All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 760: , 2

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

...

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

With gentle strokes, Su Bei cleaned the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a new surge of energy traversing her entire body, she muttered to herself, "The sword needs nurturing."

To her, the Qingping Sword had become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, her control was still lacking.

All myriad laws and changes in the world do not stray from their origins; what numerous cultivators have sought since ancient times is true immortality, the avoidance of death.

Only those cultivators who have achieved a lesser form of immortality truly deserve the title "Immortal," having initially Achieved Dao. For Sword Cultivators, it is about nurturing both the person and the sword. While there's no such exaggeration as the fusion of person and sword, if one wishes to reach the end of the cultivator's path, one must at least nurture a Sword Spirit.

A Sword Spirit of one's own.

Su Bei slowly closed her eyes. Her entire Dantian Knowledge Sea fully opened. Her soul emanated, merged with the surroundings, and she saw herself sitting cross-legged.

Her soul coiled around the Missing Departure for a while before returning to her body.

Touching this sword once again, she could feel a slight increase in intimacy from just a moment before.

Witnessing this scene, Su Bei nodded with satisfaction, then picked up the Longsword, skewered a piece of pork on it, and began roasting it over the fire, remarking, "The sword's nurtured pretty well."

Missing Departure: "..."

Flower Bright Moon dimly veiled by light mist.

Footsteps lightly approached from behind Su Bei, the flickering firelight barely revealing a familiar wisp of white gauze.

With no moon in the sky, everything around seemed dim.

Curving the corner of her mouth into a smile, Su Bei didn't even look as she wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, holding her close, and chuckled, "Ji Baoer, why did you come back alone?"

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

"..."

In the midst of speaking... Su Bei's exploration was already gradually ascending. Pressing the woman down, her lips brushed against the other's earlobe... her touch following the undulating curves of the body.

Li Zijun's eyes were wide with shock, her mind blank, as Su Bei effortlessly pulled her into her grasp.

Feeling the practiced movements of Su Bei's large hands caressing her body, she was momentarily unable to think.

Having just taken a bath, a delicate fragrance still lingered on her, a sensual atmosphere enveloping the Daoist Temple.

Her face gradually blushed, whether from her own compromising position or from her wrist being held in Su Bei's large hand, she couldn't tell.

Su Bei frowned slightly, starting to sense that something was off.

Ordinarily, Ji Baoer's figure here should be more ample... and she wouldn't feel so inexperienced. I can even feel the woman beneath me trembling.

"Master... Master."

Li Zijun finally snapped back to her senses from the shock. Her small hands anxiously pushed at Su Bei as she nervously said, "I'm not Sister Nan Ji... I'm Zi Jun..."

"..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance as she turned her head to the side, biting her lip.

Su Bei froze for a moment, then leaned down to look at the woman before her, dumbfounded.

What beastly act have I just committed?

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward. Su Bei wanted to comfort Li Zijun by stroking her head but, fearing the gesture would be misunderstood, her hand froze mid-air. She 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 response with her head down, her expression unclear.

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

"..."

Su Bei offered an awkward smile, then gently got up, rubbed her nose, and after a moment said, "Your master really didn't know..."

Saying this, Su Bei grabbed Li Zijun's snow-white wrist, intending to pull her up.

The firelight flickered, casting shifting shadows upon their faces, each lost in their own thoughts.

For some reason, as Su Bei gazed at Li Zijun's translucent, jade-like face, a surge of impulse rose within her, and her heart began to beat faster.

Compared to Nan Ji, the intensity of my actions just now was undeniable, and the sensation Li Zijun gave me was vastly different.

Yet, that gentle yet perceptible distance made Su Bei feel an odd sensation.

Seemingly forgetting the prior embarrassment, Su Bei lifted her hand again, extending two fingers and tentatively sliding them over Li Zijun's face.

After a pause, she finally touched that smooth, jade-like cheek.

Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly. Her bright eyes, like stars, showed a struggle for a moment, creating a little distance, but this time she didn't react violently. Closing her eyes, she allowed Su Bei to gently caress her beautiful face with two fingers.

As smooth as jade.

Suddenly, Su Bei saw a pearl-like tear escape from the corner of Li Zijun's eye, rolling down her snow-white cheek.

The flickering flames cast the shadows of two tear stains.

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

With two fingers, she gently wiped away the tears and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Master..."

Li Zijun's eyes were fixed on Su Bei, brimming with tears.

Why am I crying? she wondered. Is it because of her offense? Or because there can never be an outcome between us?

Seeing the brief, vacant look in Su Bei's eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression to make.

Helplessness?

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

Li Zijun gently lifted her head, a smile gracing her lips as she hid the last tear in the depths of her eyes. "I do not blame you, Master."

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

"..."

Su Bei gave her a sheepish smile, suppressing the terrifying thoughts that had surged within her just moments ago.

How come every disciple I take is so strange? Each one seems to have shared long years with me, always with this sense of inexplicable feelings involved.

Just then, the door opened.

Ji Nanjue, dressed in different clothes, walked in, her expression peculiar as she surveyed the scene.

Stepping barefoot, Ji Nanjue sat down beside Su Bei, wiping the lingering water droplets from her skin. A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. Usually, Su Bei would pounce on me; why is she so calm today? What happened between them while I was away? The atmosphere is so odd.

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

Su Bei smiled at her, then hugged Ji Nanjue.

In Su Bei's embrace, Ji Nanjue sensed a complex array of emotions. She tilted her head and kissed Su Bei on the corner of her lips.

She had been thinking a lot just now. She knew the road ahead was long and arduous; the world was indifferent, often making their path extraordinarily difficult. But at this moment, being able to enjoy a brief period of peace brought her a deep sense of contentment.

Her mindset gradually underwent a slight change. It's not about being together morning and evening, but about having had each other.

"It's nothing," Su Bei said, stroking Ji Nanjue's hair. "It's late. Time to sleep..."

Ji Nanjue stood up and took the distracted Li Zijun by the hand. She closely inspected her own dress, now on Li Zijun, then 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 coldness, "As punishment, you will sleep outside tonight. I will cuddle with Zi Jun. Is that alright, Zi Jun?"

She winked at Li Zijun.

Li Zijun was momentarily startled. She looked up at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside her, and said with some reluctance, "That's not good... It's going to rain outside."

Su Bei naturally knew Nan Ji was giving her an out; she must have noticed the earlier embarrassment.

Her heart warmed. She looked at Ji Nanjue. "I'll just go outside..."

Just then, soft footsteps approached from not far away.

The sudden sound made everyone frown. Su Bei asked with some confusion, "Who could be walking around at this hour of the night?"

"..."