My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 514 - 342 Rong’er Bro, I Want to Beautify Too! (Please Subscribe and Request Tickets, Bros~)

Chapter 514: Chapter 342 Rong’er Bro, I Want to Beautify Too! (Please Subscribe and Request Tickets, Bros~)

(In the previous Chapter, there was a mistake in the writing, it wasn’t ’five’, it was ’six’)

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Observing the ancient seal character engraved on the jade piece pinched by the refined young man.

Zhao Rong’s eyebrows rose.

"Six?"

It seemed to be a rather impressive number. Was this the order of being a Reading Seed at Linlu Academy for Yang Wuwei, or was it something else...

At this moment, Yang Wuwei held the jade piece between his fingers and looked down at the pretty young girl waiting by the ginkgo tree, smiling without saying a word.

Zhao Rong fell silent.

He quickly had his answer.

Yang Wuwei had just mentioned ’Direct Ascension to Heavenly Will’, and as far as Zhao Rong knew, besides a few ’Contrary Divine Medicines’ from the Ancient Era mentioned indirectly by Gui, the Nanshan Grade poetry was the only thing with such heaven-defying effects.

As for the former, Gui had said it knew a few formulas, but they were of no use since the main ingredients for these ’Contrary Divine Medicines’ had gone extinct in this era.

Therefore, the latter was the most likely possibility.

And Nanshan Grade poetry, also known as Entrance Grade poetry... combined with Zhao Rong’s current location and the refined young Academy Seed’s identity before him.

Six?

The answer was now obvious.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Is this the token for going down to the floor below?"

They were currently on the seventh floor, and the sixth floor was right below them.

And what was on the sixth floor...

Zhao Rong remembered what Fan Yushu had mentioned to him earlier.

The sixth floor of the book tower housed all of the Entrance Grade poetry collected by Linlu Academy over the past millennium.

Everywhere one looked, there were resplendent Entrance Grade poems, Ascending, Falling Flower, and even the legendary Nanshan Grade were in sight.

Any literate person, even if resonating with only a small part of these poems, could advance from the Completion of the Fu Yao Realm to the Early Stage of the Heavenly Will Realm within a few breaths.

Only the Falling Flower Grade and Nanshan Grade poems of the State of No Self, once resonated and used by someone, could slowly recover.

Other Entrance Grade poems were one-time use only.

Therefore, the conditions for entering the sixth floor of the Linlu Academy’s book tower were extremely strict. Even among the Academy’s Confucian Scholars, only a very few could enter, and most of them had made significant contributions to the Academy before obtaining the access token.

As for outsiders, even fewer could go inside.

Thus, the sixth floor of Linlu Mountain’s book tower that led directly to Heavenly Will could be considered the most coveted destination for all cultivators below the Heavenly Will Realm on the Wangque Continent.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong recalled that Fan Yushu had casually mentioned some years ago that an Academy senior brother had made a significant contribution and was rewarded with one-time access by the Academy...

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but take a few more glances at the refined young man before him.

Now, hearing Zhao Rong’s words, Yang Wuwei spoke with an air of nonchalance, "Hmm, whoever it is, holding this can go down once. The Academy gave it to me a few years ago. I didn’t need it, so I set it aside. It happens that I thought of it today."

He looked down at the jade piece, which could cause a stir if seen on the mountain, then lifted his gaze to Zhao Rong and smiled like a spring breeze, "It can be given to my Junior Brother."

Zhao Rong lowered his eyelids, gazing at the lively Qian’er hopping around downstairs, "Does Senior Brother have any tasks he wishes to entrust me with?"

"To speak of entrusting would be too much," Yang Wuwei shook his head and finally got to the point, "Junior Brother, your annotations on the unofficial history of Nankang enlightened me greatly. I have an imposition to ask of you... could you come up to the seventh floor to help me with historical compilation?"

"This jade piece, which serves as the token to the sixth floor, consider it as an advanced payment for your services, Junior Brother. If the historical compilation goes smoothly, this Senior Brother will have a generous reward later."

"You don’t have to worry about the matter of status either. I can secure you a position as a Historian of no small Grade with Youlan Prefecture on your behalf. From then on, you will be an official of Youlan Prefecture and able to draw a significant salary..."

Yang Wuwei calmly handed Zhao Rong the jade piece, elaborating on his arrangements and analyzing the pros and cons for Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong listened quietly for a while. According to what this Senior Brother had said, - working on the seventh floor to compile history, despite the hard work, indeed came with many benefits.

He looked down at the jade piece which seemed at his fingertips.

Zhao Rong understood that since his arrival, all the words spoken by Yang Wuwei were merely a preamble for this ’imposition’.

Working as a historian on the seventh floor, all the merits, fame, fortune, and stipend, had been clearly laid out by Senior Brother Yang.

Even his previous visit to Mochi Academy to find him and support him; the envy the steward had shown when he led him to the seventh floor.

These were all ways that Senior Brother Yang had ostensibly displayed the glory of compiling history on the seventh floor to Zhao Rong.

Right now, he just had to reach out and take it to acquire it.

But could there really be such a good deal?

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered last night how he cajoled Qing Jun into practicing the Swordsmanship Mnemonic with sweet nothings and promises.

He even threw out the concept of ’beauty maintenance’, transforming into the authority of academic excellence, bamboozling his struggling wife into hesitantly swallowing a small mouthful...

All a bunch of thousand-year-old foxes, playing Liáozhāi? Do you think I’m a naive little child...

At this moment, Zhao Rong gently nodded, took a step back, and bowed respectfully toward an expectantly looking Yang Wuwei, sincerely saying:

"Many thanks to Brother Yang for your kindness. After careful consideration, I indeed have no intention to work on the annals. Presently giving precedence to my studies, at most it can be an idle pastime, I cannot dedicate my main effort, and I am not qualified for such an important post. I hope Brother Yang will forgive me."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Rong did not wait for Yang Wuwei, whose expression immediately turned to astonishment, to react and turned around to leave the warm pavilion, briskly descending the stairs without a sideways glance.

Behind him.

Yang Wuwei furrowed his brows, clutched the jade piece in his hand, turned his head to look at the departing figure of Zhao Rong, and shook his head in silence.

...

Descended the stairs, Zhao Rong was slightly in a daze as he walked, eventually reaching the gingko tree where the little girl was.

Zhao Qian’er cocked her head, clutching the hem of his robe, and with a puzzled expression on her little face, she demanded, "Speak up, Rong’er brother, why are you so late?"

Zhao Rong snapped back to reality, thought for a moment, "I just saw Yan Ruyu, so I was delayed a bit."

Hearing this, Zhao Qian’er’s eyes widened slightly, then, acting as if nothing was amiss, she gave Rong’er brother a look, shook his left sleeve, grabbed his right hand, and checked the sleeve of his right hand.

In a bland voice, the little girl said, "Oh. Where is Yan Ruyu? I want to take a look too."

Zhao Rong lightly pinched her little button nose with his right hand, bending down so his gaze was level with Zhao Qian’er’s.

Looking into her clear, bright peach blossom eyes, he smiled and said, "Well, right here. Do you see her?"

Zhao Qian’er’s eyes widened as she saw her own reflection in Zhao Rong’s eyes, being momentarily stunned before she realized.

Her cheeks flushed slightly and, with her nose still pinched, she voiced her complaint in a playful tone, "Mmm, where did you learn that? Always knowing how to coax girls."

Zhao Rong smiled and suddenly changed the subject.

"Qian’er, if—I’m saying if—there’s a chance to go to the sixth floor of the library, Rong’er brother could fight for you and Qing Jun to have it. However, if you give it up due to some concern that might not even exist, would you blame Rong’er brother?"

"The sixth floor of the library?" Zhao Qian’er blinked, turning her little head, and pointed cutely behind her at the nine-story dangerous building, "Are you talking about that which has lots and lots of entry-grade poetry?"

Zhao Rong nodded.

Suddenly, little Qian’er’s expression changed faster than a face-changing act; she clutched Zhao Rong’s sleeve, her little face full of wariness, and crisply said:

"Rong’er brother, you... you better not renege. You promised to write poetry for me, just like the letters you write to Miss when I’m not there, even a fragment will do, but it cannot be omitted, and definitely not replaced with that entry-grade poetry from the sixth floor. I want what you write, even if you take all of the Nanshan Grade poetry from the sixth floor, it’s no good!"

Zhao Rong looked surprised, staring at the little girl in front of him, whose focus was astonishingly off and who was seriously bargaining and sticking to her bottom line.

He found it somewhat amusing yet couldn’t help feeling warmth in his heart shortly after.

This little girl might be mischievous, but she’s quite adorable—except when she becomes the freeloading ’I want it too’ monster...

All of a sudden, Zhao Rong felt full of grand aspirations. He waved his hand grandly, "Alright, I promise not to flake this time; your poetry will not be missed. Well, let’s go have lunch now. Been busy all morning, time to treat our stomachs."

Zhao Qian’er’s eyes lit up, "Good, what are we going to eat?"

Zhao Rong took her down the mountain, and on the way, he habitually made up things, "Let’s go, for lunch, we’ll have something that beautifies and nourishes."

Zhao Qian’er quickly caught onto a certain word, curious, "Beautifies?"

"Beautifies..." The little girl mulled over the term again, tapped her powder-pink lips with her index finger, squinting her eyes, "I know what nourishing beauty is, but what does beautify mean?"

"Hmm, Rong’er brother, what is beautifying? This morning when I went to your room, you were still sleeping, and Miss was up. When I was helping her dress up and she was applying rouge in front of the mirror, she muttered about it too. Miss didn’t explain it then. What does it mean? Does it mean becoming prettier?"

Zhao Qian’er frowned again, wrinkled her nose and speculated, "It couldn’t be... another secret code for something you do behind closed doors, right?"

Zhao Rong, who had inadvertently slipped up, felt like slapping himself as his breathing hitched. He quickened his pace and moved forward without looking back, "Nothing, nothing, I was just blathering. Let’s go eat."

Zhao Qian’er became even more suspicious seeing his perfunctory behavior.

Seeing Rong’er brother brush her off, she immediately got upset, grabbing his sleeve again.

The little girl fond of freeloading clamored, "Rong’er brother, I want to beautify too! Hmm, what can you eat to beautify? Don’t only tell it to Miss, keeping secrets; I want to eat it too!"

"......"

Zhao Rong was at a loss for words.

Soon after.

Zhao Rong realized he really couldn’t bring himself to talk about ’high-protein beauty foods’ in broad daylight, words that made him blush as well.

So, he went about it another way and eventually convinced the little girl that she truly was naturally beautiful and didn’t need any high-protein essence-concentrated foods for beauty.

Later, Zhao Rong took Zhao Qian’er for a hearty lunch and then sent her off.

In the afternoon, Zhao Rong returned to the library, but he did not head up to the seventh floor.

Instead, he wandered the first four floors, which were accessible to Mochi Academy students, in search of books related to the imperial engraving ceremony.

By the time the sun set over the mountains, Zhao Rong had had quite a fruitful return to East Fence Small House, where he rested for the night.

The next morning, Zhao Rong packed up his luggage, ready to leave for the Ritual Hall...

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