All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 593 - Three Hundred and Forty-Three_2

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

...

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box. Feeling a fresh current of energy circulating through her body, she murmured, "Swords need to be nourished."

The Qingping Sword was already second nature to her, but her control over the Missing Departure was still lacking.

In this world, countless methods and variations still adhere to fundamental principles. What countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is the grand immortality that staves off death.

Only cultivators who achieve minor immortality truly deserve the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nourishes the person, and the person nourishes the sword. While it's not as exaggerated as "becoming one with the sword," anyone wishing to reach the cultivator's peak must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.

One that belonged to them.

Su Bei slowly closed her eyes. Her entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened wide, and her soul dispersed, blending with the surrounding heaven and earth. In this state, she saw herself seated cross-legged.

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

Touching the sword again, she could feel it was somewhat 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 has been well nourished," he mused.

Missing Departure: "..."

The Flower Bright Moon was dim, enveloped in a light mist.

Footsteps approached lightly from behind Su Bei; in the flickering firelight, a familiar white veil was faintly visible.

With no moon in the sky, everything around was dim.

Su Bei's lips curved into a smile. Without looking, he suddenly embraced the woman at the waist and laughed, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

"..."

In the meantime... his intensity was gradually climbing, his touch venturing towards... He pressed down upon her, his touch exploring... her earlobes... tracing the undulations of her body's curves.

Li Zijun's eyes flew wide, her mind a blank slate, as Su Bei pulled her towards him in one swift motion.

Feeling his experienced hand expertly moving... on her body, she couldn't think straight.

She had just bathed, her skin still fragrant, and a seductive atmosphere lingered within the Daoist Temple.

Her face gradually reddened, though it was unclear if it was from embarrassment at her own actions or because his large hand gripped her wrist.

Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing something was amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer's corresponding part should be more... developed, and she shouldn't feel this inexperienced. He could even sense the woman beneath him 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..."

"..."

A trace of grievance was in her voice. She turned her body to the side, averted her gaze, and bit her lip.

Su Bei momentarily froze, leaning down and staring dumbfounded at the woman before him.

What despicable act had he committed?

The atmosphere grew awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by stroking her head, but feared she might misunderstand. His large 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 bowed her head and mumbled a response, her facial expression unclear.

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

"..."

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

Saying this, he grasped her snow-white wrist, intending to pull her up.

The firelight flickered, casting its glow upon the two people, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun's crystal-clear, jade-like face, an impulse surged within him, and his heart began to race.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been anything but restrained, and the physical sensations Li Zijun evoked in him... were distinctly different.

Yet, that gentle yet faintly distant aura about her kindled a strange feeling in Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand again and tentatively extended two fingers toward Li Zijun's cheek.

He paused, then finally touched her soft, jade-like skin.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly. Her bright eyes, like stars, blinked as she struggled a little, creating a small space between them. This time, however, she offered no strong resistance. She closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Soft and smooth as jade.

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

The flickering flames reflected two streaks of tears.

Su Bei's hand stilled, then gently slid to Li Zijun's soft, rosy chin, tilting it up so he could gaze into her stunningly beautiful face.

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

"Master…"

Li Zijun's eyes met Su Bei's, brimming with tears.

She didn't know why her tears were falling. Was it because of his transgression? Or because there was no destined outcome for them?

Seeing the momentary blankness in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear. Was it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a faint smile playing on 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 sheepishly at her, suppressing the terrible thought that had just flashed through his mind.

Why were all his disciples so strange? Each one felt as if they had shared countless years with him, a sense of some indescribable emotion always intertwined between them.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, having changed into a fresh set of clothes, walked in. Her expression was curious as she surveyed the scene before her.

She sat barefoot beside Su Bei, wiping lingering water droplets from her skin.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Normally, he would pounce on her. Why was he so composed today? What could have happened between them while she was gone? The atmosphere was so bizarre.

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

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

In Su Bei's arms, Ji Nanjue felt a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.

She had just been thinking about so many things. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous; the merciless world would make their journey exceptionally difficult. However, being able to enjoy this fleeting moment of peace brought her a profound sense of fulfillment.

Her mindset began to shift ever so slightly. Not seeking to be together every morning and evening, but treasuring the times they had shared.

"It's nothing."

"It's late, we should get some sleep…"

Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue rose, took the preoccupied Li Zijun's small hand, and carefully examined her own dress on Li Zijun. She nodded. "Zi Jun, this dress suits you quite well..."

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning coldness, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll snuggle with Zi Jun. What do you say, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun hesitated for a moment. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her. Feeling a pang of pity, she said, "That wouldn't be right... It looks like it's going to rain outside."

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

Warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll go outside then..."

Just at that moment, faint footsteps could be heard not far away.

The unexpected sound made all three of them frown slightly. Su Bei asked with a hint of curiosity, "Who could be passing by this late at night?"

"…"