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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 71: What are the Stakes?

Lan Yuqing, taking advantage of Lin Wenruo's absence, looked toward Lin Qingxuan who stood among the crowd opposite her.

After a brief wait, the man, unnoticed by those around him, turned his head to look at her, their eyes met for a second, he nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze away.

Lan Yuqing's lips curled into a smile as she looked up at the Purple Sandalwood Incense Burner placed on the table at the center of the stage, which was currently unattended but from which a few wisps of twisting, ethereal blue smoke were slowly emanating.

The incense was meant to calm the minds of those who would speak on stage, yet within the incense, which was equivalent in value to a Middle Grade Spirit Stone, she had mixed something else.