All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 750: . _2

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

...

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

With gentle strokes, Su Bei cleaned the two swords inside the Sword Box. Feeling a fresh flow of energy coursing through every part of his body, he murmured to himself, "The sword needs to be nurtured."

The Qingping Sword had already become an extension of his own body, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to learn about controlling it.

All the myriad laws in the world don't stray from their origins. Since ancient times, what countless cultivators have sought is immortality, the great longevity.

A cultivator who achieves a lesser form of longevity truly lives up to the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the man, and the man nurtures the sword. While the fanciful extent of complete "man and sword as one" unity may not always be reached, at the very least, one must nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of one's own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. He fully opened his Dantian Knowledge Sea, letting his soul waft out and merge with the heaven and earth around him. He then saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul wound around the Missing Departure, then returned to his body.

Touching the sword again, he could feel it had grown closer to him than a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded in satisfaction. He then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and began to roast it over the fire, "The sword has been well nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

「Flower Bright Moon draped in a light mist.」

Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei, where in the flickering firelight a familiar wisp of white veil could barely be seen.

With no moon in the sky, everything around seemed somewhat dim.

A smile formed at the corner of Su Bei's lips. Without glancing back, he embraced the woman who had approached and laughed, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

"Tell me, where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

In the meantime... passion was slowly building. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He pressed down on her, his lips brushing her ear, his breath warm against her skin as his hands explored the curves of her form.

Li Zijun's eyes widened in shock, her mind blank as Su Bei pulled her into his arms.

Feeling his experienced hands wandering over her body, she was unable to think for a moment.

She was still fragrant from her recent bath, which created a romantic atmosphere within the Daoist Temple.

Her face slowly reddened, though whether due to her own mortifying actions or his grip on her wrist was uncertain.

Su Bei furrowed his brows, gradually realizing something was amiss.

Surely Ji Baoer should feel more... developed, and not quite this tender. I can also sense the woman beneath me trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally collected her senses from her shock. Pushing at Su Bei with nervous hands, she said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... It's Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance as she turned her head away and bit her lip.

Su Bei froze, staring down at the woman before him in disbelief.

Have I just committed an act of utter beastliness?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei attempted to console her by stroking her head, but feared it might cause further misunderstanding. His hand stayed suspended in mid-air as he swallowed hard, "Disciple, your Master did not realize it was you..."

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

Li Zijun mumbled a low response, her facial expression unclear.

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

"..."

Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her. Then, he gently got up, touched his nose, and after a moment, said, "Your Master truly did not know..."

He grabbed her delicate wrist, trying to pull her up to stand.

The firelight waxed and waned, casting shadows on the faces of the two, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For some reason, upon gazing at Li Zijun's clear, jade-like complexion, a surge of impulse welled in Su Bei, and his heart began to quicken.

Compared to Nan Ji, his movements had just been undeniably bold. The sensations he felt with Li Zijun were strikingly different.

Yet that gentle and almost imperceptible distance only stirred an odd feeling within Su Bei.

As though forgetting the previous awkwardness, Su Bei still raised his hand and tentatively slid two fingers across Li Zijun's cheek.

He hesitated, but finally, his fingers made contact with her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered lightly. Her eyes were like stars. Creating a few inches of space without any violent reaction this time, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to caress her beautiful face gently with his fingers.

Warm and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like teardrops sliding down the snow-white cheeks from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes.

The flickering firelight cast reflections of two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused. He then gently slid it to Li Zijun's smooth chin, lifting it to gaze intently at her stunningly beautiful face.

With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears, softly saying, "I'm sorry."

"As your Master..."

Li Zijun looked into Su Bei's eyes, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

I don't even know why I'm crying.

Is it because of his transgression?

Or is it because there's no possible outcome for us?

Upon seeing the momentary daze in his eyes, Li Zijun did not know what kind of expression to make.

What kind of expression should I make?

Is it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head and then curved her lips into a slight smile, hiding the last teardrop in her eyes, "Your disciple has no blame for the Master."

"The dress was given by Sister Nan Ji, that's why the Master mistook the person."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrifying thought that had momentarily risen within him.

Why are all the disciples I've taken on so strange?

Each one seems as though they've spent long years with me, always leaving the impression of inexplicable emotions tangled within.

At that moment, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, changed into another garment, walked in and then glanced around with an odd expression.

She sat down barefooted beside Su Bei, wiping the droplets of water that had yet to dry.

A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes. Normally, he would have thrown himself at me, so why is he so calm today?

What happened between them while I was away?

The atmosphere is so strange.

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

Su Bei smiled at her, then embraced Ji Nanjue's body.

In Su Bei's arms, Ji Nanjue felt a mix of complex emotions, and she lifted her head to kiss the corner of his mouth.

I've thought a lot just now. I know the road ahead is long and arduous; the uncaring nature of life always makes our journeys exceptionally difficult. However, being able to enjoy a moment of tranquility now fills my heart with satisfaction.

Her mindset began to undergo a subtle change.

—Not asking for every day and night together, but cherishing what we once had.

"Nothing."

"It's late, time to sleep..."

Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the distracted Li Zijun's hand, carefully observing the dress, and nodded, "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite fitting on you..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and pretended to be cold as she said, "As a punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll cuddle with Zi Jun."

"Isn't that right, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun hesitated, then lifted her head to look at Su Bei and then at the nearby Ji Nanjue, saying with a touch of reluctance, "That doesn't seem right... Besides, it looks like it's going to rain outside."

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

He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue, "I will sleep outside then..."

Just then, suddenly, faint footsteps could be heard not far off.

The unexpected sound made everyone frown momentarily, and Su Bei spoke with a hint of perplexity, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?"

"..."