My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 520 - 344 The Unknown Sword, The Unknown Destiny_3

Chapter 520: Chapter 344 The Unknown Sword, The Unknown Destiny_3

If one is already caught within a scheme, then which kind exactly am I embroiled in?

However, Zhao Rong ultimately didn’t speak up, for now was not the time to investigate these matters; after so many years of tranquility, there was no urgency to unravel the truth just yet.

The sword in his hand, engraved with only a single character and not from Tai Huan, eased his mind somewhat.

His thoughts were increasingly inclined towards the possibility that he and Qing Jun, Qian’er, might be mere stand-ins or targets for Zhao Qingyi.

If that were really the case...

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but sigh.

He remembered what Gui had said before: among the nine emperor-selecting nobles, Fu Yao’s power is among the top, with branches spread across the Nine Provinces, possessing vast influence.

But for now, this was the small Wangque Continent. He had no idea how the other eight continents were being arranged by the old retainers of those emperor-selecting noble houses of Fu Yao, or how much effort they had put into it.

And how many of the Zhao clan’s descendants had been sacrificed, with branch families either shattered or ’accidentally’ exterminated.

Just like last time when a branch of the Zhao clan in Zhi Shui Country was decimated by the Demon Flood Dragon, another genius of the Zhao clan from Wangque Continent, as renowned as Qing Jun, had fallen, and he wondered whether the Punishment Mansion had found the mastermind...

This was an enemy who could contend with the top emperor-selecting nobles of the Human Clan, and still remained hidden in the shadows...

At this moment, the setting sun receded from Zhao Rong’s body, with the lights from the shops nearby casting upon his chiseled side profile.

Zhao Rong silently traced the outline of the peculiar character on the blade, then slowly sheathed the sword with his right hand.

Noticing the scene ahead, Li Bai’s right eyebrow lifted slightly.

He folded his arms, turned his head to look at the faintly lit crescent in the eastern sky.

The swordless swordsman turned back, looking not at the Confucian Scholar who had ceased to admire his sword in the sunset, but gave a grin.

At that moment,

"Good sword," Zhao Rong suddenly nodded and exclaimed.

Without his sword, Li Bai habitually folded his arms, eyeing with interest the shops on the street that were gradually lighting up.

Hearing this, he couldn’t help but glance at Zhao Rong, raising his hand to pinch his slightly blue stubbled chin, analyzing,

"Never would’ve thought you had such good taste, lad. Not only are you good at appreciating women, but you’ve also got a knack for swords. This time you’re spot on."

Zhao Rong was examining the Three-foot Green Blade in his hands. At this, he looked up, frowning in thought.

He earnestly said, "Appreciating women? Hmm... In choosing a wife, I, Zhao Ziyu, must boast, I’ve never lost to anyone. The moment I first saw Qing Jun, I knew she was my destined partner."

His tone was grave, speaking as though it were a matter of fact.

Li Bai ground his teeth, "You have that kind of talent?"

Zhao Rong continued to blather, "In this humble life, I have three greatest joys: reading by the window on rainy nights, examining swords by lamplight, and admiring beauty under the moonlight."

Li Bai gave him a thumbs-up.

Zhao Rong suddenly looked up, "Uncle Bai, what’s the name of this sword?"

Li Bai looked around, "It’s written on the blade itself."

Zhao Rong frowned, "You recognize this character?"

Li Bai replied casually, "No, I don’t."

Zhao Rong was somewhat speechless, "Then how do you know it’s the name of the sword?"

Li Bai gave him a disparaging glance,

"Aren’t sword names written on blades in all those tales of knights? Isn’t that common knowledge? If you don’t even know that, how can you get by in this world? Too embarrassing, too embarrassing."

"However, I usually call it ’Three-foot’ since swords of this style are abundant in the market and are collectively referred to as Three-foot Swords. So, I call it Three-foot, a good name."

Three-foot Green Blade, Three-foot? That seemed rather casual.

Zhao Rong chuckled.

Li Bai suddenly asked curiously, "Your talent for appreciating women is really that good?"

Zhao Rong replied knowingly, "Can’t stand the loneliness and want to find a wife now? It turns out even a master gets lonely."

Li Bai shook his head, "No, just curious. Have Qian’er take a look, see who can match that girl?"

Zhao Rong went silent for less than a breath, then set his face in a stern expression, assuring,

"Qian’er is so delightful that of course she will find an exceptionally fine husband who will make her wholeheartedly happy — isn’t that a matter of course? Uncle Bai, there’s something off about your thinking."

Li Bai: "..."

After speaking such conciliatory words, Zhao Rong saw that Li Bai remained silent, muttered "as expected" to himself, then turned around nonchalantly, only to see the young girl had already finished shopping and was squinting at them from not far behind.

Thinking of tricking me? No chance!

Zhao Rong immediately tossed back the Three-foot Sword and walked toward Zhao Qian’er...