My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 294 - 229: Three Steps to Break the Formation

Chapter 294: Chapter 229: Three Steps to Break the Formation

Bang————!

As the sound of the door being slammed rang out, Zhao Rong hadn’t even had time to react when suddenly the familiar and sharp voice of Qing Jun pierced his ears.

He turned his head abruptly, instinctively calling out,

"Qing Jun."

At that moment, the doors were flung wide open; Qing Jun was standing within the threshold, holding a red lacquered brocade box, her figure tall and elegant. Her expression held a moment of panic, but upon seeing him turn and cry out in surprise, Qing Jun’s chest heaved violently as if she let out a great sigh of relief.

However, her slightly reddened eyes still caused Zhao Rong’s heart a moment of wrenching pain. He opened his mouth wanting to say something, but Qing Jun didn’t give him the chance to respond before she turned her head away with an abruptly chilled face. Her autumn-water-like phoenix eyes shot out a gaze as sharp as ice picks, directly stabbing at Yu Huaijin who was beside the stone table.

Ever since Yu Huaijin had turned her head to meet Zhao Lingfei’s cold stare, she hadn’t diverted her attention to look at anyone else in the courtyard, focusing all her attention on the dazzling beauty who burst through the doors with an edge as sharp as a blade.

Yu Huaijin’s hand gripping the ruler was hidden behind her back, with the other hand across her abdomen, poised. The previously concealed hand within the wide sleeve was, for once, partially exposed, balled into a fist, striking as bright white jade.

At this moment within East Fence Small House,

Two extraordinary women.

One tall and aloof, standing at the door.

The other small and frail, standing in the courtyard.

Their eyes met.

One pair cold and piercing.

The other with waves gradually rising.

Yet their presence was equally matched, neither willing to back down even a fraction.

The atmosphere within East Fence Small House experienced a brief freeze, much like a pond gradually icing over in the bitter winter month.

And within that coldness, the fiercest block of ice, Zhao Rong felt, was in the clash of gazes between Qing Jun and Yu Huaijin which took him completely by surprise.

The courtyard was deathly quiet; all eyes were on the two women, confronting each other with drawn blades and tense gazes.

Zhao Rong’s mouth, which had gaped open, slowly closed again. He had wanted to shout, "Wife, save me, beware of this demoness!"

But on second thought, that seemed unnecessary.

Beyond not having good food and drink to offer him and insisting he stay after eating her cucumber, Yu Huaijin hadn’t really mistreated him, well, except for making him constantly practice writing the character for ’righteous’. Would that count?

But if he now yelled, "Wife, stop!" that would definitely be even less appropriate. Not to mention it might cause misunderstandings, making Qing Jun suspect he was sheltering a lover, and it was Qing Jun who was defending him here— to shout for her to pull back would hurt and chill his wife’s heart.

The other few in the courtyard didn’t have such troubles as Zhao Rong, but they too didn’t dare to speak, each reacting differently.

Jia Tengying was crouching in the vegetable field, a rough man at this moment cowering behind a cabbage, wary of the beautiful and unfamiliar woman at the door. She must be the most beautiful woman he had seen on the mountain so far.

Jia Tengying’s eyes darted about, not daring to stare too much, feeling that this woman, whether in terms of appearance or attire, made him feel utterly unworthy; she was like an unsheathed three-foot sword, as the poetry he once read described, about to soar into the skies, its cold light shining over the Nine Provinces.

Jia Tengying’s brows furrowed, his expression anxious as he looked toward Yu Huaijin. Seeing that her expression was still calm, he took a breath and, for reasons unknown, felt a bit calmer as well.

On the other hand, Fan Yushu had no such worries. He sat behind the stone table, his head buried in a pile of books, only his bright eyes visible, eagerly watching the standoff between the two women. If it were not for his good friend Zhao Rong beside him, Fan Yushu might even be shouting words of encouragement like "Fight, fight!"

He turned his head, eyes full of expectation, looking at Zhao Lingfei, his sister-in-law. ’Come on...

Zhao Rong couldn’t think of any appropriate words for a while. He looked toward his eldest senior brother, Li Jinsu, who was standing outside the door.

However, before they could exchange glances, one of the two women at the center of the scene had already spoken.

Yu Huaijin suddenly said, "Are you Zhao Lingfei of Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion?"

Zhao Lingfei couldn’t be bothered to reply to her. Seeing that she even dared not remove the Ritual Formation that bound her Rong’er, Zhao Lingfei took a step forward.

With that step, the extraordinary began to unfold.

In the center of the courtyard, inside the white porcelain bowls placed on the ground, the calm surface of the water stirred from the center, creating ripples, one after another, at regular intervals.

The circular ripples passed through the bowl and vanished into the air.

At the same time, in the space between Zhao Lingfei and the others like Zhao Rong beside the stone table where there once was nothing, the air suddenly became thick.

Zhao Lingfei was like a figure of ice in molasses, as a human-shaped outline formed three inches around her body, rippling water barriers into existence.

Feeling the invisible force that was rejecting her and attempting subtly to twist her straight-forward steps, Zhao Lingfei’s autumn-water long eyes lightly narrowed. The Spiritual Energy in her body surged, torrenting back and forth in her extensive Eight Extraordinary Meridians and Twelve Meridians, reaching thousands of miles in an instant.

Inside her small world, the "Spiritual Energy Great River" washed the "Meridians River" causing countless waves to rise and break against the banks, shooting up to the skies.

Above in the Heart Lake, within the Lotus Pond, Qinglian blossomed slightly as the Flying Sword Qingmei, with a sound of sword cry, echoed through the inner small world.

The snow-white waves that soared to the sea of clouds were the purest drops of Spiritual Energy. Amidst the sword cry, within each wavelet a shadowy Qingmei sword emerged.

Thousands of Qingmei swords, instead of following the raindrops falling with the clouds, burst forth in sword radiance, instantly rushing to the sky as if rain reversed its course toward heaven.

Piercing the dome, breaking through the body.

At the door of East Fence Small House, within Zhao Lingfei’s body, in an instant, an eruption of snow-white sword light occurred, her body surrounded by an intense Sword Qi.

The female Sword Cultivator’s energy surged forth, challenging the might of the heavens.

The contour that had stood out within the "thick air" at a mere three fingers’ distance suddenly expanded three feet, as if magnifying several times over into the shape of a giant, each strand of Sword Qi becoming a green blade.

Next to the stone table, Yu Huaijin’s brow furrowed slightly, as she held back words she seemed to want to say.

But in the next second.

Zhao Lingfei took another step, and for some reason, this step covered most of the distance immediately, bringing her near the stone table.

In the center of the courtyard, the water surface in the white porcelain bowl, which had only been rippling slightly, suddenly burst into leaping droplets, the shallow red liquor agitating as if boiling water had been brought to a tumultuous boil.

Yu Huaijin didn’t like what was happening within her heart, and as her eyebrows relaxed, her form vanished from in front of the stone table and, in the next instant, appeared suddenly in the center of the courtyard with the white porcelain bowl already steadily held in her hand.

Yu Huaijin looked down at the water surface in the bowl and softly exhaled:

"The lake gleams with the light of the autumn moon, yet the surface is still, the mirror unpolished."

The words followed with the casting of the spell.

A line of poetry, exactly the one she had murmured, appeared out of thin air above the white porcelain bowl.

This neatly arranged line of verse then, like pearls stripped of their strings, scattered, word by word, falling into the bowl.

Ding-ding-dang-dang————

Large and small beads fell upon the jade plate.

The water, which had been boiling and tumbling just a moment ago, calmed at once as the last "pearl" dipped below the surface.

The bowl now reflected the shimmering lake light, and an autumn moon appeared.

It is said that Confucian cultivators can extract lines from poetry or classics that please the heart, plucking them with a single hand and nurturing them within the vast microcosm inside their body.

Yu Huaijin, holding the bowl with an "autumn moon" inside, raised her head, her gaze as tranquil as Ping Lake, looking towards Zhao Lingfei.

To anyone’s surprise, Zhao Lingfei had somehow shrunken down to the front of the courtyard gate without advancing a single step.

As if she had hit a ghost wall, just like Zhao Rong had once experienced.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Lingfei’s lips curled into a slight smile. She tilted her head and lifted her hand, extending her slender fingers to gently tap the tassel that lightly swung at the end of the Step-shaking hairpin tangled in her black hair.

The serenity that had been swinging like a swing suddenly exploded.

A surge of Purple Energy instantly filled the entire East Fence Small House.

The entire perimeter of the Ritual Formation was enveloped and surrounded by the Purple Energy.

If one were to look down from the sky at this moment, they would see that on the land below, a corner of the Southern Garden Academy had taken on the shape of a purple half-sphere.

The Purple Energy lay quietly over the half-spherical great formation protecting the East Fence Small House, showing no sign of movement or turbulence.

Inside the East Fence Small House, Yu Huaijin looked up to see the deep purple clouds that blocked out the sky and the sun, her eyes widening slightly.

She turned abruptly, bowl in hand, facing north, ready to bow respectfully.

Just as she was preparing to bow, at a certain spot above the half-spherical barrier, the previously tranquil Purple Energy began to flow subtly, creating a small, barely noticeable swirl.

Zhao Lingfei’s mind shifted, and her eyes chilled, the Handleless Small Sword leaped and suddenly appeared beside her.

It leaped again.

In an instant, it reached the breach.

Another leap.

Ding————!

An odd ringing sound emitted from no discernible origin.

As if an impeccable silver mirror had been gently tapped by a sharp awl.

Following that crisp sound.

An eerie silence fell inside and outside the East Fence Small House.

In a short while, the Purple Energy gradually dispersed.

Without a glance, Zhao Lingfei, with her lunch box in hand, directly stepped forward, taking the third step into the residence for the day.

She had arrived right beside Zhao Rong.

The Step-shaking hairpin in her hair, with its dangling purple tassel, was still present, swaying undisturbed as she continued her swing.

Zhao Lingfei tilted her head to look at Yu Huaijin.

There was the solemn woman, gazing downward, the white porcelain bowl now shattered, her hands as if cupping water, an "autumn moon" resting in her palm.