All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 721 - 395_2

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

...

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling a new energy coursing through his body, and muttered to himself, "Swords need nurturing."

The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but his control over Missing Departure was certainly lacking.

The myriad methods of the world all stem from the same origin. What countless cultivators have always sought is the great longevity that averts death. Only a cultivator who has achieved minor longevity truly deserves the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, it is essential that the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although it's not as exaggerated as merging with one's sword, those who wish to reach the pinnacle of cultivation must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of one's own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened completely, his soul drifting out to merge with the surrounding heaven and earth. He then saw himself seated in meditation. His soul wrapped around Missing Departure once before returning to his body. Touching the sword again, he could feel a bond more intimate than a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded with satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and began roasting it over the fire. "The sword is well-nourished."

Missing Departure: "..."

Flowers shone faintly, the moon was dim, shrouded in a light mist.

The sound of footsteps approached gently from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering firelight, a familiar trace of white gauze could vaguely be seen. There was no moon in the sky, and everything around seemed dim.

Su Bei's lips curved into a smile. Without looking, he swept the woman into his embrace by the waist, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

As he spoke, his hand had already begun to gradually climb upwards. Leaning over her, his hand caressed her ear, following the contours of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes widened, her mind blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her in without resistance. Feeling his experienced hand stroking her body, she was momentarily unable to think. She had just bathed, her body still fragrant, and an enchanting atmosphere enveloped the Daoist Temple. Her cheeks gradually turned rosy, though it was unclear whether it was due to the compromising position or the wrist held firmly in his hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing something was amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer's figure here should be more ample... and she wouldn't feel so inexperienced. He could even sense the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

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

"..."

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

Su Bei froze for a moment, then leaned down, looking at the woman before him, dumbfounded. What beastly act had I committed?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head but feared the gesture would be misunderstood. His hand froze in mid-air as he swallowed. "Disciple, I didn't know it was you..."

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

Li Zijun looked down and mumbled a response, her expression unclear.

"Master... could you please get up first?"

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently rose, touched his nose, and after a moment of thought, said, "I really didn't know..."

As he spoke, he grasped her fair wrist, intending to help her up.

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

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's jade-like, clear complexion, he felt a sudden surge of impulse, and his heart unexpectedly began to beat faster. Compared to Nan Ji, the audacity of his actions toward Li Zijun was undeniable, and the sensation she gave him was remarkably different. But the gentle yet elusive distance she maintained sparked an odd feeling within Su Bei.

As if forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand. Reaching out with two fingers, he hesitantly slid them toward Li Zijun's face. He paused for a moment, ultimately touching her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly. Her intelligent eyes, like stars, flickered as if struggling, but this time she did not react violently. She closed them, allowing Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with his fingers.

Warm and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears fall from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, sliding down her pale cheeks. The swaying firelight reflected two streaks of tears on her face.

Su Bei's hand paused then gently slid to Li Zijun's soft chin. He lifted it, turning her face toward him, and gazed at her stunningly beautiful visage. With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"I..."

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

She didn't even know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or because there would inevitably be no future between them?

Upon seeing the brief look of distraction in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to make either. Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun lifted her head gently, and then her lips curved into a faint smile, hiding the last tear in the corner of her eye, "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."

"The skirt was given by Sister Nan Ji; that's why Master mistook me for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had flashed through his mind just a moment ago.

Why were all the disciples I've taken on so strange? Each one seemed as though they had spent long years with me, always giving me the feeling that there was some inexplicable sentiment involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, who had changed into another garment, came in and looked around with a peculiar expression. Barefoot, she sat down next to Su Bei and began to wipe away water droplets that hadn't yet dried from herself.

A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on me. Why is he so calm today? What happened between those two while I was gone? The atmosphere is so peculiar.

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

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

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex array of emotions. She tilted her head back and kissed him on the corner of his lips. She had been thinking a great deal. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous. The world was unkind and would invariably make their path exceedingly difficult. However, simply being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility brought her a measure of contentment. Her mindset was gradually shifting. She didn't seek to be with him always, only to cherish the moments they had shared.

"It's nothing."

"It's late; it's time to sleep..." Su Bei stroked her hair.

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

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

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

"How about it, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun paused, then looked up at Su Bei, then over to Ji Nanjue beside her, saying with some reluctance, "That doesn't seem right... It's going to rain outside too."

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness.

He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue, "I'll just go outside then..."

Just at that moment, the faint sound of footsteps came from not too far away.

The sudden noise made everyone frown. Su Bei voiced his confusion, "Who could be out walking this late at night?"

"..."