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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 79 I, Zhao Ziyu_3

They were almost certain that they were the victors of the day.

On the stage, when Zhao Rong was meticulously arguing the seventh sentence, Tao Yuanran, who had maintained a calm demeanor, suddenly furrowed his brows—the first time he had done so that day.

Zhao Rong continued without cessation, "Speaking from the perspective of self-interest, it then encompasses essence and function, this is called 'one source'; from the perspective of representation, it manifests subtly without exclusion, this is called 'seamless'..."

A philosophical proposition, never before seen in this world, was slowly being articulated by this young Confucian scholar. Each statement, like building blocks, was constructing a magnificent castle. Although it was not yet completed, its momentum was already overwhelming.