All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 764: .""_2

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

The light from the stack of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.

As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box, he felt a new energy coursing through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but as for the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking significantly.

The myriad laws and changes of the world never stray from their principles. What countless cultivators seek is the great immortality of not dying.

Only cultivators who have achieved the lesser immortality truly deserve the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the nurturing is mutual between sword and man. It's not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, but if one wishes to reach the end of a cultivator's path, at the very least, they must nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened, his soul diffused, merging with the heaven and earth around him, and he could see himself sitting cross-legged.

His soul wrapped around the Missing Departure and then returned to himself.

Upon touching the sword again, he could feel it was more intimate than 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 is well nurtured."

Missing Departure: "..."

The Flower Bright Moon was shrouded in light mist.

Footsteps gently approached from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering flames, one could barely make out the familiar wisp of white gauze.

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

The corners of Su Bei's mouth curved into a smile. Without looking, he embraced the woman by the waist, holding her tight, and laughed, "Ji Baoer, why have you come back alone? Tell me! Where did you leave Zi Jun?"

...

In the midst of conversation... emotions began to rise gradually.

Pinning her down, he caressed the shell of her ear... following the contours of her body as it undulated.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide open, her mind blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her over just like that.

Feeling his experienced hands stroking her body, she couldn't think for a moment.

Having just bathed, a fragrance lingered on her, enveloping the Daoist Temple in a romantic atmosphere.

Her complexion gradually grew flushed, but it was unclear if it was due to the awkward motions or the wrist that his large hand was holding.

Su Bei frowned slightly, also beginning to notice that something was off.

Ji Baoer should be... and shouldn't have this inexperienced vibe; he could even feel that the woman beneath him was trembling.

"Master... Master," Li Zijun finally snapped out of her shock, her small hands somewhat frantically pushing Su Bei, nervously saying, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

...

Her words carried a tinge of grievance. She turned her head to the side, biting her lip.

Su Bei froze instantly, bending down to stare blankly at the woman before him.

What beastly thing had he just done?

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but feared this action might be misunderstood. His large hand paused mid-air, and he swallowed nervously, "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 mumbled a low response, her facial expression unclear.

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

...

Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, then gently got up, touched his nose, and said thoughtfully, "Master really didn't know..."

With that, he grabbed her delicate wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.

The flickering firelight cast shifting shadows on their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun's jade-like, radiant face, a sense of impulsiveness rose in him, and his heart began to beat faster.

His recent actions had been quite bold, and compared to Nan Ji, the sensations Li Zijun evoked in him during their close encounter were vastly different.

But that gentle yet almost intangible estrangement made Su Bei feel an odd sensation.

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

He paused for a moment before his fingers finally made contact with her jade-like smooth cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body shivered slightly, her star-bright eyes fluttering. She managed to create a small space between them in her struggle, but this time she didn't react violently. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.

Gentle and smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw teardrops like pearls sliding down from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes, tracing paths along her snow-white cheeks.

The flickering firelight reflected two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand paused, then gently slid to Li Zijun's rosy chin, cradling it and turning her face to gaze into her stunning face.

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

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

She didn't even know why she was crying.

Was it because of his transgression?

Or was it because there could never be anything between them?

Upon seeing that fleeting moment of absent-mindedness in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what expression to wear.

Was it resignation?

"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water," Li Zijun slightly raised her head, and then her lips curved into a smile, hiding the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "Your disciple doesn't blame you, Master. It was because of the dress Sister Nan Ji gave me that you mistook me for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrifying thought that had surged in him just a moment ago.

Why were all the disciples he took on so odd? Each one seemed as if they had spent long years with him already, always with an ineffable sense of sentiment intertwined.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in different clothes, entered and, with an odd expression, scrutinized everything before her.

She sat down barefoot next to Su Bei and wiped the still-damp droplets of water from her skin.

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Ordinarily, he would have thrown himself at her; why was he so calm today? What had happened between the two of them while she was gone? The atmosphere was so odd.

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

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

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to feel a whirlwind of complex emotions. She tilted her head up and kissed him on the lips.

She had just pondered many things, knowing that the road ahead was long and tough. The world was unfeeling, always making their journey difficult, but being able to enjoy this moment of peace made her feel content. Her mindset gradually underwent a subtle change. She wasn't seeking to be with him day and night, only to cherish what they once had.

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

Ji Nanjue got up and took the hand of the preoccupied Li Zijun. Observing the dress carefully, she nodded, "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face turned crimson.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning a cold tone, "As punishment, you'll sleep outside tonight, and I'll snuggle up with Zi Jun. Is that fine, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was taken aback. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said, her heart aching at the thought, "That's not right... it looks like it might rain outside."

Su Bei knew that Nan Ji was giving him a way out. She must have sensed the awkwardness earlier.

He felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Ji Nanjue, "I'll go outside..."

At that moment, faint footsteps suddenly echoed from nearby.

The unexpected sound made everyone frown. Su Bei, perplexed, wondered aloud, "Who could be out and about this late at night?"

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