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

For the past two days, a continuous drizzle had fallen.


The adage goes, "A spell of autumn rain brings a chill," but Zhao Rong hardly felt it.


The red snake in his body, symbolic of the Innate Primordial Qi transforming into a dragon, allowed him to tangibly sense changes in his physique.


After returning from the Scripture Teaching Pavilion, he drank the small bamboo tube of well water that very night, and indeed, the changes occurred again.


On the red snake's body, spots of golden scales gleamed like the golden sunset filtering through the Red Maple Forest, dazzling and eye-catching.


The vaguely visible snake lips formed by the mist bore golden patterns that extended longer and longer, almost completely separating from the body to form flowing whiskers.


Using the teacup of Zhu Yourong from the art class two days ago as a measure, Zhao Rong had so far drunk three cups of Zhengguan Spring Water.


Yet according to Gui, this was still not enough.


Chapter 258 Physique of the Different Demon Race