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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"...

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Chapter 43: The Old Toper's Intent

The wind picked up.

The summer sun also quietly hid behind the clouds.

What was originally clear and sunny weather had changed as if a beautiful lady had changed into a new outfit.

This weather was perfect for traveling, yet at this moment, inside Zuiweng Pavilion, the group that had sought refuge from the sun paid no heed to this fact.

For, the sudden change within the pavilion took everyone by surprise.

The atmosphere grew somewhat eerie.

Su Xiaoxiao widened her eyes as she gazed at the tall, handsome zither player not far from her.

What did he just say his name was? Lin Qingchi, styled Wenruo? Hmm, Xiaoxiao might not have heard wrong, right?

The little Fox Demon looked at Zhao Rong with a puzzled expression.

But Zhao Rong wasn't paying attention to her at this moment.

He too was astonished, but he was sure he hadn't misheard, and now looked at the zither player who was smiling at him.

Zhao Rong cleared his throat and stood up to bow.