All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 601 - 347_2

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

...

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

Gently wiping the two swords in the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a fresh flow of qi coursing through his body and murmured to himself, "A sword needs to be nurtured."

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

Through the ages, the countless methods of cultivation have always revolved around the same principle, and what cultivators sought was eternal life—the Great Immortality.

Only cultivators who have achieved Lesser Immortality 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 it's an exaggeration to claim that one can become one with their sword, to reach the end of the path of cultivation, at the very least, a Sword Spirit must be cultivated.

A Sword Spirit of one's own.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, his soul emanating and merging with the surrounding heaven and earth. He then saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul wound around the Missing Departure once and then returned to his own body.

Upon touching the blade again, he felt a sense of intimacy that wasn't there just a moment before.

Seeing this, Su Bei nodded contentedly and then picked up the Longsword, skewering a piece of pork and roasting it over the fire, "The sword is being nurtured well."

Missing Departure: "..."

「The Flower Bright Moon was enveloped in a light mist.」

Footsteps quietly approached from behind Su Bei. Through the sporadic light of the fire, a familiar wisp of white gauze could be faintly seen.

Under the moonless sky, everything around was somewhat dim.

A smile curved the corners of Su Bei's mouth. Without even looking, he caught the woman by the waist and held her in his arms, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

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

"..."

In the midst of speaking... his passion began to climb.

Pressing her down, his lips... followed the contours of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind a complete blank as Su Bei pulled her over to him.

Feeling his experienced hands caressing her body, she found herself unable to think.

Having just bathed, her body still fragrant, an amorous atmosphere lingered within the Daoist Temple.

Her face gradually flushed, though it was unclear whether from the awkwardness of the situation or from her wrist being held in his strong hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, gradually realizing something was amiss. Ji Baoer's form should have been... fuller, and not as tender. He could even feel the woman beneath him shivering.

"Master... Master."

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

"..."

Her words carried a hint of grievance. Turning her head aside, she bit her lip.

Su Bei was suddenly dumbstruck, staring down at the woman before him.

What kind of beastly thing have I done?

The atmosphere grew awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but he feared misinterpretation. His hand froze mid-air. He swallowed hard and said, "Disciple, your master didn't know it was you..."

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

Li Zijun murmured a low, indistinct reply, her facial expression unclear.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave an awkward smile and then gently stood up, touching his nose. After a moment of thought, he said, "Your master really didn't know..."

With that, he reached for her delicate wrist, attempting to pull her up.

The flickering firelight danced upon their faces, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun's lustrous, jade-like face, a surge of impulse welled up within him, and his heart unexpectedly began to quicken.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions toward Li Zijun had been quite bold. The sensation she gave him was markedly different.

Yet that blend of gentleness and a subtle, almost imperceptible distance evoked a peculiar feeling in Su Bei.

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

After a moment's pause, he ultimately made contact with her smooth cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her bright eyes like stars. She struggled, creating a small gap between them, but this time she did not react violently. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his two fingers.

Smooth and gentle as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw, from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, pearl-like teardrops slide down her snowy cheeks.

The flickering firelight reflected the two tear tracks.

Su Bei's hand halted. He then gently slid it to Li Zijun's delicate chin, gently turning it to gaze at her stunningly beautiful face.

With two fingers, he gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "I am sorry."

"I..."

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

Why am I crying? Is it because of his transgression? Or because there's no possibility between us? Seeing the momentary distraction in his eyes, I don't know what expression to make. Is it helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, then her lips curled into a faint smile, hiding the last tear within her eyes, "Your disciple doesn't blame Master."

"Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress. That's why Master mistook me for her."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, forcefully suppressing the terrible thought that had just arisen within him.

Why are all my disciples so peculiar? Each one seems as if they have journeyed through long years with me, and I always sense an undercurrent of indescribable emotions between them.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, having changed into different clothes, walked in. With a curious expression, she surveyed the scene before her.

She sat down barefoot beside Su Bei, wiping away the still-damp droplets of water from her skin.

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

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

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

Within Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a whirlwind of complex emotions from him. She tilted her head up and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

She had been thinking deeply just now. She knew their path ahead would be long and arduous. The world was unfeeling, often making their journey exceptionally difficult. But for now, this moment of peace brought her profound contentment.

Her mindset gradually began to change.

—Not seeking to be together day and night, but cherishing having once possessed this moment.

"It's nothing."

"It's late; we should get some sleep..." Su Bei touched her hair.

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun's hand, carefully scrutinizing the dress Li Zijun wore, and nodded, "Zi Jun, this dress looks quite good on you."

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

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

"How does that sound, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was startled for a moment. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said, feeling a bit sorry for him, "That's not very kind... It looks like it's going to rain outside."

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

Touched, he looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll go outside then..."

Just then, the faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from not too far away.

The unexpected noise made everyone frown instantly. Su Bei said with some confusion, "Who could be walking around at this hour?"

"..."