My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 254 - 209: The Kid’s Mother

Chapter 254: Chapter 209: The Kid’s Mother

Zhao Rong did not like dusk.

The dusk of this world.

At this moment, he raised his eyes to gaze into the distance.

On the distant horizon, a range of black mountains loomed, the blood-red remnants of the sun had already completely fallen behind them, leaving no trace.

The last gleam of twilight in the sky was gradually dimming, like an elderly man at dusk, coming to life with a sense of deathly stillness.

Night was shrouding the earth, and how could the human lights on the ground resist the suffocating darkness that pressed down like fate?

Zhao Rong detested this feeling, which had nearly always caused a sense of disconnection in him since he recovered his memories from a past life, as if he did not belong to this world.

He felt out of place.

Because in the nights of his past life’s memory, the lights were sometimes clearer than the daylight, with too many attractions, blurring the line between day and night, rarely lingering in the dark to feel the oppressive sensation of being engulfed by it.

Even now, in the Taiching Four Mansions of Du You City, the lights of the Mountain Immortals could not drive away the steps of the dark giants.

When night fell, it meant the end of the day, signifying separation and loneliness.

Only now, the unsettling disconnection that Zhao Rong felt was beginning to slowly dissipate.

For his kite, once adrift from the Li Territory, had been grounded by several strings.

"Huh..."

Zhao Rong gently exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest.

He squinted at the distant Nanci Mansion, where the secluded courtyards and tall buildings by the riverbank were starting to light up with dim lights, one after another.

Zhao Rong subconsciously pinched the hand of Qing Jun he was holding, speaking without turning his head.

"Why don’t we go for another walk? Actually, it’s still quite early."

Over the past few days, the two of them had stayed together until the moon was high before parting reluctantly, but today, Qing Jun had taken the initiative to ask Zhao Rong to send her back to the Nanci Mansion early.

And now, their steps toward Nanci Mansion were unexpectedly slow.

Lingfei, who had been silent for a long time on the road, heard the words, paused for a moment, and shook her head, "Rong’er, you’re setting out early tomorrow morning. It’s better to rest early tonight."

Zhao Rong sensed the low spirits of the woman beside him.

He pursed his lips and then suddenly came to a halt.

Lingfei, with her hand clasped in Zhao Rong’s, was pulled to a stop as well and looked back curiously.

The next second.

Zhao Rong reached out and grabbed the white jade hanging at Lingfei’s waist, plucking the "Pure Purple Energy" from it.

The East Coming Purple Energy, the first class of auspicious energies in the world, is also related to the Daoist Scripture, is of profound mystery, and possesses the Innate Spiritual Wisdom of a child, which could be cultivated by a Cultivator into a precious Lifebound Artifact, with the effect of raising the grade of the elixir by Half Grade being one of the divine effects after it becomes a Lifebound Artifact of the Cultivator.

After obtaining the Pure Purple Energy, Zhao Rong did not cultivate it, but was keen on its strange use of transforming myriad things and turned Pure Purple Energy into a decoration of white jade tassels, which he gave to Qing Jun.

However, due to the gift from the odd old man of Zhongnan Mountain, Pure Purple Energy was very intimate with Zhao Rong, and he was also the master of Pure Purple Energy in some sense.

Therefore, when Zhao Rong let it turn into a purple tassel, Pure Purple Energy maintained this shape almost all the time since then, hanging on the white jade.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, holding the obedient Pure Purple Energy, took another careful look at Qing Jun’s attire and after contemplating for a moment, his mind stirred.

Immediately, the tassel quietly bloomed into a wisp of elegant Purple Energy in Zhao Rong’s hand.

This scattered fog-like state lasted for only three breaths.

In an instant.

The Pure Purple Energy regathered and condensed into a small purple figure.

The tiny being, the size of a palm, had a blurred face, with Purple Energy fluttering uncertainly around it.

It could roughly be seen as a delicate and petite little girl.

She wore braids like sheep horns and was dressed in a small bodice skirt.

The little girl floated in Zhao Rong’s hand, looking around dazedly, her head turning left and right.

Lingfei quietly watched the new transformation of the small figure in Rong’er’s hand, her eyes curious.

Zhao Rong watched the little girl-like Pure Purple Energy for a while and then nodded satisfactorily.

This look indeed resembled the chest-high blouse and skirt outfit that Qing Jun wore in his memories from when she was little.

There was no doubt that she was his daughter.

Zhao Rong’s lips curved up as he extended a finger to touch the little one’s clean forehead.

The little girl, still bewildered and looking around, saw a "thick and long" stick approaching and instinctively shrank back, not letting it touch her. However, she soon noticed the familiar and likable scent emanating from Zhao Rong, so she floated forward again, wrapping her slender arms around Zhao Rong’s finger and nuzzling it affectionately with her face.

While playing with the little one with his finger, Zhao Rong spoke to her in a solemn tone and with serious expression.

"Girl, your father will leave tomorrow, and for some time I will be quite far from you and your mother. When I am not here, you must be good and keep your mother company for me. If she spends all day cooped up inside, cultivating without distinction of day or night, you must pull her outside more often to walk and have fun; if she foolishly daydreams about me, um, remember this and tell me when I am back, and you will be rewarded."

Zhao Rong paused momentarily and glanced at Qing Jun, who was silently not speaking by his side.

At that moment, her long and autumn-like eyes were squinting, her gaze fixated unblinkingly on him and the "child," much like a little cat that had stealthily eaten a dried fish.

Zhao Rong coughed twice, restraining his urge to smile.

He lowered his voice and leaned in, as if no one else was around, and carefully warned the little one, who was close at hand:

"Ahem, of course, the most important thing is to stand guard for your father. Remember, girl, if your mother talks to any man other than me more than three times in one conversation, you must rush to tell me, hmph, and see how I will discipline your mother... Do you understand?"

The little girl, Qing Jun, tilted her head and faced Zhao Rong, looking somewhat puzzled by what she heard.

However, when she heard her father’s voice emphasis on questioning, her small frame shuddered and, unable to speak at the moment, she quickly nodded like pounding garlic.

"Pffft."

Zhao Lingfei couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.

It was like a white lotus blooming in the darkness.

Zhao Rong’s gaze had barely left Qing Jun, and seeing this, he was momentarily stunned, but then his expression turned serious again as he spoke earnestly:

"Child’s mother, what are you laughing at? Stop looking, I’m talking about you. If you dare to, while your husband is away..."

Zhao Lingfei quickly put on a stern face and spoke with feigned annoyance, though her eyes and brows were filled with joy, "Brother Rong’er is playing nonsense again, not being serious... I don’t want to talk to you anymore."

She lifted her chin, her neck white and smooth like that of a proud swan, and turned her head away.

Zhao Rong didn’t dare to continue his mischief.

But inwardly he felt somewhat relieved, at least he had managed to distract Qing Jun enough to keep her from feeling sentimental.

Zhao Rong glanced at his wife’s haughty stance, knowing her as well as he did from all the days they had spent together, it was clear she wanted him to coax her.

Zhao Rong gave Qing Jun a knowing look... Well, he actually used some kind of subtle connection to communicate his intentions to the befuddled Qing Jun.

The next moment.

Qing Jun let go of Zhao Rong’s palm and flew to Zhao Lingfei’s side. With a small hand, she tugged on Zhao Lingfei’s sleeve, but she was ignored.

Qing Jun, small in stature, then clung to Zhao Lingfei’s alabaster fingers, swaying them from side to side and using her body to rub the palm of her hand.

On the other side, Zhao Rong secretly praised his "good daughter for not being raised in vain" and then reached out with a smile to catch Qing Jun’s other, delicate hand.

Zhao Lingfei struggled with the hand he had captured for a moment but ultimately didn’t pull away, allowing Zhao Rong to tenderly squeeze it as she continued to look away from him.

Zhao Rong’s voice was gentle, "Alright, child’s mother... Qing Jun, I was wrong. For the sake of our child, forgive your husband, will you?"

Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and gave Zhao Rong a glance. Her tone was cool, "Hmph, where did you go wrong?"

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, then ventured cautiously, "Should we have a son? Do you like boys?"

Qing Jun, who was being coquettish at the side, suddenly paused, twisting her hands while looking down, but Zhao Rong ignored her.

Zhao Lingfei’s eyes snapped open, she gritted her teeth, turned her head back, and gave the shameless Brother Rong’er a scathing glance.

She couldn’t help but extend her Jade Hand and began to pound Zhao Rong with her fists.

Yet, her eyes were filled with laughter.

For a moment, the two began to playfully scuffle.

Qing Jun, excitedly, circled around Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei.

In the darkness of the night, she was like a ribbon emitting purple light that bound the two together.

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