My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 295 - 230: Husband Sings, Wife Follows

Chapter 295: Chapter 230: Husband Sings, Wife Follows

Zhao Rong had not anticipated the battle would end so soon.

Just a second ago, he had been worried that Qing Jun and Yu Huaijin would lose their cool, leading to an uncontrollable situation, and he was almost blurting out, "Stop, stop fighting, don’t fight anymore, please stop..."

But then.

Without even blinking a few times, it was over?

The refreshing scent of jasmine from Qing Jun infiltrated his nostrils, and Zhao Rong slowly turned his head, staring blankly at his own wife.

Sensing Zhao Rong’s confusion, a snicker from Gui came along.

"Did you think that a duel between cultivators on the mountain would be like a scuffle between hooligans down below, going back and forth, hard to separate? Or perhaps, Zhao Rong, deep down you’d relish the thought of these two paragons fighting over you, entangling like fishwives from the mortal world, tearing at clothes and scratching faces, for your viewing pleasure and to swell your vanity?"

Zhao Rong replied in annoyance, "I didn’t, stop talking nonsense."

He paused, then added another line, "What’s there to look at with Yu Huaijin, it’s my wife who’d be at a disadvantage."

Gui tsk-tsked twice, with a languid tone, "But this fight really did end somewhat unsatisfactorily. It wasn’t compelling, ended too quickly, and I’m not talking about time here, but that neither of them gave their all. Breaking a formation and briefly determining who was superior before concluding, well, after all, they are at the Academy, and right now there must be a few teachers watching us."

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and still asked with a hint of uncertainty, "Little Gui, how did this fight end? I still didn’t see clearly, um, Qing Jun won, right?"

"Dead Zhao Rong, you want to repeat that? You really think I have no way of dealing with you?"

"What can you do to me? Are you going to devour your master? Little Gui, if you dare, don’t just yell across the Heart Lake, show me some real skills."

Gui said faintly, "I can beat you up in your dreams."

Zhao Rong: "......"

Zhao Rong blinked and said earnestly, "Don’t come, I’m afraid of seeing you, it’d be a nightmare."

Gui agreed on this point, "That’s right, I’m also afraid of having nightmares."

After speaking, tranquility descended for a moment between the two, above the Heart Lake.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but say, "Can you really see me in your dreams? How about we meet..."

"It’s normal that this fight ended quickly, you’d be surprised if you could understand it now."

Without even thinking, Gui interrupted his request for a "face-to-face meeting".

It paused, then patiently continued to explain to him in response to his earlier question:

"Your wife and Yu Huaijin were only dueling just now, not fighting for life and death, which would require using every tactic at their disposal. Besides, although it was their first encounter, both women are not ordinary. They had an understanding and were trying to figure out whether or not this Ritual Formation could be broken, how many sword strikes would break it, whether brute force or cunning was necessary..."

Zhao Rong was somewhat tongue-tied, issuing a lamentation of a layman, "Is this the world of geniuses then, where so much sophistication and tacit understanding even go into a fight... So, did Qing Jun win?"

Seeing the topic circle back, Gui coughed and slowly began:

"Your wife had a slight edge. She is a Sword Cultivator, straightforward without any fancy tricks. No matter if you have tens of thousands of exquisite magics, Magical Treasures, or curious arrays, I’ll break them with a single sword. Moreover, your wife is a rarity who ’fights’ well. She’s pure in the way of the sword but not rigidly adherent to it, understanding how to adapt. Lingfei has already refined the Pure Purple Energy you gave her into her Lifebound Artifact. Just in the blink of an eye, she cleverly utilized the Pure Purple Energy to locate a breach in this Ritual Formation, a point where the energy was vulnerable. You should know that this weak spot changes in the blink of an eye, and Lingfei captured that moment, delivering a light sword strike, and looking at it now..."

Gui glanced out from within the center of Zhao Rong’s brow chakra to a certain direction outside, where a stern woman emotionlessly put away the "autumn moon" in her palm, transformed from the incomplete line of poetry "Both lake and autumn moon share a certain harmony, on the still water surface, the unpolished mirror shows no motion."

The "autumn moon," with its golden hue, seemed unchanged, showing no signs of the waxing and waning that would indicate a breach, but the white porcelain bowl had already vanished without a trace.

However, Gui knew that the ordinary white porcelain bowl was simply shattered perfectly to dust.

It withdrew its gaze, its tone a bit mocking, "Looking at it now, the force behind that sword strike was just right, neither too much nor too little. Zhao Rong, you are truly fortunate, wronged and yet both mother and daughter took up arms to seek justice for you."

"Nevertheless, Yu Huaijin is also no ordinary person. It seems that she created this Ritual Formation after entering, adapting to the circumstances, off the cuff, with the original intention just to trap you and Fan Yushu, both without Spiritual Energy Cultivation. It was within expectations for her to lose,"

"but who knows whether Yu Huaijin still has other tactics up her sleeve. As long as it’s not some exceedingly rare secret technique or magic, or a high-grade Cultivation Technique, she probably won’t stand a chance against your wife. Although both are female cultivators of the same age and Cultivation Realm, one is a Daoist Cultivator, and the other is a Sword Cultivator, with the latter possessing a Class A Flying Sword..."

At this point, Gui couldn’t help but take a good look at Lingfei, who was standing at Zhao Rong’s side, a step ahead, protecting him behind her. It fell silent for a while, then as if recalling something, suddenly spoke earnestly, "Zhao Rong, perhaps you shouldn’t bring calamity upon Lingfei. Let her be, her path in the Great Dao is a long one. A Sword Cultivator is meant to enjoy Tranquility, unburdened."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong doubted this Sword Spirit belonged to someone else’s family. He replied gruffly, "If I don’t want Qing Jun, should I spend my lifetime with you instead?"