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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 70: The Furnace Core Appears

Zhao Rong thought he should have been the most skilled-looking among the six participants at today's Confucian and Daoist debate.

Dressed in a simple Confucian robe with sleeves draped over his arms, a black and white Jade Token at his waist, his expression calm, and a light smile on his lips. Hmm, what slightly ruined the image of a master was his handsome face, which he thought was somewhat regrettable.

Still, he should be the one most like an unfathomably deep master among the six on the debate stage.

After all, he was the most unremarkable one on the stage...

But ever since Zhao Rong and his companions descended from their carriage at the foot of Taibai Mountain, passed through the crowded thoroughfare that opened up for them, walked the main road up the mountain, went straight through the midway landscape, and made their way to the Scripture Platform at the summit, Zhao Rong had changed his mind upon seeing the old man, protected by a group of Chongxu Daoists.