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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 98: They All Died

This was a serious-faced elderly man with meticulously combed hair.

Dressed in purple official robes with a golden fish bag, he held an ivory staff in one hand.

At that moment, his gaze swept across the scene.

The next second, his eyes abruptly fixed on a particular spot!

There lay a bloodied man and an embroidered-robed man with a hole in his forehead.

The elderly man's body instantly stiffened, standing as still as a wax figure in place.

Not a single movement.

About three breaths later.

He took a deep breath, and his priceless ivory staff tilted and fell.

His figure transformed into a blur, quickly kneeling beside the fallen Qin Ji.

At that time, Qin Ji's forehead had a thumb-sized hole in his skull, from which a blood-red liquid meandered down.

It was mixed with grayish-white liquid, soaking his shattered chest armor.