My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 582 - 372 You Are My Destiny (Part 1)

Chapter 582: Chapter 372 You Are My Destiny (Part 1)

If asked, what words spoken from the lips of a stunningly beautiful girl could silence an entire room,

then "You resemble my dream lover" would definitely rank among the top few.

What selecting a suitor through poetry had clearly been an implicit arrangement... Gu Yiwu was suddenly overwhelmed with melancholy as he finally came to understand the true nature of how the real world works.

A certain maid holding a teapot, who was nonchalant just a second ago, in the next moment, her calm demeanor wavered as the still water in her teapot rippled, and her small face became alert... Hmm, I’ve always been reassured about Rong’er, allowing him to be outside, so long as no other woman initiates contact, it’s almost impossible to notice his good qualities, but now...

There was actually a third woman who regarded him as her dream lover!

Zhao Qian’er’s peach blossom eyes gradually narrowed, sizing up the ’Divine Furnace’ whom she had previously thought she could easily train and control, reassessing it once more.

At the same time, her little head couldn’t help but become wildly imaginative... Hmm, does she also have thoughts about the dream lover... Uh, did she do strange things to Rong’er in her dreams? Yes, it must have been her shamelessly taking the initiative, not like herself and Miss in their dreams, where it’s always Rong’er who initiates and bullies them...

While the maid was deep in thought, not far away, the Spirit Vanity Young Master’s flying sword, three feet above his head, wobbled precariously as if it might fall at any moment.

Scaring the latter into wails and pleas for mercy.

But at this moment inside the grand hall, no one paid him any heed, their gazes unable to resist carefully observing someone’s face.

At the table, Luo Xiu was well-behaved and quiet, continuing to serve food to the man she seemed to think of day and night, her dream lover.

Zhao Rong blinked twice... how could he be so embarrassed?

Facing countless stares, he shyly smiled at everyone, then composed and at ease, he nodded slightly.

"Miss, I understand your feelings, but... propriety should not be forgotten even in dreams."

Zhao Rong sighed. This Red-clothed Fairy was great in every aspect, except that she was too honest and straightforward when she spoke, daring to voice out loud truths.

He didn’t even dare to ask about the details of Luo Xiu’s dreams, such a pity.

Zhao Rong had decided that morning when he looked into the mirror that his assessment was judicious. Qian’er still chuckled at his vanity, the naive girl not understanding what it meant to be a gentleman bathed in the spring breeze...

At this time, the stunningly beautiful girl in front of Zhao Rong lowered her eyelids, speaking in a soft and tender voice, "Young Master, do you even want to control Xiu’er’s dreams? That’s really overbearing."

With that, she picked up another piece of food, gently held it aloft, and smiling faintly, brought it to his mouth.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and finally lifted his hand, taking the chopsticks himself and eating the morsel of food.

Luo Xiu smiled softly and, taking the opportunity, bent her jade leg and sat on Zhao Rong’s right thigh, this side leaning against the table, to conveniently serve him.

She picked up a porcelain bowl, taking over the task from Zhao Qian’er, and continued to serve Zhao Rong with docile and clever grace.

Having already eaten a mouthful of food from the ’Fairy’s little fangirl’, Zhao Rong’s expression hesitated slightly. Now, to directly kick her off might seem a bit too harsh and hurt the young lady’s pride; after all, she had approached him with such a lowered stance.

Indeed, once you make an exception for the persuasive soft words of a stunning beauty, a second time would follow, the boundaries being pushed further and further, becoming more intense, more forceful...

The favor of a beauty is hardest to bear.

Zhao Rong was experiencing an odd sort of trouble.

Then, the face of a certain maid gradually turned stern.

Well, she might not know herself, since things were progressing in the direction she and Rong’er had talked about. Perhaps the maid was simply feeling that the hall was too noisy, and not because of a certain stinking trotter that had slipped into another girl’s dreams.

The hall experienced a brief quiet, naturally amidst some howling.

Zhao Qian’er suddenly tilted her head, kindly suggesting, "Stop yelling."

The Spirit Vanity Young Master, who had been wailing earnestly, felt his hairs stand on end. The indifferent glance from the lovely girl in the distance made him feel she would really bring the sword down on him.

The Spirit Vanity Young Master immediately gritted his teeth and shut up, covering his mouth with his hands.

Suppressing his voice, only faint whimpers leaked from between his teeth and lips.

Zhao Qian’er listened intently for a moment, and seemingly satisfied, she nodded her head.

Just as the Spirit Vanity Young Master let half a breath of relief escape him, in an instant, the flying sword hovering above his head dropped.

Its tip aiming straight for the head below.

Thud—

"Ahhh!!!"

The Spirit Vanity Young Master showcased his talent for screaming monosyllables, his cry sharp and full of three parts unwillingness and seven parts despair. However, the very next second, the sound abruptly stopped.

In the view of the audience, the transparent, tea-scented flying sword turned back into a pool of cold tea as it came in contact with the Spirit Vanity Young Master’s head, drenching him thoroughly, leaving him as bedraggled as a drenched chicken.

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Zhao Qian’er turned around to head back.

The Spirit Vanity Young Master, in a daze, patted his intact head, gasping deeply. Seeing that someone had considered him insignificant, he scurried back to his followers, hiding behind the tallest and most robust one.

The Spirit Vanity Young Master gasped three deep breaths, his pale lips quivering as if his teeth chattered out a few syllables.

"Ah-Gray, Ah-Gray... call someone... call someone! Quick!"

Looking for someone, huh?

Can’t stand the play, is that it?

Zhao Rong turned his head with a smile to look.

Zhao Qian’er also paused in her steps, placing the teapot carefully on a nearby table before turning back.

"Stop!"

Just then, a cold, clear female voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

Echoing.

Zhao Rong and the others had never heard this voice before.

However, Shen Xu, the son of a God who was currently pulling a tall attendant and loudly "calling for people", was immediately filled with ecstatic joy, and the surrounding attendants and guards, who had originally looked troubled, suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

A small commotion broke out among the crowd as everyone turned to look in a certain direction.

This unfamiliar female voice did not belong to anyone in the first-floor hall, but rather... came from a private room on the third floor.

Who was this sacred figure?

Everyone exchanged glances.

Zhao Rong chuckled softly, his gaze surveying the few private rooms on the third floor.

Their balconies allowed those inside to look out and see the entire first-floor hall, but from the outside, all was obscured, similar to a kind of glass from Zhao Rong’s previous life.

In the extremely quiet hall, two sets of footsteps that seemed to be descending the stairs were especially clear, growing louder and closer, from low to high.

Obviously, they belonged to the person who had just spoken.

Zhao Rong’s expression changed subtly; his memory was exceptional, and he had a deep impression of others’ footsteps and rhythms. And now, these footsteps... sounded somewhat familiar.

At this moment, a man who seemed determined to play the villain to the end started laughing maniacally.

"Hahaha... you’re finished, you’re all finished, daring to provoke our Ziwei Pavilion, you’re seeking death! Think you’re great just because you have a Flying Sword? Sister Su will capture you all in a while and throw you into Xingzi Lake to feed the fish!"

Sister Su? Ziwei Pavilion?

Zhao Rong’s eyebrows lifted, and he exchanged a glance with Zhao Qian’er. But in the next second, the footsteps descending the stairway abruptly stopped.

Two female figures appeared at the top of the stairs.

The woman in the lead, dressed in a black pleated gown with fluttering ribbons, was young.

Her bearing was aloof and stunningly beautiful, her skin creamy like milk, her long black hair flowing freely.

She exuded a powerful aura.

Following her was a woman dressed in red, the same Red-clothed Maid who had been following Su Qingdai.

The steps of these two women paused at the top of the stairs as they seemingly scanned the silent and still hall.

In the face of all the gazes cast upon them, Su Qingdai lifted her chin slightly, looking forward as she spoke again in that icy tone.

"I said stop."

Her voice was cold and clear, unmistakably that of the person who had spoken earlier.

When the crowd saw the aloof young woman’s attire and appearance clearly, they couldn’t help but stir with murmurs.

"It’s Ziwei Pavilion’s Su Qingdai! Why is she here too?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Wasn’t it said that something happened to the Su family recently, something involving a Martial Artist from the west..."

"Oh, it’s her. She’s known for her haughtiness and difficulty in speaking, and reportedly, Fairy Su dislikes men and rarely gives them a pleasant look..."

"Now that she’s here... with her son from Ziwei Pavilion being treated like this, she probably couldn’t stand by... haha, looks like there’s going to be a big scene tonight."

The expressions of the crowd varied.

Upon hearing these words, Gu Yiwu’s thick brows furrowed. This was Su Qingdai? He had just mentioned this woman to Ziyu, and now she had appeared.

He felt somewhat troubled and vexed; dealing with Shen Xu was one thing, but Ziwei Pavilion would likely drop the matter once they knew their identities. They wouldn’t be foolish enough to offend the Academy over a good-for-nothing.

However, running into Fairy Su of Ziwei Pavilion, it was clear she was a haughty and arrogant woman, and he feared her impulsive nature might lead to direct conflict without weighing the consequences.

This kind of thing often happened to fairies and prodigies who were pampered and exalted by sects and Cultivators down the mountain in ’lesser places’ outside of Du You City.

To put it nicely, they were unbending; to put it crudely, arrogantly brainless.

If his group were to have a serious quarrel with Fairy Su, even if they managed to discipline her... in the end, it could be more problematic than Shen Xu, after all, ruining someone the sect viewed as a beacon of hope with great potential. The mindset of these ’geniuses’ in Cultivation was crucial; they could easily become disheartened...

The robust Confucian Scholar couldn’t help but look at Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian’er, wanting to consult with Ziyu on how to handle the situation, while also signaling for them to maintain restraint.

Zhao Qian’er snorted lightly, stepping forward to stand in front of Zhao Rong, her eyes slightly narrowed, facing Su Qingdai directly.

Zhao Rong eyed the aloof woman, his expression revealing none of what he might be thinking.

His fingers continued tapping lightly on his thigh in a steady rhythm. Seeing Zhao Qian’er step in front of him, he leaned forward slightly, pulled her small hand, and whispered with a smile, "Be good."

Zhao Qian’er obediently nodded, glanced at the two women at the stairs, then turned and walked back behind Zhao Rong’s chair to pour tea for him.

Meanwhile, Luo Xiu, who was quietly serving Zhao Rong, sitting on his lap, handing him a bowl and picking up dishes for him, appeared as if she hadn’t noticed the conflict in the hall triggered by her presence.

The tall and aloof Su Qingdai, with her naturally cold eyes, stared directly at Zhao Rong, who was sitting on the chair, enjoying the service of the two beauties.

Her fair face was expressionless.

In the hall, a silent standoff ensued between the two groups...