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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 68: The Lin Brothers

Inside a carriage being hastened towards Lanxi.

In the darkness, a man whose body had been tensed suddenly slumped backward, relaxed against the velvet backrest.

A hand reached out, fumbling on the wall of the carriage.

The next second, that hand forcefully pulled back the curtains, and the small window suddenly flooded the carriage with light, brightening the interior completely.

Lin Qingxuan turned his head to look out of the window, it was Lanxi where he had grown up.

The carriage bypassed the line of people waiting to present their visiting cards to the Lin family of Lanxi and drove directly past them, slowly entering the manor.

When the carriage stopped, Lin Qingxuan hastedly wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and hurried out of the carriage, rushing to find the young helmsman of the Lin family of Lanxi.

It was an urgent, pressing matter.

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The sun set over East Mountain, and dusk approached.