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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 · Huyền huyễn
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Chapter 140 Heart Lake with Lotus Pond (An extra update for my brothers' monthly tickets!) (4000 words, 2 in 1 mega chapter)

It was clearly broad daylight.

The sun shone brightly.

But a certain corner of the Wangque Platform.

Had brightened a few degrees due to the smile of a woman.

Those were the feelings of the owners of the eyes, who either sneaked glances or stared openly.

The ceremony for Dao companions was still ongoing and was nearing its end.

Not far below You Mountain.

Inside a tavern, there was similar bustle.

However.

There was one person who didn't quite fit with the celebration that filled almost the entire city.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's face was expressionless.

His smile had gradually disappeared since earlier on.

Zhao Rong's hands propped up his chin as he unblinkingly stared at a corner above the beaded curtain; the tea in the cup beside his arm was still full, yet it had already gone cold long ago.

Scene after scene had unfolded right before Zhao Rong's eyes.

Scene after scene.

At first, a little girl in a pink dress had ran to hug Qing Jun.