My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 480 - 325: Wow, what a brave wife! (Thanks to our brother ’流觞曲中生’ for the alliance leader’s reward!)

Chapter 480: Chapter 325: Wow, what a brave wife! (Thanks to our brother ’流觞曲中生’ for the alliance leader’s reward!)

In the woods and the clearing, the students of Taiching Prefecture fell silent upon hearing the words, none responding.

Some students slowly shook their heads, some remained noncommittal, and some even laughed.

Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er were among those who remained utterly still.

Toward the newly arrived Daoist teacher at the academy and the Mountain Master of Linlu Academy’s mutual ridicule, they remained aloof.

The latter had rarely appeared to teach at the academy nowadays, only occasionally visiting the Taiching Four Mansions to lecture the students of the three mansions other than Fu Yao Mansion.

The clash between Daoism and Confucianism over the Great Dao was even more perilous than any dispute over a mere path.

Zhao Rong knew that Confucian scholars might step aside at the foot of Book Mountain to let passersby through but would never concede even a single step to Daoists on the Great Dao.

"After ’propriety’, comes ’law’?"

Tao Yuanran said with a smile, "Is not the ’Xuan Emperor’s Law’ sufficient for the realm? What next, should another ’Jiang Taiching’ appear, should we establish more foundations for the Human Clan, support more indomitable electoral families, and set more rules?"

Jiang Taiching, the second Great Emperor of the Human Clan, greatly revised and even expanded the Human Clan’s Supreme Law ’Xuan Emperor’s Law’ after declaring himself emperor, establishing many rites for the human race.

Today, if the broad framework of ’Xuan Emperor’s Law’ was set by Emperor Xuan, then most of its detailed rules and content were developed by Sovereign Jiang Taiching.

Over ten thousand years, Jiang Taiching’s historical evaluation within the annals of the Xuanhuang Human Clan could match that of the first Emperor Xuan himself.

However, the public opinion among the scholars of the Hundred Schools, and even among the younger generation of Sword Cultivators, was quite mixed.

Because he was both a Sword Cultivator and a Confucian Scholar.

How could one attain Tranquility?

At this moment, Tao Yuanran said with a smile:

"This old man thinks that you Sword Cultivators need not draw your swords anymore. Let the four great foundations gather the weapons of the myriad races once more, forge a few Xuan Furnaces, subdue the Nine Provinces, add more weight to this realm with the Xuan Furnaces alongside penal laws. The Seventh Realm for Sword Cultivators need not be called ’Tranquility’ anymore, it shall be renamed ’Square Inch."

’Tranquility’ in ancient language is ’Tranquility,’ a term dearly beloved by a Daoist Saint, gifted to the forebearers of the Sword Cultivators.

Later on, the term Tranquility also became synonymous with the Seventh Realm of Sword Cultivators, as well as with the name of the southernmost continent.

As for ’Square Inch.’

No longer Tranquil, confined within square inches, drawing boundaries for oneself.

Zhao Rong remembered that several months ago, during a casual conversation with Gui.

He had curiously asked, "The Seventh Realm of Sword Cultivation is called Tranquility, but what kind of Tranquility is it?"

Gui replied, "Tranquility my ass."

It then added with a curl of its lip.

"The deeds of Jiang Taiching ensure that the Seventh Realm Cultivators are anything but tranquil. You want Tranquility? Fine, behind that gate guarded by the head of your Zhao Family lies Tranquility, go search behind the gate. Or take another electoral duke’s sealed gate, behind which lies the starry sky..."

At this moment, in the face of Tao Yuanran’s sarcastic remarks, none of the students present were foolish enough to respond.

However, many Sword Cultivators from Tranquility Mansion furrowed their brows.

The old teacher’s words were indeed quite impolite.

The rivalry between Daoism and Confucianism, has long been a ’path conflict’ on the mountain.

Among the three prominent schools of the Hundred Schools, Dao, Confucian, and Mo.

The Mo Family fared somewhat better, speaking less and acting more, keeping a low profile.

But the former two.

Daoists talk a lot but do little, embodying inaction.

Confucians talk a lot and do a lot, embodying action.

Both love to discuss philosophies of action and inaction, leading to irreconcilable disputes between the two.

And both schools are not forces to be trifled with.

Though Daoists pursue a philosophy of purity and inaction, their teachings are deeply intertwined with the Cultivator realms like Golden Core and Nascent Soul.

Many of the mountain’s Cultivation Techniques relate to Daoism.

Thus, they naturally have many ’disciples’ and are favored by many Immortal Sects.

As for the Confucians, not to mention that the first Realm upon ascending the mountain is named Vast Realm by the Confucians.

The pain delivered by the boards of those genteel, mild-mannered teachers and masters is something those on the mountain have rich experience of, and are well-suited to discuss.

Thus, unless one is certain of following the path of these two schools, it’s better not to be hasty in choosing sides.

As for Zhao Rong, who had been quietly listening all this while.

At this moment, he calmly shifted his gaze, scanning the surroundings.

Most of the students outside the nearby pavilion had their backs to him, none turned around; it seemed they hadn’t particularly noticed the newcomer’s arrival.

But this did not surprise Zhao Rong.

Because as far as he knew, although the atmosphere within Taiching Prefecture was internally tense yet externally relaxed, this ’externally relaxed’ atmosphere was even more pronounced than it appeared at Linlu Academy.

For instance, Zhao Rong was currently moving freely within the external premises of Tranquility Mansion as a student from Mochi.

And teachings by teachers like Tao Yuanran and Great Cultivators were open to all students to join midway, without restrictions.

Well, except for teachings like the secrets of the Golden Core Great Dao, which were probably given privately to specifically talented students within the mansion.

However, this scene clearly did not belong to those categories, but more like a spontaneous sit-and-discuss Daoism.

At this moment, besides the residence students sitting and listening to the lecture in the open area of the pavilion,

In the distant bamboo forest, there were also a sparse number of residence students either quietly listening with their swords hugged, leaning against bamboo with eyes closed, or squinting into the distance.

The variety was plentiful.

Zhao Rong was among them, yet he did not attract much attention.

He was not like his wife and Qian’er, who were the focus of everyone’s attention.

With this thought, Zhao Rong smiled, turning his head to look at the pleasing scene added to the bamboo forest not far away.

Ah, from this angle, Qing Jun’s waist does really seem very slender.

At this moment, Tao Yuanran continued to expound on the Daoist principle of non-action.

Zhao Rong, while being ’scolded,’ reflected in his eyes the graceful figures of Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er.

He remained silent and calm.

He had come to consult his wife about descending the mountain, not to pick a fight with anyone.

Moreover, some of the words Tao Yuanran used to denounce Confucianism were things Zhao Rong saw as neither here nor there, even quite interesting.

By the way, I wonder if Qing Jun and Qian’er understand what this Daoist gentleman is talking about?

Are they just blankly daydreaming while pretending to fly a sword?

The way they are attending the lecture looks quite proper; they just lacked linking their little hands and clasping them behind their backs.

But luckily, Zhao Rong understood them well.

He knew that these two childhood friends had all their skill points invested in cultivation talent, charm, and jealousy; oh yes, Qing Jun was surely a woman of destiny with nearly full luck attributes.

Because, unexpectedly, here was he, their superfluous son-in-law...

Zhao Rong thought shamelessly to himself as he stepped forward, moving a few steps closer.

Planning to get even closer and find a place in the back row to sit and wait for Qing Jun to ’finish school.’

But the next second, he suddenly halted his steps, then without a second thought, withdrew them, turning around prepared to leave.

For, in the last row, he had noticed a somewhat familiar female figure wearing Taiyi Mansion residence student’s attire.

It was that Taiyi Mansion fairy named Liu Kongyi from last time!

Previously, she seemed to always want to offer Zhao Rong, her ’teacher by one word,’ a cup of tea, and during his time in Taiching Prefecture, he had consistently avoided her.

Now, feeling a strong desire to survive, Zhao Rong turned around to walk back.

Speaking of which, wasn’t there always a fortunate Dragon Carp that liked to float and circle around Miss Liu?

How come it wasn’t seen this time?

He had just been too focused on Qing Jun and hadn’t noticed Liu Kongyi at first; careless, he decided to leave and wait for Qing Jun outside.

Just then,

Tao Yuanran suddenly spoke again, his tone for some reason carrying a hint of amusement.

"If another set of rites were to be established to enforce them forcibly, then what difference would there be between these Confucian scholars, who all preach moral goodness, and the openly evil Legalist officials?"

The scene grew even quieter; no one answered for a moment.

Zhao Rong paid even less attention and hurried on his way.

But the next moment, a very familiar female voice, clear and crisp, came from behind him.

"Mr. Tao, forgive me for disagreeing. Although Lingfei is ignorant, she still recognizes some simple truths. Like the Confucians who try their best to do something, even if it’s wrong, it’s still better than doing nothing at all."

Zhao Rong paused in his steps, and in his ears, her tone was as firm as cutting through iron.

He instantly turned around, raising an eyebrow.

He saw that Qing Jun and Qian’er, whom he thought were just idly sitting and facing away from him, had both stood up together.

After Qing Jun seriously issued her challenge, Qian’er was standing beside her, seriously nodding her head.

The two women stood smartly, attracting numerous surprised gazes.

They kept their gaze steady, facing the Daoist gentleman inside the pavilion.

The entire place fell deathly silent.

A short distance away, Zhao Rong slightly widened his eyes and inhaled sharply.

Phew, what courage, my wife!

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PS: Thanks to the ’流觞曲中生’ brother for the leader’s reward! Owe updates...

Err, and the owed updates from last time ’日韩精选洛国师’ brother.

Ah, I’m dead... (poor Little Rong wuwuwu...)

Can I repay it with my body? (whispers)