All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 744: , 2

If only I were really a man...

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The heap of firewood inside the Daoist Temple emitted a dim, heavy light.

Gently wiping the two swords within the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a brand new qi coursing through his body and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

As for the Qingping Sword, it had already become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to improve in terms of control.

All the myriad laws of the world do not stray from their essence. What countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is that ultimate longevity that defies death. Only those cultivators who have achieved minor longevity truly deserve the title "Immortal," having taken the initial steps in "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. It's not as exaggerated as some sort of fusion of person and sword, but if one wishes to reach the end of the cultivator's path, at the very least, they must nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, and his soul dispersed, merging with the heaven and earth, allowing him to see himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul wound around the Missing Departure for a moment before it returned to his body.

Touching the sword again, he could feel it was a bit more intimate than just a moment ago.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. Then, he picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork onto it, and started roasting it over the fire, "The sword is well-nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

Bright flowers contrasted with the dim moon, and a light mist veiled everything.

Footsteps quietly approached from behind Su Bei, and through the flickering firelight, one could faintly make out a familiar wisp of white gauze.

The sky was moonless, casting shadows over everything around.

Su Bei's lips curved into a smile. Without even looking, he embraced the woman around the waist and laughed, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone? Speak! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

As he spoke, his hands began to explore... his desire gradually intensifying.

Pressing down on her, his fingers traced her earlobes... then moved along the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind a blank slate as Su Bei pulled her into his arms.

As he skillfully caressed her body, she was unable to think for a moment.

She had just taken a bath, still carrying a fragrance on her body, and a romantic atmosphere enveloped the inside of the Daoist Temple. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Her face gradually flushed. It was unclear if it was due to the embarrassing situation itself or because of her wrist being held in his large hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, also beginning to realize something was amiss.

Surely Ji Baoer's body should feel more... developed... and she wouldn't be so inexperienced. He could also feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Mas... Master."

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

Su Bei froze.

Her words carried a touch of grievance. She turned her body, looked away, and bit her lip.

Su Bei was stunned for a moment, then leaned forward and looked at the woman before him in disbelief.

What had he done, acting no better than a beast?

The atmosphere became awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but he feared the gesture would lead to further misunderstanding. His hand hung stiffly in mid-air as he swallowed hard and said, "Disciple, your Master didn't know it was you... You're wearing your master's wife's clothes, and the firelight is dim..."

Li Zijun lowered her head and mumbled unclearly, her facial expression indiscernible.

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

Su Bei was speechless for a moment.

Su Bei awkwardly smiled at her, then gently got up. He touched his nose and, after a moment's thought, said, "Your Master really didn't know..."

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

The firelight flickered, casting its glow on the faces of the two, each preoccupied with their thoughts.

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's clear and luminous face, Su Bei felt a sudden impulse, and his heart unexpectedly began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been quite bold, and the sensations Li Zijun evoked through his touch were vastly different. Yet, that gentle but subtle and distant feeling stirred a strange sensation within Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei still raised his hand and tentatively slid two fingers toward Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he touched her jade-like smooth cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her intelligent eyes shining like stars. She shifted slightly, creating a small gap between them, but this time she didn't react violently. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with two fingers.

As soft and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears rolling down from the corner of Li Zijun's eye, sliding down her snow-white cheeks.

The flickering firelight reflected two tear stains on her cheeks.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin. He tilted her face towards him, gazing at her stunning visage.

With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm sorry. As your Master..."

Li Zijun's eyes looked at Su Bei, filled to the brim with tears.

She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or because there was no hope for anything between them?

Upon seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to show. Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently raised her head. A faint smile touched the corners of her mouth as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes and said, "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master. It was the dress Sister Nan Ji gave me that caused you to mistake me for someone else."

Su Bei managed an awkward smile, suppressing the terrible thoughts that had momentarily arisen.

Why were all the disciples he took on so strange? Each of them seemed as if they had spent long years with him; there was always this inexplicable sentiment involved.

At this moment, the door opened.

Dressed in another outfit, Ji Nanjue walked in. She then looked around with an odd expression on her face.

She sat beside Su Bei, her feet bare, and wiped the still-damp water droplets from her skin.

A trace of confusion flickered in her eyes. Normally, he would have pounced on her, so why was he so quiet today? What could have happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.

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

Su Bei smiled at her, then held Ji Nanjue in his arms.

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense his complicated emotions. She looked up and kissed the corner of his mouth.

She had been thinking a lot just now. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous. The world was heartless and would always make their journey together exceptionally difficult. However, being able to enjoy this moment of tranquility made her quite content.

Her mindset began to shift slightly.

I don't ask for every day and night together, only to have cherished what we once had.

"It's nothing."

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

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun by the hand. She gave the dress Li Zijun was wearing—her own dress—a careful once-over and nodded, saying, "Zi Jun looks pretty good in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

Ji Nanjue then glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning coldness, "As a punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun. How does that sound, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun paused. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "That doesn't seem right... It's about to rain outside."

Su Bei, of course, knew Nan Ji was just providing him a way out. She must have noticed the earlier awkwardness.

Feeling a warmth in his heart, he looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll just go outside..."

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 be out walking at this late hour...?"