All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 748: , 2

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

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The firewood's glow within the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling the fresh flow of qi through her body, and whispered to herself, "The sword needs nurturing."

The Qingping Sword had become second nature to her, but she still lacked considerable control over the Missing Departure. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The myriad laws of the world change endlessly but do not stray from their origins. What countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is that ultimate, undying longevity.

Only cultivators who achieve lesser longevity truly deserve the title of 'Immortal,' having initially 'achieved Dao.' For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While becoming one with the sword was an exaggeration, anyone wishing to reach the end of a cultivator's path had to, at the very least, cultivate a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of one's own.

Su Bei slowly closed her eyes, her entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opening up. Her soul drifted out, merging with the surrounding heavens and earth, and she saw herself seated in a lotus position.

Her soul wound around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to her body.

When she touched the sword again, she could feel it was a touch more intimate than before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork, and placed it over the fire to roast.

"The sword has been well nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

Bright were the flowers and dim the moon, all veiled in a light mist.

Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar trail of white gauze could be vaguely discerned.

The sky was moonless; everything around was somewhat dim.

A smile curved Su Bei's lips. Without looking back, she pulled the woman into an embrace by her waist, laughing as she said, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone?"

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

"..."

As he spoke... his touch was already gradually ascending. He pressed down on her, his lips brushing her ear, his hand moving with the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide, her mind blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her in without resistance.

Feeling his experienced hand fondling her body, she was unable to think for the moment.

She had just bathed, her body still carrying a fragrant scent, and a romantic atmosphere enveloped the Daoist Temple.

Her cheeks gradually flushed, though it was unclear if it was due to the immodest nature of their actions or her wrist being held by his large hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to realize that something was not right.

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

"Master... Master."

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

"..."

There was a hint of grievance in her words. She turned her body, averted her head, and bit her lip.

Su Bei froze, then leaned down, staring dumbfounded at the woman before him.

What kind of beastly thing had he done?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to console her by patting her little head but feared the gesture might be misunderstood. His hand froze mid-air as he swallowed hard.

"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 mumbled a low reply, her head bowed, her expression unclear.

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

"..."

Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, then gently rose, touched his nose, and after a moment's thought, said, "Your master truly didn't know..."

He then grasped her delicate wrist, attempting to pull her up.

The firelight flickered, illuminating their faces as each became absorbed in their own thoughts.

For some reason, looking at Li Zijun's jade-like, translucent face, Su Bei felt an impulse rise within him, and his heart began to pound.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been far from restrained. However, the way Li Zijun felt to his touch—her response—was vastly different.

But her gentleness, coupled with that subtle, elusive distance, stirred a strange sensation in Su Bei.

As if forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again, extending two fingers, and tentatively slid them across Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment but ultimately touched her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered gently. Her luminous eyes, like stars, showed no fierce resistance this time. She closed them, allowing Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with two fingers.

Smooth and warm, like jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears stream from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, sliding down her snow-white cheeks.

The flickering firelight highlighted two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's delicate chin, tilting her face up to gaze at her exquisite beauty.

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 even know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or because there was no chance for anything between them?

Seeing the momentary bewilderment in his eyes, Li Zijun was unsure how to react.

Was it resignation?

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

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

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

"..."

Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, suppressing the dreadful thought that had just flashed through his mind.

Why were all the disciples he had taken on so odd? Each one felt as if they had known him for ages, and there always seemed to be some inexplicable emotion between them.

At that moment, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in different attire, walked in, her expression puzzled as she surveyed the scene.

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

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her by now. Why was he so calm today? What had happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere is so strange.

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

Su Bei smiled at her and then held Ji Nanjue in his embrace.

Within Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed his lips lightly.

She had been thinking a great deal. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous; the world was unfeeling, destined to make their path together exceptionally difficult. Yet, this fleeting moment of peace filled her with a profound sense of contentment.

Gradually, her mindset began to shift.

—Not seeking to be together morning and night, but cherishing what they once had.

"It's nothing."

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

Su Bei gently stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue rose and took the hand of the absent-minded Li Zijun. She examined her dress on Li Zijun and nodded. "This dress suits you quite well, Zi Jun..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

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

"Okay, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun started, looking up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her. She said, hesitating slightly, "That doesn't seem right... it's going to rain outside."

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have sensed 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 sound made everyone frown. Su Bei asked, puzzled, "Who could be out walking so late at night?"

"..."

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