All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 603 - 348_2

If only I really were a man...

...

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a surge of new energy coursing through his body, he muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

The Qingping Sword had already become an extension of his hand, but his control over the Missing Departure was still lacking.

Throughout the ages, countless cultivators sought the secret to immortality—the great everlasting life.

Only cultivators who achieved lesser immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators like him, while the idea of becoming one with the sword was an exaggeration, reaching the pinnacle of their path required, at the very least, nurturing a Sword Spirit.

One's very own Sword Spirit.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. He completely opened his Dantian Knowledge Sea, and his soul dispersed, merging with the world around him. Then, he saw himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul entwined around the Missing Departure for a moment before returning to his body.

When he touched the sword again, he could feel it had grown a bit more intimate than before.

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

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in light mist.

Light footsteps approached from behind Su Bei. In the flickering firelight, a familiar wisp of white gauze could barely be seen.

With no moon in the sky, everything around was steeped in shadow.

Su Bei's lips curled into a smile. Without looking back, he swept the woman into his embrace, laughing, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone?"

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

"..."

As he spoke... his arousal had already begun to climb.

Pressing down on her, he caressed the shell of her ear... following the contours of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide, her mind blank, as she allowed Su Bei to pull her in like this.

Feeling his experienced hand sliding over her body, she was momentarily incapable of thought.

She had just bathed and carried a fragrant scent, creating an alluring atmosphere within the Daoist Temple.

Her complexion gradually turned rosy, though it was uncertain if it was due to her own awkward movements or her wrist being held in his large hand.

Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to sense that something was amiss.

Clearly, Ji Baoer's body should feel more... developed, not this unripe. Moreover, he could feel the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped back to reality. Her small hands frantically pushed against Su Bei as she nervously said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

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

Su Bei was momentarily stunned. He leaned down to look at the woman before him in a daze.

What beastly thing had he done?

The atmosphere grew awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but, fearing his gesture might be misunderstood, his hand froze mid-air. He swallowed and said, "Disciple, I didn't know it was you..."

"You were wearing your Master's wife's clothes, and the light was dim..."

Li Zijun murmured a muffled reply, her expression hidden.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then gently stood up. He touched his nose and, after a thought, said, "I really didn't know..."

With that, he grabbed her snow-white wrist, trying to pull her up.

The flickering firelight cast its glow on their faces, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's jade-like, lustrous face, a surge of impulse arose within him, and his heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions moments ago had been quite rough, and the sensation Li Zijun gave him under his hands was vastly different.

But her tenderness, combined with a subtle, almost imperceptible aloofness, stirred a strange sensation within Su Bei.

Seemingly forgetting the prior awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand, extending two fingers and tentatively gliding them towards Li Zijun's face.

He hesitated for a moment before his fingertips finally touched her jade-smooth cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shuddered lightly. Her star-like, intelligent eyes fluttered, and she shifted slightly, creating a small gap between them. This time, however, she didn't react fiercely but closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with his fingers.

Warm and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearly tears escape from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, rolling down her snowy cheeks.

The flickering firelight reflected two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's tender chin. He lifted it, gazing at her stunningly beautiful face.

With two fingers, he tenderly wiped away her tears and softly said, "I'm sorry."

"Master..."

Li Zijun looked at Su Bei, her beautiful eyes filled to the brim with tears.

She didn't know why she was shedding these tears.

Was it because of his transgression?

Or because their relationship was doomed to have no future?

Seeing the fleeting emotion in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear.

Was it helplessness?

"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water," Li Zijun gently lifted her head. A faint smile curled her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes, saying, "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master."

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

"..."

Su Bei smiled wryly at her, suppressing the terrifying thought that had just arisen within him.

Why were all the disciples he took on so strange? Each one seemed as though they had shared long years with him, evoking an indescribable sense of sentiment.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, wearing a different set of clothes, walked in. With a puzzled expression, she surveyed the scene before her.

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

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her, so why was he so calm today? What had happened between the two of them while she was away? The atmosphere was so odd.

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

Su Bei smiled at her and embraced Ji Nanjue.

In Su Bei's arms, Ji Nanjue seemed to feel a complex tumult of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of his mouth.

She had been thinking so much just now. She knew the road ahead would be long and difficult; the world's mercilessness would inevitably make their journey arduous. But enjoying this brief moment of tranquility filled her with a certain satisfaction.

Gradually, her perspective began to shift.

Not seeking to be together from dawn to dusk, but cherishing the times we've had.

"It's nothing."

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

Ji Nanjue got up and took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand. Carefully examining the dress Li Zijun was wearing, Ji Nanjue nodded and said, "Zi Jun, you look quite good in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned bright red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei, her voice feigning coldness as she said, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll hold Zi Jun as we sleep."

"Is that alright with you, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun hesitated for a moment. She lifted her head to glance at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and reluctantly said, "That doesn't seem right... Besides, it looks like it's going to rain outside."

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

A warmth spread through his heart. He looked at Ji Nanjue and said, "I'll just go outside..."

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

The sudden noise made everyone frown. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could be walking around this late at night?"

"..."