My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 741 - 453 Hey, Take Her as a Slave_2

Chapter 741: Chapter 453 Hey, Take Her as a Slave_2

This sudden revelation made Zhao Rong unable to help but mutter... had he accidentally unlocked a strange attribute of his senior martial sister? It felt like the script that followed might be somewhat off.

The young Confucian scholar’s imperceptible frown deepened slightly.

Zhao Rong showed modesty, waving his hand.

"You flatter me too much, Sister Ning. It’s just some absurd views, nowhere near as good as what the other brothers at the Academy discuss," he said earnestly, but the Sister Ning in front of him didn’t continue to insist on praising him as naively and sweetly as he expected.

"Oh, is that so?"

Ning Ying nodded in understanding.

Then she narrowed her apricot eyes and glanced at the cautious and humble Zhao Rong.

Her lips parted, her teeth gleaming like a string of pearls, her voice crisp, "Then Master Zhao is also very impressive, not much inferior to those ’Reading Seeds’ of the academy; indeed, Sister Lingfei has a good eye."

Hmm? Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, thinking that if she were to praise Qing Jun, he wouldn’t be polite.

"Indeed," he nodded.

"Uh..." Ning Ying choked up, glancing at Zhao Rong, then swiftly changed the subject. "Junior Brother, I actually have several accumulated little problems regarding poetry that have stumped me for some time... But now it’s getting late, it’s not convenient, and I shouldn’t trouble you further," she said sincerely.

Zhao Rong nodded, refraining from responding politely, because he feared Sister Ning might really take it seriously and keep asking questions.

However, the next second.

"But..." Ning Ying suddenly said.

Zhao Rong’s eyelid twitched; he had guessed there might be a twist, but it really came.

Well, there’s no avoiding it.

"But what?" he said helplessly, glancing at her.

In her arms Ning Ying held her book, her eyes shining bright as she gazed at Zhao Rong:

"They say a great mentor is hard to find, the Great Dao is hard to hear. How about this, Junior Brother Zhao, would you mind telling me where you live in the Academy? I’m just a girl, of course it’s not appropriate for me to go in, but we can set a time, and in a few days I could come to find you there, then find a suitable place outside..."

She paused, then with an exploratory look she continued, "I would like to ask Master Zhao about these issues that have troubled me for some time. What do you think of this idea?"

Zhao Rong grew quiet, looking at Sister Ning.

Her words were well-organized, and the way she asked had a non-imposing demeanor, making the interaction quite fitting.

Zhao Rong nodded internally, and then...

"I’m sorry, Sister Ning, I am taking the Cloud Sea Ferry down the mountain tonight, and I won’t be at the Academy for some time. Maybe you should ask someone else; I can introduce you to some of the Academy’s brothers," Zhao Rong chuckled, tactfully declining.

Ning Ying frowned slightly. "How long will Junior Brother be down the mountain?" she asked.

Zhao Rong shook his head, "I’m not sure, Sister, you shouldn’t wait for me."

"All right then," Ning Ying said quickly upon hearing this, nodding her head without entangling further.

She gave him a gentle smile, "Be careful on your way down the mountain, Junior Brother."

Unexpectedly, rejecting the ’request of a beautiful lady’ proved to be less troublesome than Zhao Rong had thought, which actually came as a surprise.

It seems Sister Ning wasn’t like those obsessive girls in the novels, who entangled the protagonist with undying loyalty without asking for anything in return.

He nonchalantly criticized in his mind.

Actually, after his recent encounter in Great Li’s Xingzi Town, where Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu took turns ’falling into his arms’, Zhao Rong grew overly wary of pretty women suddenly getting closer to him.

Pies don’t just fall from the sky, let alone something involving Sister Lin.

Well, as for Su Xiaoxiao... it might be possible, as she is indeed the kind who would genuinely give without expecting anything in return...

At this moment, Ning Ying nodded, carefully placed a bookmark within a page of the book of poetry, and then carefully put it away.

Zhao Rong observed her, feeling his wariness dissipate slightly.

"Master Zhao, you mentioned you are going down the mountain. May I ask where you are headed?" Ning Ying inquired casually.

Zhao Rong looked at her, feeling there was no need to keep the matter secret, especially after just giving her an ungracious refusal.

Thus, he briefly mentioned the matter of Great Li.

The young woman in red listened with a normal expression for a while.

Then the two of them, under the giant stele, exchanged a few polite words.

At a certain moment, Ning Ying looked up at the sky, smiled, bid farewell, and then left bluntly, without dragging her feet.

Left behind, Zhao Rong with his sleeves crossed, watched Sister Ning walk away.

Zhao Rong turned his head, but then suddenly couldn’t resist looking back at Ning Ying’s retreating figure.

For some reason, he always felt... something was amiss.

Zhao Rong watched for a while, then shook his head gently, deciding not to dwell on it.

He had heard of this Senior Sister Ning from Qing Jun.

With the body of a Bai-Chi demon and walking the Great Dao of sword cultivation, she was one of the most outstanding, exceptional Residence Students within the Taiching Four Mansions in thousands of years. Now, having successfully traveled the rivers, Senior Sister Ning had forged an exceptionally high-quality demon core and had successfully plucked the stars.

Furthermore, with a natural Flood Dragon Physique rivaling a Martial Artist and wielding a powerful flying sword, this exceptional female Sword Cultivator could almost dominate peers within the Golden Core Realm.

She could be considered a top prodigy fairy of Taiching Prefecture prior to Qing Jun...

As Zhao Rong carefully recollected.

"Hey, Zhao Rong, take her as your slave," Gui said.

Zhao Rong: "!!!"

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PS: It’s a bit short... I’ll add more in the next Chapter, good night.

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The lady in red listened with a usual expression for a while.

Then, the two under the giant stele conversed politely for a couple more sentences.

In a certain moment, Ning Ying looked up at the sky, smiled her farewells, and then left without any dragging or delays.

At the spot, Zhao Rong stood with his sleeves folded, watching Senior Sister Ning leave.

Zhao Rong wanted to turn away, but suddenly couldn’t resist looking back again at the silhouette of Ning Ying.

For some reason, he always felt... something was off.

Zhao Rong watched for a while, shook his head slightly, and didn’t dwell on it.

He had heard of this Senior Sister Ning from Qing Jun.

With the body of a Bai-Chi demon and walking the Great Dao of sword cultivation, she was one of the most outstanding, exceptional Residence Students within the Taiching Four Mansions in thousands of years. Now, having successfully traveled the rivers, Senior Sister Ning had forged an exceptionally high-quality demon core and had successfully plucked the stars.

Furthermore, with a natural Flood Dragon Physique rivaling a Martial Artist and wielding a powerful flying sword, this exceptional female Sword Cultivator could almost dominate peers within the Golden Core Realm.

She could be considered a top prodigy fairy of Taiching Prefecture prior to Qing Jun...

As Zhao Rong carefully recollected.

"Hey, Zhao Rong, take her as your slave," Gui said. The lady in red listened with a usual expression for a while.

Then, the two under the giant stele conversed politely for a couple more sentences.

In a certain moment, Ning Ying looked up at the sky, smiled her farewells, and then left without any dragging or delays.

At the spot, Zhao Rong stood with his sleeves folded, watching Senior Sister Ning leave.

Zhao Rong wanted to turn away, but suddenly couldn’t resist looking back again at the silhouette of Ning Ying.

For some reason, he always felt... something was off.

Zhao Rong watched for a while, shook his head slightly, and didn’t dwell on it.

He had heard of this Senior Sister Ning from Qing Jun.

With the body of a Bai-Chi demon and walking the Great Dao of sword cultivation, she was one of the most outstanding, exceptional Residence Students within the Taiching Four Mansions in thousands of years. Now, having successfully traveled the rivers, Senior Sister Ning had forged an exceptionally high-quality demon core and had successfully plucked the stars.

Furthermore, with a natural Flood Dragon Physique rivaling a Martial Artist and wielding a powerful flying sword, this exceptional female Sword Cultivator could almost dominate peers within the Golden Core Realm.

She could be considered a top prodigy fairy of Taiching Prefecture prior to Qing Jun...

As Zhao Rong carefully recollected.

"Hey, Zhao Rong, take her as your slave," Gui said.