My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 733 - 450

Chapter 733: 450

Zhao Xifu watched Zhao Rong and his entourage leave, but didn’t depart immediately.

He looked back at the door.

Bing Nian was meticulously setting the dining table.

Zhao Xifu crossed his arms and leaned against the door, quietly staring at the busy figure of his wife for a while. fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m

Seeing her carry dishes and bowls to the kitchen, he leisurely turned around and found a more comfortable position to lean on the door, facing outward.

This time, when the shopkeeper turned to look back, the alley outside the side door had an added figure of a beautiful woman in red garments.

She stood charmingly at the same alley entrance where Zhao Rong and the others had left, turning her head as if assessing the direction they had gone.

At this moment, she seemed to have noticed the shopkeeper’s gaze.

Ning Ying also turned her head back.

Their eyes met.

Ning Ying’s mouth curved into a smile, warm as the winter sun, and she softly said, "Brother Zhao."

She even raised her delicately curved fingers to wave at the shopkeeper standing at the door, greeting him.

Zhao Xifu, with an indifferent look, gave it some thought and said earnestly, "Am I that familiar with you?"

Ning Ying’s smile grew wider, her slender fingers pointing to her red lips, pondering as she began to speak,

"There seems to be a saying in Du You West City, that once is meeting, twice is familiar, three or four times is friendship, five times..."

"Are you trying to become leftover meat by coming back again and again?" Zhao Xifu interrupted, curling his lip.

"..."

At the mouth of the alley, the red-gowned woman with a natural beauty smiled happily, as if not at all offended.

She sighed lightly and said,

"Brother Zhao, I have come seven times already, each time bringing many interesting stories from outside. I’ve gathered these stories with great difficulty. Among them, there are quite a few that I initially didn’t have the rights to access within the Xinran Sect, if not for Sister Lu intervening..."

Zhao Xifu’s expression turned sincere as he interrupted, "No wonder it’s so boring every time. Boredom opens the door for boredom, you’ve truly brought it home."

"..."

Ning Ying still wasn’t angry and appeared to be quite good-natured.

In the face of the impolite and crude Summer Insect Pavilion’s black-hearted shopkeeper, she just took a light breath and showed a faint helplessness on her face.

"Brother Zhao, you’re really too biased. Fairy Lingfei only came three times, and you let her sit at the table for a meal in the shop. Besides, considering Fairy Lingfei’s personality, she probably didn’t tell you stories to alleviate your boredom, right?"

Her tone was somewhat plaintive, and she narrowed her eyes as she paused, fr eewe(b)nove.l.co\m

"However, Brother Zhao must be fair and abide by Summer Insect Pavilion’s entry rules, without resorting to backdoor dealings. So... um, did Brother Zhao happen to see Fairy Lingfei’s Lifebound Sword? Would you like to see mine?"

Zhao Xifu looked sideways at this eloquent and clever ’junior sister,’ impatiently,

"What’s there to see about your little horned dragon’s Lifebound Sword? I’ve grown tired of seeing the water heirs from Wangque Continent for thousands of years. If they aren’t creatures recklessly coming to meet their demise, they are imbeciles trying to curry favor through clever maneuvers... As for you, I think you touch upon both."

The woman, who had been demeaned in a roundabout way but still didn’t take offence, had already successfully left the Li River and ascended to power in the Star-picking Tower. In the eyes of various factions, she was quietly regarded as a young leader of the Demon Race heirs in Wangque Continent.

Although in the years of her cultivation in Taiching Prefecture, none of her fellow Residence Students had ever dared to refer to her with such disdain.

Rather, Ning Ying was hailed as one of the most popular fairies and geniuses in the Taiching Four Mansions. Those who either wanted to form alliances or sought to become dual cultivators with her never deliberately mentioned her identity as part of the Demon Race heirs. They warmly welcomed her, and, well, they must have been secretly delighted that she, Ning Ying, couldn’t enter the premier destination for Sword Cultivators, the Tianya Sword Pavilion, due to her identity, right?

Heh, so the identity they treated with respect and consideration as if it didn’t exist was actually giving them some courage and sense of superiority to be eligible to court her and be worthy as dual cultivators, just like those enthusiastic men from the Xinran Sect who approached her now...

At this moment, at the mouth of the alley.

After being cursed at, Ning Ying squinted her eyes, her lips carrying a smile as she looked at the shopkeeper at the doorway.

He was indeed entitled to say that, as the members of the Demon Race who hadn’t submitted to him had turned into countless skeletons at the bottom of the river. And those who remained were the ones who had submitted, even if their hearts utterly refused to acknowledge it.

Ning Ying’s handsome almond eyes narrowed into slits, and it was unclear exactly what was in her thoughts.

Her eyes seemed to hold a flicker of... brightness.

Soon, Ning Ying’s expression returned to tranquility, and she walked into the alley, gently shaking her head as if she earnestly disagreed with the shopkeeper’s earlier words.

She said softly, "Brother Zhao..."

Zhao Xifu cut her off again, "Don’t call me ’brother’ to cozy up. I’m too old to be a ’brother’ for you little kids. Can’t you learn to talk like Zhao Qian’er? Why does seeing you make me feel like I’m looking at the brash Zhao Qian’er, and I really want to punch you one?"

He was very serious in his tone.

Ning Ying acted as if she hadn’t heard the latter part, continuing to smile and shake her head,

"Where have you aged, Brother Zhao? You still look dashing and even more mature. And Sister Xia is in the prime of her youth, truly a match made in heaven. Speaking of which, I only recently came to understand some of the past... Brother Zhao’s deep affection for Sister Xia and the things you’ve done for her are truly touching. I suspect not a second like you could be found anywhere on the mountain or below..."

At the beginning of the flattery, Zhao Xifu seemed quite pleased as he listened, but then as he heard the continuation...

The shopkeeper’s expression suddenly turned cold, his icy gaze fixed on the beautiful, eloquent red-gowned woman.