Yang Xiaorong

Upon opening his eyes, there before him was a bridal chamber adorned with red candles and windows.
A bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and robes of rank sat upright on the nuptial bed, her face covered by a red bridal veil.
Zhao Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Have I become a groom? Oh, and a junior one at that."
Understood.
His facial expression brewed for a moment before he twisted his mouth into a smile, "Wait a second..."
Huh, something's amiss.
The bride is my childhood sweetheart who also harbored a crush on me?
Oh, then that's alright.
This is very fitting.
Zhao Rong stepped forward, happily lifting the red bridal veil, "Hey hey, my lady, where are you running off to?"
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In the great era of contention, the tide of the times surged forth, and Confucian Scholar Zhao Rong bravely faced it head-on. Not only did he seek to catch up to the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart turned Sword Immortal Lady, but he also wished to witness firsthand the dispute that engulfed more than half of the Cultivation World, the strife among the various schools of thought...
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[Slow-burn], [Non-cliché], [Non-level-up], [Romance plot], [Sweet without the angst]
This book is also known as "I Have a Fox Fairy Wife", "Rebirth: I Deliver Parcels in the Otherworld", "Zhao Ziyu, The Smirking Scholar" "I Really Don't Want to Be a Kept Man"...

My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

Zhao Rong didn't allow Lingfei to contemplate further.


He immediately opened his mouth to "threaten":


"If you do something foolish behind my back, I'll get sick of it."


"Do... what foolish thing." Lingfei's voice, originally clear but now slightly hoarse, urgently came from his embrace, sounding muffled.


Zhao Rong had one arm wrapped around Qing Jun's slim and strong waist, while his other hand moved up, gently stroking to comfort her shoulders and back.


Meanwhile, he was muttering relentlessly, listing things non-stop:


"Being willful and self-harming, like how you randomly shatter your Sword Heart again."


"Not diligently cultivating, failing to become a female Sword Immortal, and forcing me to not be able to depend on your support."


"So you better hurry up and cultivate, and once you reach the Seventh Realm of the Tranquility Sword Cultivator, how prestigious would I be when I take you out."


Chapter 239: The Furthest Distance in the World (Part 2)