My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 738 - 452 - _2

Chapter 738: 452 Chapter_2

Zhao Rong faintly understood why his wife often scrutinized the giant stele.

His gaze wandered aimlessly across its surface, traveling higher and higher...

Before long, wanting to shift his attention away, Zhao Rong found these names uninteresting, almost unrecognizable.

Just then, his eyes lightly brushed past a three-character name.

In an instant, Zhao Rong’s eyes sharply focused.

"Zhao Xi...fu?"

High upon the giant stele, the name "Zhao Xifu" clearly entered his vision.

Zhao Rong subconsciously called out in a low voice, then focused his gaze once more.

A line of dazzling text, boldly displayed :

Zhao Xifu, nineteen years old, Sword Cultivator, Golden Core Third Grade.

"Nineteen-year-old Golden Core Realm..."

Zhao Rong sucked in his breath, rubbing his eyes, thinking he might be seeing things; but the inscription remained silently hanging high above.

"Is this... Shopkeeper Zhao, or someone with the same name?"

Zhao Rong frowned, not because he disbelieved that the dishonest keeper he’d recently met was a master—the Summer Insect Pavilion was, to him, always peculiar.

Zhao Rong was puzzled by the exceedingly high placement of this name.

Taiching’s Talented List was ordered from top to bottom, the lower the positioning, the more recent the time.

In contrast, the higher it went, the older the time.

Right now, the line of text Zhao Rong saw was likely thousands of years old. Even Great Cultivators of the Seventh Realm didn’t seem to have such longevity, did they?

Feeling the pangs of curiosity, but still, Zhao Rong held it in check and his gaze quickly swept across other areas.

Suddenly, within the range of his gaze, it seemed there wasn’t a single Taiching Prefecture student who graduated younger than this "Zhao Xifu," not even one who could compare...

"Hey, Gui, what level is a nineteen-year-old Golden Core Realm?" Zhao Rong abruptly asked.

"Nineteen Golden Core... That’s not bad. On the overall ranking of the Nine Provinces in the Taiching Four Mansions’s Talents Record, he should place quite high. Eh, did you see it on the Wangque Talents Record? Where? Point it out for me to see, I remember Wangque being a smaller state, generally at the bottom. Historically, there were cultivators who achieved Golden Core at nineteen? It seems to be an era after mine..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong was secretly impressed.

The head of Tranquility Mansion had once declared Qing Jun would reach Golden Core before twenty, which was a great deal of favor and praise.

And now, could this still not be the same "Zhao Xifu" with the Golden Core Realm at nineteen?

At that moment, Zhao Rong nodded and murmured something to the Sword Spirit.

As he just finished speaking, waiting for Gui’s reaction, he suddenly heard a crisp female voice from behind.

"Are you... Zhao Ziyu?"

The woman spoke with a gentle laugh.

Zhao Rong turned around.

The first thing that caught his eye were a pair of spirited and charming almond-shaped eyes.

Somewhat familiar.

"Indeed, it is I. May I ask if you are... Qing... Sister Ning of Lingfei ?"

Zhao Rong didn’t wait for Gui’s response but instead quickly surveyed this pretty woman dressed in red with lotus-like features, suddenly realizing.

Ning Ying gave a soft, affirmative smile: "Hmm, my surname is Ning, just the single word Ying. I was also once a student at Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion but have since left."

She slightly tilted her head, her eyes bright and fixed on the young Confucian Scholar looking at her,

"Do you still remember me, Young Master Zhao?"

Remember, how could he not remember? When you first appeared in Li River, emerging from the water, nearly scared me to death with those bloody eyes, not easy to forget.

Zhao Rong mentally ridiculed, but his face maintained a polite smile:

"That day under You Mountain, Sister Ning was with my Lingfei, and later also gave support, how could I forget. But Sister Ning you..."

His glance discreetly swept the sparsely populated surroundings.

Unsure why Qing Jun’s sister was here in the middle of the night.

Zhao Rong paused and then continued with a smile: "Lingfei mentioned that you have been flourishing in the great Northern clans, endlessly busy pursuing the Great Dao of immortality. I didn’t expect you to still remember me..."

Ning Ying shook her head with a smile, "Young Master Zhao, don’t make fun of me. ’Flourishing’ is just asking others for a quiet place to cultivate. I still have to serve others, depending on their whims, but the conflicts in the mountains really wear one down... Never mind that. Young Master Zhao, your heroic act that day under You Mountain was indeed unforgettable for me."

Zhao Rong chuckled, choosing not to continue the conversation.

He then curiously asked, "Sister, what brings you here so late?"

Ning Ying looked around: "I happened to be in town and thought of visiting the mansion. It’s been a long time."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Ning Ying suddenly looked up towards a spot behind Zhao Rong on the giant stele, "Young Master Zhao, were you looking at that name?"

She laughed, "This Senior Zhao was the youngest graduate student in the history of Wangque Taiching Prefecture..."

Zhao Rong’s gaze sharpened.

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PS: The previous Chapter updated nearly six thousand characters, you might need to refresh...

Also, "chest" has been changed to "left shoulder," hopefully it doesn’t feel too "greenhouse," brothers, don’t hassle Zhao Rong too much...

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Zhao Rong clearly remembered, earlier this morning, he decided to confess to Su Xiaoxiao about the "White Jade Mistress" matter, when she was just tying a sachet around his waist.

But as Zhao Rong clarified Qing Jun’s situation, Su Xiaoxiao’s small hands trembled and she quietly hid the sachet away.

Although the little Fox Demon’s movements were stealthy, Zhao Rong possessed an innate ability to sensitively detect the delicate thoughts of women, making him particularly watchful of these subtle gestures.