My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 100 - 87: On the Road

Chapter 100: Chapter 87: On the Road

The feather guards of the Lanxi Lin family had already said their goodbyes and returned after escorting Zhao Rong and the two others out of Zhongnan Country.

Before they left, however, they left behind a box, saying that the master had ordered it, and that the young master must accept it.

Afterward, they didn’t wait for Zhao Rong’s response and rode away.

Zhao Rong, with no other option, opened it to find indeed the farewell gift that Lin Wenruo had prepared for him that morning when she mistakenly thought he was leaving.

Only, the ancient zither named “Mingyu” was missing.

Perhaps they thought it inconvenient for him to carry, or maybe, they had completely given up hope on his talent for music?

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Zhao Rong thought cheerfully.

After that, the three of them set out on their journey again, their destination being the Great River that ran through the northern and southern ends of Wangque Continent. According to the Mountain And River Map of Wangque Continent, the river was called Li.

Now, Zhao Rong and his companions weren’t far from this Li River, merely a few countries’ distance away. When they got there, they could take a boat on the river, go downstream, travel a thousand miles in a day, and directly reach Du You City.

The three traveled northward.

There were occasional unexpected incidents along the way, but they mostly overcame them and didn’t stop walking.

One day, they passed through a village at sunset, admiring the pastoral scenery.

Another day, they encountered a heavy rain, with fresh rain on the empty mountains and a bright moon with a cool breeze.

On yet another day, they passed through the heartland of a Great Dynasty, where customs changed every ten miles and languages every hundred, and it was very easy for foreigners to get lost. However, in the end, they managed to smoothly make their way through.

This evening.

Zhao Rong and his two companions took a break in an old forest deep in the mountains, setting up camp and lighting a fire.

After dinner, Zhao Rong, gasping for breath, completed his daily light practice.

During this time, he still hadn’t found that bit of Innate Primordial Qi inside his body, even though he had long known from Gui that if he proceeded in an orderly fashion, he would need about a year or so to reach the Clear Void Stage of the Ascending Realm.

But such hard persistence in practicing day and night, with little progress, still brought some depression to his heart.

He faintly began to comprehend the gulf called “talent,” and at this moment, he was only standing at the “foot of the mountain.” The scenery he saw was not much, and he didn’t know how many more disheartening obstacles he would encounter on the road to climbing the mountain.

Suddenly, he thought of his good friend Lin Wenruo, who was already a scholar of the Confucian Cultivators in the Heavenly Will Realm, and who hadn’t even reached the age of thirty.

Zhao Rong had once asked him how long it would take to form a Golden Core, and he remembered him shaking his head with a bitter smile, saying that if there were no accidents, it wouldn’t be less than half a sixty-year cycle.

And as far as Zhao Rong knew, this friend was already the most talented cultivator of the Lin family in Lanxi in a hundred years, and a famed Cultivation Talent of Zhongnan Country.

Therefore, his bitter smile at the time must have also been thinking of those even more monstrous talents he had seen.

For instance, those Residence Students of the Taiching Four Mansions who formed a Golden Core before the age of twenty-eight.

Zhao Rong’s thoughts drifted far and wide, and for some reason, he was reminded of her and Qian’er.

The two of them, one was Vast at sixteen, the other at seventeen, and both were the so-called “Sword Immortal Seeds” mentioned by Gui.

Zhao Rong sighed, lamenting that all three of them had grown up together, with all having the Zhao lineage known for producing Sword Cultivators, so why was he the only waste material?

When they were children, they had agreed to rove together, live lazy together, but in the end, only he turned out to be the real salted fish.

Zhao Rong shook his head, went to the river to wash his face, and returned to the fireside.

Liu Sanbian and Su Xiaoxiao were both there.

The former was staring into the orange flames, lost in thought again.

The latter was sitting close to the fire, holding needle and thread in her hands, squinting her narrow fox eyes, and concentrating on embroidering with the needle.

However, as Zhao Rong approached, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly turned her back to him without saying a word.

Zhao Rong touched his nose, knowing that the little girl was angry again.

Today, they had passed through a market of the Immortals, and for safety’s sake, Zhao Rong wanted her to stay at the foot of the mountain while he and Sanbian went up to gather some necessities.

But the little girl seemed impatient, insisting on joining them, and none of the usual tricks to coax her worked.

Of course, she wasn’t allowed to go, and since then, she had been sulking up to this moment.

Zhao Rong sat down beside the fire and glanced at the young fox demon’s slender shoulders. After a moment’s thought, he still decided to coax this good friend who was nearly two hundred years older than him.

“Su Xiaoxiao, look quickly, there’s a firefly on your ponytail, daring to challenge the dignity of the master of fireflies. Catch it and let it taste the fear and trembling in your palm!”

The young fox demon didn’t move an inch.

“Su Xiaoxiao, I was just observing the night sky when suddenly, I had an epiphany, and it reminded me of a story about a fox fairy scholar. My goodness, that story is no simple tale, it’s a whirlwind of love and hate, a moving saga of love so intense, it grips the heart. Prepare your tears; I’m about to begin. But first, turn around and come closer to listen.”

The young fox demon scooted forward, moving farther away from Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong: “…”

The young Confucian scholar took a deep breath and played his ace card.

He said with surprise, “Su Huxian, quick, look behind you! There’s a handsome and dashing scholar with the bearing of a graceful tree, tall and formidable! Could he be the ideal partner you’ve been looking for?”

As soon as the words fell, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly turned around to look back.

Ah, it seems only the peerless beauty of this young master could work.

Zhao Rong felt pleased inside, thinking that his words had taken effect.

Then, he regretfully said, “Ah, what a pity, the beautiful scholar is none other than your best friend… me! No matter, I’ll find someone else for you later…”

Su Xiaoxiao interrupted him without expression, “Zhao Rong, don’t even think about controlling me!”

Zhao Rong was stunned. What was this all about?

Su Xiaoxiao fixed her gaze on Zhao Rong and said seriously, “My great-grandma said, the worst men are those who limit what you can do, try to control you, and make you follow only their orders while claiming it’s for your own good.”

Like reciting a textbook, the young girl cited another principle from her “great-grandma’s quotes” that Zhao Rong had never heard of before.

After a brief moment of confusion, Zhao Rong suddenly got angry, saying irritably, “Oh, so did your great-grandma also teach you to gamble yourself away as a cauldron for someone else’s use?”

The more Zhao Rong thought about it, the angrier he became.

The young fox demon exchanged a brief look with Zhao Rong’s bright eyes, then suddenly averted her gaze, seeming a bit guilty, and argued in a small voice, “No, no, my great-grandma told me to find someone else to be the cauldron…”

“Hmm?”

Zhao Rong sat up straight, surprised.

Liu Sanbian, who had been daydreaming beside them, couldn’t help but shift his attention to the unusual pair of “opposite-sex best friends,” flicking his eyes back and forth between them.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes.

Little girl, that’s not what you told me at the time; didn’t you say you didn’t know what a cauldron was?

You knew, yet you still…

Su Xiaoxiao quickly lowered her head and buried it between her knees, her petite body curling up, as if by doing so she could sever ties with the outside world.

“Crackle and pop——”

The area around the campfire fell silent, save for the sound of the branches burning.

At this moment, feeling two oppressively intense gazes upon her, Su Xiaoxiao wished she could dig a hole in the ground, crawl inside, and never come out.

She indeed knew what a cauldron was; in fact, there wasn’t a fox in the Fox Clan who didn’t know.

Her initial betrothal to that great demon meant that she was to become a cauldron, which was why she had fled the mountain in haste.

However, on that day of the Confucian debate, as she watched Zhao Rong wave his hand and walk away, she didn’t know why, but her mind went blank, and she made the bet.

Later, she only thought she had done it for her good friend, even congratulating herself for her loyalty.

But now, under the scrutiny of the two in front of her, she began to rethink her actions and, suddenly, she felt a wave of panic.

Time passed, and how much time passed, nobody knew.

At a certain moment, the little fox demon of Qiantang Mountain suddenly raised her head, puffed out her cheeks, widened her eyes, and stared at the young Confucian scholar,

“Zhao Rong, you be my cauldron.”