My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 238 - 194: A Gift from My Husband (Added more for the monthly ticket of my brothers!)

Chapter 238: Chapter 194: A Gift from My Husband (Added more for the monthly ticket of my brothers!)

Only to see that it was the unremarkable husband of Zhao Lingfei who was quietly inquiring with a Residence Student beside him. However, since the venue was quiet at the time, his hushed voice still reached everyone’s ears.

The queried Residence Student was slightly startled, turned his head to scrutinize the oddly-expressed Zhao Rong, and nodded.

Word had already spread throughout the entire Residence that the new Teacher of Daoist studies was named Tao Yuanran, a gentleman of the Daoist school.

Zhao Rong looked peculiar, and feeling the various gazes cast upon him, he coughed lightly, his expression returning to normal, "Thank you, I was just a bit unsure, just asking, it’s nothing."

The multitude of gazes lingering on Zhao Rong had not yet begun to speculate when they slowly dissipated.

Zhao Lingfei, who had been diligently keeping her eyes on her husband, was a bit taken aback by the sight. She released her lower lip from her teeth, and upon seeing Zhao Rong’s radiant smile towards her, her heart settled. Yet, she felt a trace of self-reproach for misunderstanding her husband once more, judging from his expression it was the Dragon Carp that had piqued his interest, not the person...

At this moment, Ji Qianyi, who had guessed the majority of the women’s hidden objects, approached Zhao Lingfei. Unlike before, when he immediately guessed in front of the other women, he stood silently, gazing intently at Zhao Lingfei.

But immediately after, Ji Qianyi’s hand beneath his sleeve clenched into a fist. For after locking eyes with him for two breaths, Zhao Lingfei’s gaze suddenly darted elsewhere, not paying him the slightest heed.

Ji Qianyi said sternly, "Zhao Lingfei, look at what you’ve become now, is this really you? How are you any different from those ignorant women!"

Zhao Lingfei glanced sideways, quietly observing Zhao Rong. Noticing that her husband seemed to have detected that a man was speaking to her, and was intently watching her, Zhao Lingfei smiled faintly. It was then that she suddenly seemed to hear someone speaking to her from in front.

Zhao Lingfei came back to her senses, her smile still lingering, "What did you say?"

Ji Qianyi’s face turned stony in an instant, feeling the playful gazes of the people around him. He humphed and said no more.

Ji Qianyi didn’t lower his head to look at the Jade Box but raised his hand to form a seal, employing a secret technique from his family to deduce the yin and yang.

He did not underestimate the array formed by the pure Sword Qi of Zhao Lingfei, using his full strength. He had thought that this secret technique would provide an answer quickly, but after ten breaths, his brows furrowed, and his mouth opened slightly, unsure of his findings.

The derived answer turned out to be ambiguous!

Ji Qianyi hesitated briefly, his brows furrowed, "A white Jade Token, and... a Daoist Scripture."

Ye Ruoxi, who had been paying attention to Ji Qianyi and Zhao Lingfei, was prepared to nod in agreement when she heard the first part of the answer. But Ji Qianyi added something strange, causing her to pause abruptly.

Ye Ruoxi recalled the scene where Zhao Lingfei had gently placed the items, shaking her head in regret, "Junior Brother Ji, you’re wrong, there is no Daoist Scripture."

Ji Qianyi’s brows were still furrowed. After a moment of silence, he slowly nodded, "Fine, consider me defeated."

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Ye Ruoxi to open the Jade Box, but moved aside, grabbed a cup from the tray held by the girl with the red carp, and downed three cups of Withered Wood Wine in succession.

Withered wood coming back to life, it’s utterly intoxicating.

Ji Qianyi exhaled lightly, tipsy, "I said, if I lost the guessing game, I would give all of you a small token of compensation."

Having said that, he took out a book, which he would browse through whenever he had spare time, thick with no words on the cover.

Ji Qianyi flipped the book open and the next second, he tore out twenty pages in a row, tossing them towards the women who served as guessers.

The originally ordinary pages of the book, upon leaving the tome, suddenly each emitted myriad visions.

There was the fragrance of orchids, the sound of flutes, the falling snow, the plums.

Green waters and Qingshan, the four seasons, and romantic sceneries emerged on the paper.

These turned out to be twenty compositions of Falling Flower Grade poetry!

Everyone at the venue exchanged puzzled looks.

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, glancing at the thick book in Ji Qianyi’s hand.

So, this guy who doesn’t return favors, has an entire book of Falling Flower Grade poetry? How lavish...

The twenty women who participated in the guessing game each had different expressions.

"Thank you, Junior Brother, it would be impolite to decline."

"Junior Brother Ji is indeed generous."

The women caught the Floating Flower Grade poetry that hovered in the air.

However, whether intentional or not, everyone noticed that the Floating Flower Grade poetry in front of nineteen women were of the Ascending grade, while only one was of the Falling Flower Grade at the State of No Self.

And within that poem’s visions was a high mountain stream matched with the ethereal sound of a zither.

Zhao Lingfei looked at the special Falling Flower Grade poetry in front of her and turned to speak earnestly, "Ji Qianyi, I don’t want this, take it away."

Ji Qianyi burped, scoffing as he locked eyes with Zhao Lingfei, "Don’t want it? How come, Zhao Lingfei? Now that you talk of love every day, don’t you want cultivation anymore? Don’t you want your Sword Heart anymore? Don’t you want the Great Dao anymore?"

Zhao Lingfei’s slender eyes narrowed slightly, "Ji Qianyi, it’s none of your business to worry about my affairs. You’d best mind your own tongue and show some respect."

With a sweep of her sleeve, the Falling Flower Grade poetry before her flew back.

Zhao Lingfei slightly lifted her delicate chin, giving Ji Qianyi a cold look, her voice chilling, "Take it away, I already have one. My husband has given me a piece of Falling Flower Grade poetry, and it’s even at the State of No Self. I don’t need someone else’s."

Ji Qianyi frowned and turned his head to look at Zhao Rong seriously for the first time, his gaze filled with skepticism.

And the people at the poetry gathering were even more astonished, their eyes turning towards Zhao Rong.