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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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195 Chs

Chapter 83 Taibai Mountain Affairs (Please collect! Please vote!)

Before long, two elders walked down the mountain at a leisurely pace.

One was familiar to Zhao Rong—the Six-One Layman he had seen during the day, sniffing at the mouth of a gourd, greedily drinking the liquor.

The other was completely unknown to Zhao Rong, an elder dressed in a simple Confucian robe. Despite his aged face, his hair was jet black, his spirit vibrant, and his eyes piercing.

This must be the old ancestor of the Lin family, Lin Wenruo's great-grandfather.

Zhao Rong followed Lin Wenruo to greet them.

The Lin family ancestor glanced at Lin Wenruo and casually tossed something from his hand. Immediately, his gaze turned to the young Confucian Scholar, smiling as he said,

"You must be Zhao Ziyu. The Dog has mentioned you countless times in front of me; my ears have grown calluses from it. The Dog said you are as handsome as a jade tree, with a distinguished demeanor. I didn't believe it before, but now that I see you, my great-grandson hasn't lied to me!"