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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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Chapter 97: The Ultimate Void

This was a pair of clear eyes, hidden behind a window.

They reflected the tragic scene currently unfolding on Zhuque Street.

The next second, the eyes gradually closed.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

"I have caught that Qi," Zhao Rong said with his eyes closed.

The blood-soaked man had, in those three seconds of life-burning, extended his last finger.

Stabbing the sword furnace.

Zhao Rong was incredibly familiar with it, as he had practiced it millions of times.

But that finger had still deeply imprinted itself in his heart.

Was it the Fist Stance which Brother Sanbian advised me to watch carefully before he left this morning?

At this moment, the Qi and blood within Zhao Rong's body involuntarily trembled, his Qi was extremely chaotic, like a swarm of headless flies crashing around.

"… What, what did you say?"

With her mouth covered and eyes red, Su Xiaoxiao looked up at the young Confucian Scholar, who was standing calmly with his eyes closed beside the window.