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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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191 Chs

Chapter 60: Retrieving the Furnace in Public (Please Favorite!)

At the time of yinshi, the second period of the day, Daoists from the foot of the mountain ascended one after another. Today wasn't a day of rest, and there weren't many visitors offering incense in the early morning.

Zhao Rong did not immediately climb the mountain; instead, he waited for a group of cleaners to follow up the mountain, keeping his eyes on the two familiar figures among them—a thin, tall middle-aged man and an old man with half of his hair white.

Both were responsible for the cleaning of the Spirit Temple, each taking turns on alternate days.

Zhao Rong concentrated and meticulously remembered their walking patterns and behavioral characteristics.

On his way up, he noticed that they did not head directly to the exterior for cleaning, but would first sweep the mountain paths, steps, and resting pavilions before continuing upwards.

Zhao Rong understood that the cleaners did not have a fixed schedule for their temple duties.