My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 527 - 348: The Cultivation of a Master

Chapter 527: Chapter 348: The Cultivation of a Master

At twilight, a faint moon lingered low on the eastern horizon.

Above Xingzi Town, thousands of miles high in the sky,

cloud sea airships, filled with moonlight, passed by the eastern horizon. The cultivators on board, leaning against the railings, looked down to see Xingzi Lake below, dotted with star-like lights that moved slowly, resembling a river of stars in the mortal world, similar to the fireflies in the forest.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the lit flat boats on the lake, and the brightly lit pavilions, gathered together, creating an illusion of stars falling into the lake.

Along the shores of Xingzi Lake, the ten-mile-long street gradually buzzed with activity as cultivators from hundreds of miles around began to converge here.

At this moment, at a corner of this lively waterfront street, Li Bai took over a three-foot-long blade.

He glanced at the sword scabbard which Zhao Rong had already firmly closed, nodded slightly, and embraced it in his arms again.

Li Bai looked at Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian’er who were huddled together.

Suddenly, he remembered the jar of daughter’s red wine he drank more than half a year ago, on the night of Zhao Rong and Lingfei’s wedding in Cheng’en Tower of Duke Mansion.

In fact, the daughter’s red that Li Bai buried when he first arrived at Duke Mansion seventeen years ago wasn’t supposed to be drunk at that time.

Because it wasn’t the right time.

It was just his greed for a taste.

However, it now seemed to be all the same, drinking that jar of daughter’s red.

Li Bai muttered to himself, then smiled and stepped forward.

Having returned the sword, Zhao Rong approached Zhao Qian’er and teased, "You came out early this time."

Zhao Qian’er shook her head, "This place seems lively, but it’s not even one ten-thousandth as exciting as Du You City. There’s nothing interesting in the shops; I finished looking quickly. However... there was one Flowing Immortal Dress that wasn’t bad."

She sneaked a glance at Zhao Rong.

What, shopping is boring? Then isn’t this place perfect?

Zhao Rong hadn’t noticed anything unusual and thought to himself, but aloud he said, "Oh, it’s okay. We’ll be returning to Du You City soon, and then you can shop and buy whatever you want."

Right then, he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at the candles that brightly illuminated Xingzi Lake, focusing on the largest pavilion.

If one looked from above, it appeared as the brightest star in the night sky.

In the night’s veil on the lake’s surface, the pavilion stood like a mountain range, staking its claim in the heart of Xingzi Lake.

The smaller boats and pavilions courteously made way for it.

Zhao Rong remarked with a smile, "Right, Brother Yiwu should have been waiting there for a while now, if we’re not continuing to stroll, then let’s go find him now."

Zhao Qian’er didn’t even glance towards Xingzi Lake; she just sweetly smiled, took hold of both sides of her dress’s hem, and spread out the pure white Flowing Immortal Dress she had just bought into a semi-circle shape.

"Rong’er, does it look good?" The little girl’s face was full of expectation.

She stood in front of Zhao Rong, lifting the hem of her new dress, and turned in place.

Zhao Rong, who had forgotten to pay attention to her new dress since Zhao Qian’er emerged, scolded himself for his oversight.

Then, his lips curled up, and he surveyed her with appreciation in his eyes.

What caught his eye then was the skirt’s beautiful pleats lifted by the evening breeze, matched with a few loose strands of hair falling from her coiled buns.

This little girl, trying to please with her appearance, although petite, was naturally slim and well-proportioned, a delicate beauty, and a perfect mannequin for clothes.

Her graceful, spirited posture and the skirt’s hem twisted elegantly as she spun on the tiptoes of her feet in the Flowing Immortal Dress.

She looked just like a fairy brimming with ethereal aura, attracting the attention of many passers-by around her.

However, before the admiration in the eyes of the onlookers had time to fade, their gaze shifted and landed on a surprisingly handsome young man standing beside the lovely fairy, as well as the Confucian-robed young man whom she was gazing up at with bright, expectant eyes.

Many eyes glanced over the Jade hanging at Zhao Rong’s waist.

All of this happened in just a few moments.

Soon the passer-by cultivators brushed past them, most of them with reluctant, envious looks in their eyes.

No one lingered.

Zhao Rong was about to follow his familiar routine and flatter little Qian’er when he was about to speak.

But at that moment, Li Bai’s expression suddenly changed.

He straightened up and took in a sharp breath.

"Sss, who is this fairy from? She’s so beautiful. Have my eyes deceived me again? Fairy, are you real or not? Don’t tell me you are the most beautiful woman in my Heart Lake manifested by some deity or demon from another world? It’s all over, I can’t fight this. Such an adorable and invincible fairy... I surrender!"

Zhao Rong, who had been about to speak, couldn’t help but glance sideways.

Zhao Qian’er, meanwhile, maintained her expression, holding her dress’s hem, looking up at Zhao Rong with sparkling eyes.

Her eyes, lightly tinted pink at the corners like peach blossoms, were filled with anticipation and the look of a certain someone’s expression.

She didn’t look at Uncle Li Bai, nor did she care about the passers-by nearby.

After all, being the center of attention when she was with the young lady was nothing new. She remembered that a passer-by who walked by them once ran into a flagpole at the roadside, probably because of poor eyesight.

Noticing that nobody was paying him any mind, Li Bai cleared his throat, looked around tactically, and tried to ease his embarrassment.

But soon after, he looked at Zhao Rong with a disgruntled face.

Entering his view was the little maid standing in front of Zhao Rong, her eyes not blinking, her little face on the verge of bursting with some expression. In the next second, it could either be joy or possibly disappointment and sorrow—all these emotions waiting for the appearance of a certain phrase.

Zhao Rong looked up and down at the little fairy for a few moments, then stroked his chin.

He glanced at Li Bai, annoyed that his lines of flattery had been stolen.

Zhao Rong wanted to praise little Qian’er as some fairy, or maybe a goddess? No, that didn’t seem right; at the moment, it sounded too fake.