My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 389 - 282: Grain and Purple Clothes

Chapter 389: Chapter 282: Grain and Purple Clothes

At this moment, outside the library, the flow of time seemed to slow by a beat.

Time passed extremely slowly.

On a certain floor of the library, several window doors were gently pushed open one after another.

Outside the building, the steps of scholars and students, along with the people from Shuaixing Hall, all stopped, their expressions frozen at the previous moment.

In Zhao Rong’s eyes reflected that sword, straight and unyielding, rebellious and wild.

Suddenly, he thought of someone who was still lazing about in bed.

Zhao Rong had just experienced that dream of a past life when the two had barely gotten to know each other.

Gui had arrogantly declared.

Its past sword would kill anyone in its way, divine beings or mortals alike, and if even the heavens dared to obstruct it, it would shatter the skies of the Nine Heavens.

Gui would also often boastfully tell him.

This was the Sword Cultivator’s Sword Heart, pure as crystal, embodying great courage that charges forward, the vast Tranquility that sings across the Nine Heavens, and the sheer joy of roaming the universe.

All the mundane matters of the world can be settled with a single sword strike.

However, no matter how enticing Gui made it sound, Zhao Rong always felt... wasn’t this just being a teenager?

It’s that stage that everyone goes through, where one feels able to crush the heavens and the earth, only to later realize that the one being crushed against the ground all along was oneself.

But it seemed that Sword Cultivators didn’t just entertain these thoughts; they dared to actually act on them.

When facing any displeasing affair, they would deliver a sword strike.

A single sword strike.

Another sword strike.

Until one day, the sword broke, and with it, the Sword Cultivator perished.

But the ’teenage’ Sword Dao that Gui spoke of persisted, and those who came after continued in the same vein...

So from that time on, although Zhao Rong still often verbally sparred with Gui, he began to form a rough mental image of the once proud and somewhat haughty Sword Spirit’s appearance and bearing.

Rebellious and unbridled, with a sharp and imposing aura.

A sword without a scabbard.

And now, Zhao Rong’s gaze fell on the seemingly fragile and diminutive Purple Sword, ’fiercely’ charging forward toward the perilous heights of the hundred-foot-high tower, and its shadow overlapped somewhat with that of the unscabbarded sword.

He suddenly became very curious about how Gui would react to seeing a similarly defiant sword.

To spar with swords?

Uh, the camaraderie between Sword Cultivators should count for that.

Unclear, but maybe he could ask Gui or Qing Jun someday...

At this very instant, everyone present had their hearts tied to the unruly and slender Purple Sword, which had grabbed everyone’s attention the moment it appeared.

This was also true for Sima Duyi.

Even earlier, before Li Xueyou had opened that ordinary-looking envelope, his gaze had not once left it.

Sima Duyi stood still, his hands hanging by his side, tilting his head to look at the ’wild’ Flying Sword.

After this straight ’line of purple’ emerged, his gaze hadn’t shifted.

Even as it collided with the library, Sima Duyi had no particular reaction, as if it were... expected.

However, when that daoist old man clad in black, with white eyebrows appeared, scolding it for ’making a fuss.’

His eyelids slightly lifted.

All that had just happened in the blink of an eye.

Now, seeing that round of purple sun rise to become a straight line, everyone’s hearts tightened, and in this critical moment, the cold-eyed young man turned to Li Xueyou, his lips slightly moving.

The place remained silent without a sound from him, as if he passed a message to the woman beside him.

The woman, who was originally stomping in panic and staring helplessly, suddenly snapped to full alert.

In front of the library, the defiant sword hung in the air as a thin line, poised to stretch out any second.

"Come back, come back!"

The woman’s urgent voice echoed throughout the venue.

The straight ’line of purple’ didn’t stir, but it also did not extend further, momentarily frozen in place.

"Gui, come back quickly."

Li Xueyou’s eyes were filled with urgency as she shouted to it.

The straight ’purple line’ quivered slightly, leaving its original heartstrings-tugging stance and drew another circle in the air.

But the tip of the sword no longer pointed at anyone; instead, it pointed downwards as the flying sword stood upright in the air.

All those present touched their foreheads and wiped off the sweat before they turned to look at Li Xueyou.

However, the old man in black with white eyebrows continued to stare at this presumptuous ’little one’.

In that moment, it seemed that her words actually had some effect, and Li Xueyou breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then, she quickly bowed her head and opened the cosmos-containing purse in both hands. She gestured to the straight ’purple line’ in the distance, hesitated, and eventually whispered softly:

"Gui, come inside."

Her voice was tender, and her expression weak, like she was gently coaxing a child.

The straight ’purple line’ released a burst of restrained purple energy, transforming back into a tiny, delicate miniature purple sword. Called by Li Xueyou, it circled once more in the air, took a turn, and flew toward her.

Li Xueyou’s eyes brightened, her expression joyful, but in the blink of an eye, her smile froze.

Whoosh——!

The delicate purple sword, which had been at a distance from the library, made a sudden sharp turn and charged back like a cavalry lance, relentlessly crashing towards the library.

Within the air, a long purple line seemed as if it was drawn straight by someone’s hand. The ’purple line’ stretched all the way to the library’s structure and shot into the sea of countless characters!

This abrupt and straight descent occurred before anyone on the scene had time to react...and then the two collided.

But!

The collision sound that everyone feared did not come.

The flying sword, seemingly called ’Gui,’ appeared to have entered the sea of words.

Gui into the vast ocean.

Without a hint of disturbance, it simply vanished, as if a clay ox had disappeared into the sea.

Li Xueyou’s dimples faded, leaving her dumbfounded.

Everyone paused, their expressions turning to astonishment.

Zhao Rong frowned, and promptly turned his head to look at the old man in black with white hair. While the others were stunned, the old man was watching calmly towards the other side of the library.

He followed the old man’s gaze.

It was the opposite side of the library where Gui collided, and currently... a straight ’purple line’ hung silently in the air.

The library was still undamaged.

It had seemingly passed directly through the library.

At that moment, apart from the old man with white eyebrows and Zhao Rong,

Sima Duyi and some Confucian scholars among the bystanders were all looking at the feint made by ’Gui’.

Suddenly, everyone began to realize what had happened, and their eyes followed suit.

Li Xueyou, who had been silly just a moment before, now slumped her shoulders and let out a long sigh.

The young lady, usually gentle and soft-spoken to everyone, was now unprecedentedly frowning with her Liu Mei inverted.

Outside, on the third floor of the library, a purple line-shaped Gui was cheerfully circling in the air. Then, as if flaunting its prowess, it pointed its blade toward the old man, as if in a challenging posture.

Zhao Rong was looking thoughtful; although there had been an apparent collision just before, this peculiar flying sword was perfectly intact after passing through.

The library seemed fine as well, with no signs of disturbance in the lines of the Confucian Classics on the stairs.

Was this due to the library’s protective Array, or was it... Gui’s innate divine ability?

In the face of the little one’s challenge, the old man with white eyebrows did not even lift an eyelid.

Regarding this Class A flying sword that had appeared suddenly, the old man recognized it, not because he had seen it before, though he had heard of it. His recognition wasn’t even based on the sword’s divine skills, but on its...

Bold and unrestrained aura, its disdainful posture, its untamable wildness.

It was almost exactly like the descriptions in the rumors, furthermore, the old man felt it even exceeded them.

Among those on Wangque Continent who recognized such an attitude, there were few, but if one had visited the Southern Tranquility State a few times, then...they would have no choice but to recognize it.

In Southern Tranquility State, this kind of ’indomitable defiance’ in a sword often accompanied the appearance of a figure in purple robes.

And now... the sword had arrived.

The old man’s white eyebrows twitched.