All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 758: ._2

If only I were really a man...

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The pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple glowed with a dim, hazy light. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling an entirely new current of energy coursing through his entire being, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs to be nurtured."

He had mastered the Qingping Sword, but his control over Missing Departure still left much to be desired.

Though the myriad techniques of the world constantly changed, their fundamental principles remained the same. What countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was the grand immortality, the escape from death itself.

Only cultivators who achieved the lesser immortality truly deserved the title of 'Immortal,' having taken their first step in 'Achieving Dao.' For Sword Cultivators, it was essential for the sword to nurture the person and the person to nurture the sword. While the unity of man and sword wasn't as exaggerated as some claimed, to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one had to at least cultivate their own Sword Spirit.

Their own Sword Spirit.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, his Dantian Knowledge Sea fully open. His soul drifted out, merging with the surrounding heavens and earth, and then he saw himself seated in a meditative posture.

His soul entwined around Missing Departure once before returning to him.

Touching the sword again, he could feel it had grown more intimate than a moment before.

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

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon was dim, veiled in a light mist.

Footsteps approached softly from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering firelight, he could faintly make out the familiar trail of white gauze.

The sky was moonless, and everything around was somewhat dim.

A smile curved Su Bei's lips. Without looking back, he swept the woman into his arms, chuckling, "Ji Baoer, why have you returned alone? Tell me! Where have you left Zi Jun?"

In the meantime... passion began to rise. He pressed her down, his lips brushing her earlobe, his touch tracing the curves of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind a blank slate as Su Bei pulled her toward him. Feeling his experienced hands expertly explore her body, she was temporarily unable to think.

She had just bathed, and a sweet fragrance lingered on her, creating an enchanting atmosphere within the Daoist Temple.

Her cheeks gradually flushed, though it was unclear if it was due to the compromising position or because his large hand gripped her wrist.

Su Bei frowned slightly, starting to realize that something was amiss. Ji Baoer's figure should definitely be more... developed? And she wouldn't feel this... innocent. Besides, the woman beneath me is trembling.

"Master... Teacher," Li Zijun finally regained her senses from the shock. Her small hands pushed at Su Bei in a fluster as she nervously said, "I am not Sister Nan Ji... I am Zi Jun..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance. She turned her body to the side, looking away and biting her lip.

Su Bei froze, then leaned down to stare blankly at the woman before him. What had he done that was so beastly?

The atmosphere grew awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head but feared furthering the misunderstanding. His hand hung stiffly in mid-air as he swallowed nervously. "Disciple, your teacher didn't know it was you... You were wearing your Teacher's Wife's clothes, and the light was dim..."

Li Zijun mumbled a low reply, her head bowed, her expression unreadable.

"Teacher... can you get off first?"

With an awkward smile, Su Bei gently moved off her. He touched his nose, pondered for a moment, then said, "Your teacher truly had no idea..."

As he spoke, he grasped her slender wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.

The firelight flickered, illuminating their faces, each lost in thought.

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

Compared to Nan Ji, his earlier actions had been far from gentle, and the sensation Li Zijun evoked was distinctly different. But her gentle yet subtly distant manner stirred a peculiar feeling in Su Bei.

As if forgetting the earlier awkwardness, Su Bei raised his hand, extending two fingers and tentatively sliding them toward Li Zijun's face. After a moment's hesitation, his fingers met her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body quivered slightly, her intelligent eyes shining like stars. She shifted back a little but didn't react violently this time. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.

As tender as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears trickle from the corner of Li Zijun's eye, sliding down her snowy cheek.

The flickering firelight illuminated two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's tender chin, tilting her face toward him as he gazed at her stunning visage.

His two fingers softly wiped away her tears, and he spoke in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry. I..."

Li Zijun looked into Su Bei's eyes, hers brimming with tears. She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his transgression? Or because there was no possible future between them?

Seeing that momentary lapse in his gaze, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear. Helplessness?

"Flowers in the mirror, moon on the water." Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a slight smile touching her lips as she hid the last teardrop in her eyes. "Disciple doesn't blame Master. The dress was given by Sister Nan Ji; that's why Master mistook me."

Su Bei gave her an embarrassed smile, suppressing the terrible thought that had just flashed through his mind. Why were all the disciples he took on so strange? Each one seemed to have shared long years with him, and there always felt like some indescribable emotion lay between them.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in different clothes, walked in, her expression peculiar as she surveyed the scene. She sat down barefoot beside Su Bei, wiping lingering dampness from herself.

A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. Usually, he would have rushed to pounce on me by now. Why is he so calm today? What happened between them while I was gone? The atmosphere is so strange.

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

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

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to sense a whirlwind of emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of his mouth.

She had been thinking about many things. She knew the road ahead would be long and arduous, and the heartless world would often make their path together exceptionally difficult. Yet, being able to enjoy this momentary tranquility brought her a sense of contentment. Her mindset was gradually shifting. Not seeking every morning and every evening, but grateful to have had.

"It's nothing," Su Bei said, stroking her hair. "It's getting late; we should sleep..."

Ji Nanjue got up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun by the hand. She examined the dress Li Zijun was wearing—her own—with approval and nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned bright red.

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

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun, taken aback, looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her. Feeling a bit sympathetic, she said, "That doesn't seem right... It's going to rain outside."

Su Bei naturally knew Nan Ji was giving him an out; she must have noticed the earlier awkwardness. His heart warmed as he looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll go outside..."

At that moment, faint footsteps sounded from nearby.

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