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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 · 東方
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191 Chs

Chapter 51: Righteous and Bright

Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace?

Zhao Rong's heart tightened, his expression unchanged as he casually turned his head to look toward the National Master's Camp that was about to pass by on the main street, calmly thinking in his Heart Lake, "Where is it?"

"In front of the sedan, those little Daoist boys."

By then, the camp had already almost passed Zhao Rong. From his angle, his view was obstructed by the luxurious sedan carried by over twenty people, making it impossible to see the target clearly.

Zhao Rong slightly furrowed his eyebrows, ready to follow when he suddenly remembered Su Xiaoxiao beside him. Turning his head, he saw her staring at him with a puzzled expression.

Su Xiaoxiao curiously looked in the direction Zhao Rong had been gazing at, "Zhao Rong, what are you looking at?"