All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 766: ._2

If only I were really a man...

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

Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a new flow of energy circulating through his body, and muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."

The Qingping Sword was like an extension of his hand, but his control over Missing Departure was still lacking.

Among the myriad laws of the world, countless cultivators sought immortality—the great long life. Only cultivators who achieved the minor long life truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. While not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, anyone aspiring to the pinnacle of cultivation had to, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit that belonged to them alone.

Su Bei slowly closed his eyes. His entire Dantian Knowledge Sea opened up completely. His soul dissipated, merging with the heavens and earth, and he saw himself sitting cross-legged. His soul wrapped around Missing Departure once, then returned to his body. Touching the sword again, he could feel it had become slightly more attuned to him than before.

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

Missing Departure: "..."

Dusk enveloped Flower Bright Moon in a light mist.

Footsteps softly approached from behind Su Bei. Within the flickering light of the fire, he could vaguely make out a familiar wisp of white silk. Without the moon, everything around them seemed dim. A smile curled at the corner of Su Bei's mouth. Without looking back, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, held her close, and laughed, "Why has Ji Baoer come back alone?"

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

"..."

In the midst of speaking... the intensity gradually began to escalate.

Pinning her down, his breath caressed her earlobe... following the contours of her body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind blank, allowing Su Bei to pull her over without resistance. Feeling his hands expertly undress her, she was unable to think for the moment.

Having just bathed, her body still carried a fragrant aroma, enveloping the Daoist Temple in an atmosphere of intimacy. Her complexion gradually reddened, unsure if it was from her own embarrassing movements or from being held by the wrist in his firm grip.

Su Bei frowned slightly, beginning to realize something was amiss. Clearly, Ji Baoer should be more... developed, and not feel so inexperienced. He could even sense the woman beneath him trembling.

"Master... Master..." Finally, Li Zijun came back to her senses, her hands frantically pushing against Su Bei, nervously saying, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance as she turned her body away, biting her lip. Su Bei was taken aback for a moment, then leaned over and stared dumbfounded at the woman in front of him. Had he really done such a beastly thing?

The atmosphere turned awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort her by patting her head, but feared the gesture might be misunderstood. His hand froze mid-air, and 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 mumbled a low reply, her facial expression unclear.

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, then carefully stood up, touched his nose, and after a thoughtful pause, said, "Your Master truly didn't know..." As he spoke, he reached for her wrist, intending to pull her to her feet.

The firelight flickered on the faces of the two, each preoccupied with their thoughts. For some reason, as Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's jade-like, clear complexion, he felt a sudden impulse, and his heart began to race.

Compared to Nan Ji, his actions just now had been quite bold. The way Li Zijun felt was vastly different. Yet, her subtle gentleness, mixed with an elusive coolness, stirred a peculiar sensation in Su Bei.

Forgetting the awkwardness of the moment, Su Bei still reached out and cautiously slid two fingers across Li Zijun's face. He hesitated, but ultimately, his fingers met her smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes like twinkling stars. She shifted slightly, creating a small space between them, but didn't react strongly this time. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing Su Bei to gently stroke her beautiful face with two fingers. Her cheek felt soft as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw, from the corner of Li Zijun's eyes, pearl-like tears sliding down her snowy white cheeks. The flickering firelight illuminated the two trails of tears.

Su Bei's hand stopped, then gently slid to Li Zijun's tender chin, cradling it to turn her face around, gazing at her stunning visage. Two fingers gently wiped away her tears, softly saying, "I'm sorry."

"As your teacher..."

Li Zijun's eyes met Su Bei's, brimming with tears. She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because of his offense? Or was it because there was never going to be a future between them? Seeing the momentary absent look in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression she should have. Was it helplessness?

"Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water." Li Zijun slightly lifted her head, and then a trace of a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, hiding the last tear in her eye. "Disciple doesn't blame Master."

"Sister Nan Ji gave me the dress, that's why Master mistook me for someone else."

"..."

Su Bei gave her an awkward smile, suppressing the terrible thoughts that had surged in him just moments ago. Why are all the disciples he took on so odd? Each one seemingly shared long years with him, always feeling like there was an indescribable sentiment involved. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Just then, the door opened. Ji Nanjue walked in wearing another set of clothes, then surveyed the scene before her with a peculiar expression. She sat down barefoot beside Su Bei, wiping away lingering water droplets from herself. A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. Usually, he would have pounced on her by now. Why was he so composed today? What happened between them while she was away? The atmosphere was so strange.

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

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

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue seemed to feel a complex mix of emotions. She tilted her head up and pecked a kiss on the corner of Su Bei's mouth. She had thought a lot just now. She knew the path ahead was long and arduous, the world heartless, always making their journey together exceptionally difficult. Yet, this moment of tranquility allowed her a sense of satisfaction. Her mindset gradually shifted—not asking for a lifetime, but grateful for having had it.

"It's nothing."

"It's getting late, time to sleep..." Su Bei stroked her hair.

Ji Nanjue got up and took the distracted Li Zijun's hand. She examined her own dress, now on Li Zijun, and nodded. "Zi Jun looks quite fitting in this dress..."

Li Zijun's face flushed red.

Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said, feigning aloofness, "As punishment, you sleep outside tonight, and I will sleep cuddling with Zi Jun."

"How about it, Zi Jun?" She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun hesitated, looking up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her. With some reluctance, she said, "That doesn't seem right... It's going to rain outside."

Su Bei knew Nan Ji was giving him a way out. She must have sensed the awkwardness just now. Feeling a warmth in his heart, he looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll just go outside then..."

Just at that moment, faint footsteps approached from not far away. The sudden sound furrowed everyone's brows. Su Bei said with some confusion, "Who could be walking around at this late hour?"

"..."