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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 144 Get Lost

When that first call of "Qing Jun" rang out.

None knew whom the young Confucian Scholar, who had just rushed over, was calling for.

But as he hastened close, repelled by the silvery white Sword Qi, and inexplicably let out a light call.

A miracle occurred.

When the young Confucian Scholar charged again.

The silvery white Sword Qi, which not even the Golden Core Sword Cultivators could slightly penetrate, shuddered with its master.

It shrank back.

No longer daring to touch him in the slightest.

Just as a fawn faces a descending tiger, or as a gazelle sees a slowly circling hungry wolf.

However, before people could marvel for long.

The next instant.

The young Confucian Scholar had already stepped forward and taken Lingfei's left hand.

Yes.

There was no mistake.

The hand he took... it was Lingfei's!

What... what had he done?

Jiang Chebai's chest fluctuated violently, and he suddenly sucked in air, producing a "heh… heh… heh" sound, his eyes bulged with bloodshot veins.