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

As soon as Meng Xuezhen made a move, the uproar at the scene, like a duck whose neck was gripped by a large hand, fell utterly silent in an instant.


"Per the old rules, for these special evaluations that deviate from the main arrangement, I will score discretionally and give extra points to those who perform exceptionally well," she declared.


Zhao Rong saw that none of the students on the field looked excited or eager to try.


Most were expressionless or diverted their gaze.


It seemed that the Mochi students who had participated in this kind of special examination in the last two Great exams had not done very well.


Meng Xuezhen's standing posture was meticulous, giving everyone time to think as she stood quietly for a moment.


Seeing that the students below the steps lacked enthusiasm.


Her gaze was calm and still carried a serious and stern expression, methodically she said:


Chapter 319 A Zhao Rong-triggered 'Bloodbath