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My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

Upon opening his eyes, there before him was a bridal chamber adorned with red candles and windows. A bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and robes of rank sat upright on the nuptial bed, her face covered by a red bridal veil. Zhao Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Have I become a groom? Oh, and a junior one at that." Understood. His facial expression brewed for a moment before he twisted his mouth into a smile, "Wait a second..." Huh, something's amiss. The bride is my childhood sweetheart who also harbored a crush on me? Oh, then that's alright. This is very fitting. Zhao Rong stepped forward, happily lifting the red bridal veil, "Hey hey, my lady, where are you running off to?" ------------- In the great era of contention, the tide of the times surged forth, and Confucian Scholar Zhao Rong bravely faced it head-on. Not only did he seek to catch up to the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart turned Sword Immortal Lady, but he also wished to witness firsthand the dispute that engulfed more than half of the Cultivation World, the strife among the various schools of thought... ————— [Slow-burn], [Non-cliché], [Non-level-up], [Romance plot], [Sweet without the angst] This book is also known as "I Have a Fox Fairy Wife", "Rebirth: I Deliver Parcels in the Otherworld", "Zhao Ziyu, The Smirking Scholar" "I Really Don't Want to Be a Kept Man"...

Yang Xiaorong · Eastern
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240 Chs

Chapter 122 Dragon Ship and Dragon Raises Its Head

Zhao Rong took Su Xiaoxiao along the Li River, which was straight as a horizontal line.

Heading northward.

After walking for three days, the constant sound of the rushing river accompanied them day and night.

Unceasing and endless.

One day, the pair found themselves walking along the riverside.

"Look, Zhao Lang, look quickly!"

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly shook Zhao Rong's arm, hopping excitedly as she pointed ahead.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes to look.

There in the midst of the vast river stood a solitary mountain, rising abruptly between the waters.

The rolling river waters swirled around it.

It was a speck of "green" amidst the vast yellow waters of the river.

Extremely conspicuous.

"That's Little Solitary Mountain, one of the few mountain ferry ports in the Li River. Let's go."

Though the journey looked short, it took them another two days to approach it.