; why is he so calm today? What happened between them while I was gone? The atmosphere is so strange.

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

Su Bei smiled at her and then embraced Ji Nanjue.

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense the complexity of his emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed him on the lips.

She had been thinking a great deal just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous, that life's indifference would often make their path exceptionally difficult. However, enjoying this moment of peace brought her a measure of satisfaction.

Her mindset had begun to subtly change. She didn't ask for constant companionship, only to cherish the moments they had.

"It's nothing."

"It's late. We should sleep..."

Su Bei caressed her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun by her small hand. She carefully examined her own dress on Li Zijun and nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite good in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face flushed crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said with feigned coldness, "As punishment, you sleep outside tonight. I'll sleep with Zi Jun."

"How about it, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was taken aback. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "That's not very good... It looks like it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out, probably having noticed the earlier awkwardness.

His heart warmed. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll go outside then..."

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

The sudden noise made them all frown slightly. Su Bei paused, listening intently as the faint footsteps grew a little clearer, a little closer. He looked towards the source of the sound with some confusion.

"Who could be passing by so late at night?" he finally voiced his thoughts.

"..."