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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 · Ost
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245 Chs

Chapter 50 Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace

The rainy season in Zhongnan Country falls in June and July.

Today was a rare rainless day, with the sun shining brightly.

The Lin family estate between the two Qingshan Hills, having bathed in a new shower, was cool and refreshing.

Lin Wenruo walked briskly with a smile on his face, strolling along the winding and quiet paths.

He passed clusters of plants and numerous pavilions.

Suddenly, Lin Wenruo stopped at a corridor overlooking a pond, where a mahogany round box filled with bait rested casually on the railing.

Lin Wenruo reached out to grab some bait and casually scattered it into the lake.

"Master."

From behind him, a tall woman dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with a pendant on her head, had appeared at some point, bowing her head in salute.

"Speak."

Lin Wenruo gazed at the red carps gradually gathering beneath him and idly tossed more bait down.