My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 332 - 248 Zhao Rong, Why Not Live Off Her?_3

Chapter 332: Chapter 248 Zhao Rong, Why Not Live Off Her?_3

Zhu Weirui took a few careful glances at the beaming man before her and returned the courtesy, "Indeed, I am the lady in question."

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at the surrounding mountains and forests and spoke loudly, "Teacher Zhu, I know where Lanzhou Crossing is. How about I take you there?"

Zhu Weirui nodded slowly, "Then I’ll have to trouble you, young master. Young master, you ..."

"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself, look at my memory." Just as Zhao Rong was about to step forward, he slapped his forehead, chuckled, shook his head, then turned to Zhu Weirui and said with enthusiasm:

"Teacher Zhu, my name is Lin Wenruo. I am a disciple of Teacher Yan Jidao."

Zhao Rong had an idea that might solve a problem once and for all, and he wanted to try it.

Upon hearing his words, Zhu Weirui’s bright willow-shaped eyes slightly widened as she looked him over carefully.

Zhao Rong paused, then turned around, puzzled, "What’s the matter, Teacher Zhu? Is there something wrong?"

Zhu Weirui’s eyebrows raised lightly, her lips pursed into a smile as she nodded, "So it is Teacher Yan, indeed."

"Is Teacher Zhu very familiar with my teacher?"

Zhu Weirui thought for a moment, then said earnestly, "I can’t say I’m very familiar with Teacher Yan, but ..."

"But what?"

Zhao Rong asked casually as he led Zhu Weirui to the left, entering a path lined with flower clusters, and laughed again, "Follow me, Teacher Zhu. Taking this little path will get us there quicker."

He knew the way very well and was leading her back the way they came by a shortcut, but he wasn’t really planning to return to class, even if the teacher he was supposed to skip was right by his side.

"Thank you for your effort, young master."

"It’s nothing, Teacher Zhu. There’s no need for formalities."

This shortcut through the flower path was one that Zhao Rong had taken before, where few people passed by and there weren’t many footprints. Although it was autumn, there were still plenty of seasonal flowers growing on both sides of the path and even in the middle of it.

Every time Zhu Weirui encountered a flower that blocked her path, she would step aside to avoid stepping on them. Seeing this, Zhao Rong also became more cautious and careful.

After Zhao Rong finished speaking...

Zhu Weirui tilted her head slightly, looking at him with an easy smile. Her lips curled up, following up on their previous conversation, "...However, among Teacher Yan’s disciples, there is one newly accepted disciple with whom I have long been spiritually acquainted."

Zhao Rong frowned, "A new disciple accepted by my teacher who has earned Teacher Zhu’s favorable regard? Whom are you referring to?"

"Zhao Ziyu."

Zhu Weirui, still looking at the flowers and grass on the path, seemingly lost in thought, smiled gently as she softly muttered this name, "His name is Zhao Ziyu."

"Ziyu?" Zhao Rong was taken aback, "So you were talking about Junior Brother Zhao."

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but glance at Zhu Weirui.

After taking a few steps to avoid some autumn chrysanthemums on the path, Zhu Weirui seemed to notice Zhao Rong’s gaze. She turned her head and smiled, "What’s the matter, young master? Are you familiar with Zhao Ziyu?"

Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment, then shook his head thoughtfully:

"Not very familiar, but I do know a bit about Junior Brother Zhao because... previously, we all lived in Taiching Prefecture with our teacher for a quite long time, so I saw him often and witnessed many things about him, alas."

He sighed softly and paused, seemingly giving the Confucian-robed lady, who was more fragrant than the flowers around with the orchid scent on her body, some time to ponder.

Zhao Rong glanced at her sideways and asked softly, "Teacher Zhu, do you really admire... ahem, have you long been spiritually acquainted with him?"

Zhu Weirui lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes. Her willow-shaped eyes were clear and unwavering.

She smiled with her lips slightly pursed but spoke seriously, "Yes, I have seen his writings. Mr. Zhao must be a remarkable man."

Zhao Rong kept his expression unchanged but thought to himself that it was as expected.

A mighty man, understood.

His expression changed, he took a sharp intake of breath, and stared at Zhu Weirui. There was something he seemed to want to say but hesitated.

Zhu Weirui was perceptive, "If young master has something to say, please feel free to speak."

Zhao Rong nodded and opened his mouth.

"Wait, don’t step on it!" Zhu Weirui suddenly cried out in a sharp voice.

Just as Zhao Rong was about to step on a solitary and delicate orchid in his path, his foot was already raised. In a moment of distraction, it came down...

Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui both stopped and stood silently.

The atmosphere between the two was somehow strange.

Zhao Rong’s eyes widened as he looked down at his foot that had stepped on the flower. No, it would be more accurate to say... the foot that had been pierced by the flower.

In front of him, the autumn orchid that should have been crushed into the mud was still perfectly intact.

It had pierced through Zhao Rong’s boot and continued blooming, swaying gently in the wind, with an elegant bearing, unchanged from before it was stepped on.

Zhao Rong was astonished. He shifted his foot and found it to be just fine; he didn’t feel any pain, and soon he realized that the orchid could be passed through by other objects, just like an illusionary projection.

"Young master, could you please move your foot? It cannot remain in void form for too long, as it’s not good for its future growth," Zhu Weirui’s voice rose from the side, carrying a hint of apology.

"Oh, alright." Zhao Rong came to his senses and moved his foot away.

Zhu Weirui walked over to the wild orchid, squatted down, and with narrowed almond-shaped eyes, began to inspect it closely.

Zhao Rong blinked and looked down at the woman protecting the orchid, then at his own foot.

"This is Transforming Reality into Illusion," Gui couldn’t help saying. "Cultivators’ first seven realms—Ascending, Fuyao, Vast, Heavenly Ambition, Golden Core, Half-step Nascent Soul, Nascent Soul—each has its name in the Seventh Realm. As I’ve told you before, the overall process is about transforming reality into illusion, and illusion into reality."

It glanced at the woman in the simple Confucian robe, squatting like an orchid on the ground, "Tch tch, judging from her move just now, Zhao young master’s admirer is at least a Half-step Nascent Soul Confucian Great Cultivator. Looking at her age, she’s probably not yet sixty years old. Not bad at all."

Zhao Rong listened silently.

Gui said excitedly, "Zhao Rong, why not live off her wealth?"

Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched, "Do I look like that kind of person to you?"

The Sword Spirit pondered carefully for a while and affirmed confidently, "There’s no need for me to judge; you inherently are that kind of person."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong fell silent for a moment, then glanced at Zhu Weirui, who was preparing to stand up. He nodded slightly and suddenly spoke up.

"Teacher Zhu."

"Hmm?"

"I have thought it through carefully and decided that there are some truths I must speak. I can’t keep them from you, teacher."

"Please speak, young master."

"Teacher Zhu, Junior Brother Zhao... he really likes living off women!"

Zhao Rong was nobly impartial, his integrity awe-inspiring.

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PS: Sorry to those good brothers waiting for an update...

5K1 characters, little Rong has finally finished, it’s already dawn, wuwuwu, off to sleep...