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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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Chapter 77: The Daoist Gentleman

Lin Wenruo silently scrutinized the face of the young Confucian scholar before him.

His appearance could only be described as decent, but he had a pair of bright eyes. They were not like the dazzling stars of those peerless geniuses Lin Wenruo had seen before, but rather contained a faint glimmer, like a light in a dark chamber that had endured for a thousand years.

When you looked into his eyes and spoke to him, he would stare back into yours, and you could be certain he was earnestly listening to every word you said, no matter how casually you spoke.

This was something Lin Wenruo knew the first time he met him.

Lin Wenruo closed his eyes, lifted his head slightly, and exhaled the stale air from his chest. Relaxing his spine and shoulders for a moment, he then straightened up again, abruptly opened his eyes, and stared into the calm eyes before him, nodding emphatically.