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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 · Oriental
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192 Chs

Chapter 135 Meeting Qing Jun (Extra update for brother Captain Zhou Yafu!)

Qing Jun!

Zhao Rong opened his eyes, and his pupils contracted.

The ancient book slipped from his knees.

The next moment,

he thrust aside the carriage curtain and rushed out of the carriage.

Zhao Rong looked back.

There were about a dozen people ahead, exactly those who had just passed by the window.

The attire of most of these people was uniform.

All wore flowing and casual white robes, with slight differences between men and women, but all featured long, flowing sashes.

Above the white robes, black sword patterns adorned the sleeves and waists.

However, a few were dressed differently.

For instance, the red-clothed woman walking alongside the white-robed figure who constantly occupied Zhao Rong's thoughts was particularly eye-catching.

However, Zhao Rong only glanced over these individuals in a hurry.

His gaze was soon captivated by the one in the middle, clad in white.

And he could not look away anymore.