My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 283 - 224 You Can’t Beat My Wife (Thanks to the alliance leader "It’s Me, It’s Me"!)_3

Chapter 283: Chapter 224 You Can’t Beat My Wife (Thanks to the alliance leader "It’s Me, It’s Me"!)_3

Jia Tengying observed carefully; the stone table was close to the eastern wall, which was the wall where the main entrance was located, and Yu Huaijin stood between the stone table and the eastern wall, facing the stone table with a ruler in her left hand and her right hand empty.

He was now on the right side of the stone table. If he walked directly over, it would be inconvenient to pass things across the table, and if he walked behind her along the eastern wall, it would be awkward for her to receive with her left hand holding the ruler. She would need to bend her arm in an unnatural way.

The only choice then was to adjust his position, starting from the left side of the stone table and choosing to pass behind her to hand the cucumber directly to her free right hand. This way, it would be easy for her to receive and convenient for him to pass it.

On the left side of the stone table was the northeast corner of the courtyard, a place seldom visited. However, at this moment, it was conveniently covered by the eastern hedge that Ziyu had set up, which he could pretend to water the chrysanthemums before returning and passing by the stone table.

Jia Tengying nodded silently to himself, but he didn’t act immediately; instead, he turned back and casually picked two ordinary cucumbers, washed them quickly, and tossed them into the bamboo basket, distinct from the juicy cucumber.

After preparing, Jia Tengying moved his feet and walked forward, quietly taking a wide detour along the path.

He came to the eastern hedge, casually watered the flowers, and then headed straight for the stone table, trying to keep his steps as steady as possible...

At this moment, in front of the stone table.

Zhao Rong alternated between looking down at the guqin on the table before him and looking up at Yu Huaijin, who was holding the ruler properly in both hands.

She was staring at him unwaveringly.

"Today we will start with finger techniques," said Yu Huaijin with a stern face.

Zhao Rong had no desire to surrender easily; he hated being forced to do things the most.

In short, Zhao Rong disliked coercion, but he might consider something softer.

Remembering how they were just within three steps of each other but he couldn’t even touch the hem of her clothes, he asked directly,

"Yu Huaijin, what’s your cultivation level?"

"Perfection in the Vast Realm," she replied.

This question that many students at the Mochi Academy were curious about—Yu Huaijin did not conceal it in the slightest, not because Zhao Rong was special, but because no one had ever asked her before.

If someone asked her about this issue, which cultivators usually treated with caution, she would tell them, because Yu Huaijin did not care about cultivation; for instance, her being at Perfection in the Vast Realm was not due to an inability to break through.

It was because her teacher had told her that the Vast Realm was meaningful for Confucian Scholars, and as a Confucian Cultivator, she could benefit from staying in this realm a bit longer without any harm.

So, Yu Huaijin indifferently heeded this advice and remained in this realm for half a year, although she didn’t see anything particularly interesting about it. Nevertheless, she did what her mentor said, as always.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, but he was slightly surprised inside, and his gaze moved up and down over Yu Huaijin.

She’s almost catching up to my Qing Jun...

But, no big deal.

Zhao Rong cleared his throat and, following old habits, executed a double standard... if he couldn’t beat her, he’d call for help.

He lifted his chin with pride, "Yu Huaijin, I advise you to release me at once. Your cultivation level is not enough to defeat my wife. She’s a Sword Cultivator at the bottleneck of the Vast Realm, and coupled with me, a seemingly frail Martial Artist with extraordinary abilities, we, as a couple, can easily take you down. Withdraw your formation quickly, or else, hmph, you’ve been warned!"

While speaking, Zhao Rong looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh," said Yu Huaijin after thinking for a while. She nodded and then said nothing more.

Zhao Rong watched her expression for a while, and seeing that Yu Huaijin remained motionless, it seemed bringing up his wife had no effect. He silently muttered "troublesome," but he wasn’t flustered; he had a backup plan... taking the moral high ground.

That was something every Confucian Scholar was good at.

Zhao Rong gave another light cough, then immediately adopted a serious expression, full of righteous indignation.

"Yu Huaijin, without permission, you scaled the wall and intruded on the men’s dormitory in the middle of the night. Have you abandoned all Confucian etiquette, no longer holding the Academy’s rules in any regard?" he questioned.

Yu Huaijin, expressionless, simply replied, "I have the key."

Zhao Rong’s momentum faltered abruptly, his expression stiffening slightly as he slowly turned his head toward someone else.

Jia Tengying, who was approaching directly, quickly averted his gaze.