My Wife Is A Sword Immortal -
Chapter 259 - 213 The Beloved One Only for Qing Jun (Borrowing a Reader’s Name) (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)
Chapter 259: Chapter 213 The Beloved One Only for Qing Jun (Borrowing a Reader’s Name) (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)
"Are you trying to scare me to death?"
Once Zhao Rong heard that familiar voice again, his mind instantly cleared, and he remembered that guy who had slept for quite a few days, whose voice he hadn’t heard for a long time. Just now, when he had been immersed, it had suddenly spoken, startling Zhao Rong so much that his mind trembled.
"Look at the size of your courage."
Gui chuckled lightly.
"Hey, Zhao Rong, how long have I been asleep?"
"One and a half months."
"Tsk tsk, impressive Zhao Rong, in such a short time, you’ve sweet-talked Lingfei into your hands."
Zhao Rong was speechless, too lazy to argue with it, as anything that came from its mouth would take on a different taste.
Lingfei’s eyes, long and limpid as autumn waters, slowly opened, still bearing some remnants of intoxication.
And just then, a cool breeze carrying a chill blew directly into her face, causing an instant sense of emptiness to rise within her.
Lingfei’s eyes became clearer and, lifting her head slightly, she immediately focused all her attention on Zhao Rong, who was looking all around, and immediately noticed something was off about him.
Her brows suddenly furrowed, and she rebuked sharply.
"Who’s there?"
Lingfei’s willow brows inverted as she scanned her surroundings.
The next second.
A crystal-clear, ice-like handleless small sword abruptly appeared, hovering beside Zhao Rong and Lingfei, who were embraced in each other’s arms.
At the same time.
Inside the courtyard of Qinglian Pavilion, within a secluded corner’s lotus pond, nine stalks of evergreen blue-white lotus buds suddenly bloomed.
In front of the courtyard gate.
Handleless small sword.
In an instant.
The blue-white mists surged like a tide, swiftly enveloping the land around Zhao Rong and Lingfei for dozens of feet in all directions.
Lingfei’s eyebrows knitted in distress, and relying on the lotus wards of Qinglian Pavilion to protect the residence, she activated an Array using the solidified flying sword in her Heart Lake, Qingmei, as the Array’s focal point, scanning the surrounding area within twenty feet with her Divine Sense.
Wherever the halo enveloped, every flower, blade of grass, and grain of sand was displayed in vivid detail.
At this moment, her heart was filled with a mixture of shame and annoyance. Although the majority of the women who resided in Nanci Mansion belonged to the Taiching Four Mansions, the place was heavily populated but not slack in regulation. The resident students from the mountain were cultivators; the Mansion consisted of various courtyards that served as cultivation Cave Mansions, which were quite spacious and properly spaced, ensuring that their daily activities barely disturbed each other.
In Taiching Four Mansions, breaking into somebody else’s Cave Mansion uninvited was a grave taboo, so the place should have been very safe.
This was also the reason why Lingfei had brought Zhao Rong here. The outside was crowded with too many prying eyes, and cultivators were naturally perceptive; if the two of them were to do anything overly intimate, it would be easy for others to notice, something Lingfei wouldn’t risk.
Just before she had spoken her heart out, she had made sure to carefully check their surroundings. She hadn’t spotted anyone at the time, but she couldn’t rule out the possibility entirely.
Zhao Rong’s sudden vigilant look made Lingfei suspicious something was amiss, and the thought that the intimate scene of feeding honey water to her beloved Rong’er might have been seen by others filled her with indignant shame.
Her eyes glared angrily as she surveyed her surroundings, rapidly searching for the vile intruder.
In front of the courtyard gate, Lingfei, with Zhao Rong’s arm wrapped around her slender waist, appeared like a different person. Just a second ago, she was nestled in her lover’s embrace like a bear cub gorging on honey, but now her expression had turned fierce, full of sharpness.
"Wow, your beautiful wife seems to be obedient like a little daughter-in-law in front of you, but I didn’t expect her to have quite the temper."
The recently awakened Sword Spirit, observing the assertive Lingfei and the flying sword beside her through the brow chakra, teased with a chuckle.
Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, glancing at Qing Jun in his arms, noticing the contrasts to the gentleness she had shown around him these days.
On closer thought, Qing Jun had always been like this, whether it was the indifference after her heartfelt disappointment at the Duke Mansion in Great Chu, or her ruthless rejection of Jiang Chebai beneath You Mountain, or even her angry rebuke of her sister Yun Zi at the Nuanyi Gathering not long ago.
That was her nature; she was polite to outsiders due to her upbringing, but she couldn’t tolerate any affronts from them.
Strangers and intimates were clearly distinguished in Qing Jun’s heart.
Yet this was a woman who hadn’t been like this before. Her ingenuousness as a child was because someone had protected her from behind, and her current assertiveness stemmed from needing to stand at the forefront to protect those behind her, to be strong and independent.
Thinking of this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips, keeping silent.
Had Qing Jun changed, really? She had, and yet she hadn’t. Her heart still harbored an innocent little girl, but that part of her would only emerge in the presence of her childhood sweetheart, running out from the depths of Qing Jun’s heart with joyous steps.
She would always be his sweet Qingmei.
Zhao Rong came back to his senses, not engaging with the Sword Spirit’s words. He turned to examine the handleless small sword, the image of Qing Jun using it to trace an Array with a thread of white light at the Nuanyi Gathering was etched in his memory.
Gui spoke again with a teasing tone, "You know, if your lady realizes that the thief she’s looking for is right in front of her, lurking in the Divine Sense of her unsuspecting heartthrob, I wonder how she would react? Interesting, Zhao Rong, why don’t you tell her, see if she dares to be so arrogant with me then."
Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched, too lazy to bother with it.
Gui had just woken up from that boring dream feeling quite bored, and was eager to provoke Zhao Rong into an argument, but seeing that Zhao Rong wouldn’t speak up, it could only sigh silently thinking, ’The peak again, eh? Truly lonely.’ Then, following his line of sight, it noticed what Zhao Rong was paying attention to.
Gui’s tone became curious, "That must be your wife’s companion sword for her Lifebound Flying Sword. In a nutshell, the training process of a Sword Cultivator’s Lifebound Flying Sword is about Transforming Illusion into Reality, then from Reality back to Illusion. She’s in the stage of Transforming Illusion into Reality right now, forging the physical flying sword for the one in her Heart Lake, and this little sword must be it."
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