My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 729 - 447 Land of Dao Validation

Du You East City, within Summer Insect Pavilion.

Above the right shoulder of Lingfei, whose black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

A Purple Sword was hanging upside down.

It remained utterly still.

The hazy, smoky purple light highlighted her beautiful side profile.

The divine radiance on her body, along with some faint remnants, was slowly dissipating into light particles, vanishing into nothingness.

For a moment, this scene seemed dreamlike and stunningly beautiful.

The hall was completely silent.

A delicate, crystalline Handleless Small Sword, carrying the sword spirit and spiritual essence of Qingmei, was currently circling around the Purple Sword, which temporarily served as the vessel for ’purity’, rotating at varying speeds.

Qingmei appeared to be... quietly observing its little friend.

Just like everyone else in the hall, who were all silent.

After observing for a while and circling a few times, Qingmei finally seemed unable to restrain itself, its sword tip subtly shifting as it slowly approached the familiar yet unfamiliar Bamboo Horse.

The Purple Sword remained motionless.

The delicate Qingmei, emboldened, moved its tip even closer, almost reaching the blade of the Purple Sword Bamboo Horse.

It was like a young, shy girl in her childhood, stretching out her slender index finger to gently poke the shoulder of the Bamboo Horse boy, whispering, "Hey, what are you doing..."

Just as Qingmei was about to touch the body of the Bamboo Horse Sword, the Purple Sword Bamboo Horse suddenly moved, swiftly sliding close by the probing Qingmei, startling the slender Qingmei, which turned its head to retreat.

But in the next second, Qingmei quickly recovered.

Facing the Bamboo Horse, which was ’laughing’ in circles in the air after startling it, Qingmei let out a light chant in frustration, shook its tip, and with a sudden burst of energy, chased after the Bamboo Horse with a whoosh.

The Purple Sword turned and fled, joyfully exuberant.

Thus, Qingmei and the Bamboo Horse started a lively chase through the air in the hall, creating quite the commotion.

Zhao Rong, with his arms crossed, watched the two little ones zooming past overhead, not following any traffic rules, and couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Watching them, he felt as if he was back in his childhood when he accidentally squirted ink onto his female deskmate’s white shirt and then legged it...

Zhao Rong squinted at the two frolicking in the air.

Well, the Bamboo Horse runs quite fast, Qingmei couldn’t catch up for quite a while... Reminds me of that time I pulled Qing Jun’s ponytail and ran for my life.

The young Confucian scholar muttered softly, chuckling and shaking his head, then smiled and turned his head to look at his Qingmei.

But all he saw was his wife intently watching the chase between the Bamboo Horse and Qingmei in the air, seemingly lost in thought.

Zhao Rong reached out and gently tugged Lingfei’s left hand.

Lingfei came back to her senses, turned her head to look at her husband, and smiled sweetly.

She raised her other hand, entwining both hands around her husband’s right arm, leaning forward and nestling close to him.

Facing Zhao Rong’s concerned gaze, the woman with the autumnal eyes gently shook her head, "Rong’er, I’m fine, don’t worry... I feel better now, better than ever before."

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but take a deep breath, her expression a mix of joy and excitement.

Zhao Rong smiled, giving her a meaningful look.

Lingfei paused, but as a couple in sync, she understood in the next second.

She immediately smiled and turned her head, gracefully bowing to a man who was crossing his arms and squinting at the Purple Sword, "Thank you, senior Zhao."

Zhao Xifu waved his hand, "Girl, don’t thank me. This isn’t Summer Insect Wine, Qu Shi Wine, or Well Frog Wine. I didn’t give you this wine, if you want to thank... you should thank the gods and that mischievous boy."

"..."

Lingfei and Zhao Rong exchanged a glance.

Zhao Xifu pursed his lips.

Actually, most of what he said was true. First, this drink indeed had nothing to do with Summer Insect, Well Frog, or Qu Shi wines, and secondly, she really should thank a certain mischievous boy.

However, to say that he played no part in it would also be a lie.

Zhao Xifu turned his head to look at Bing Niang, noticing that in the presence of the guests, she did not ask questions or show any odd expressions in response to the miraculous scene earlier, he discreetly sighed in relief.

Lingfei, after looking at her husband, turned back to Zhao Xifu and stubbornly shook her head:

"Senior Zhao is too modest. I’m not that foolish. Thank you for your guidance. If there’s ever a chance for me to help in the future, please do not hesitate to ask, and give me a chance to repay."

Her tone was serious, her pretty face full of sincerity.

Zhao Rong and others couldn’t help but examine the gracefully forthright woman.

Truly deserving to be my wife, deeply understanding of righteousness and proper etiquette... Zhao Rong thought to himself, adding internally after a moment... well, her excellence is partly my merit too.

At that moment, faced with Lingfei’s words, Zhao Xifu neither nodded nor shook his head, remaining non-committal.

This Zhao girl could arguably be considered the most agreeable little junior sister from Wangque Taiching Four Mansions he had seen in nearly a thousand years.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have helped in such an ambiguous, opportune manner.

Lending a hand caused no harm, but it did consume quite a bit of the sword qi that the shopkeeper had painstakingly accumulated...

After all, he had little by little fished it out of the nearby Great River...

Seeing Zhao Xifu seemingly consent, Lingfei smiled faintly.

After the shopkeeper had finished giving thanks, it seemed... it was another person’s turn.

The woman with autumn-like eyes, having encountered a surprising adventure tonight, turned her head back around.

She was clasping Zhao Rong’s arm, now slightly tilting her head back, gazing at her husband’s somewhat thin cheeks.

Zhao Rong was taken aback and met her gaze.

Lingfei pursed her red lips and remained silent.

With such focused eyes, she kept looking at Zhao Rong as if she could never get enough, never fully take him in.

Zhao Rong was momentarily startled, seeing in the eyes of the stunning beauty before him the deep affection and boundless fondness flowing within, and he couldn’t help but be moved.

The next second, Zhao Rong spiritually sensed the direct gaze of a certain little fox demon.

Indeed, not only Qing Jun, but Su Xiaoxiao, who used to snuggle in his arms and hug him, her lover, also used to look up at him with eyes full of loving dependence.

This scene seemed familiar... Right, Xiaoxiao!

Zhao Rong suppressed the urge to indulge in a moment of warm intimacy with Qing Jun and to flaunt it extravagantly.

He hurriedly shifted his gaze and coughed twice.

Zhao Rong didn’t look at Lingfei or Su Xiaoxiao, his eyes wandering to other parts of the hall.

Lingfei glanced at her husband and suddenly smiled sweetly.

Without overthinking, she merely thought that with many people around, and his teachers and Qian’er watching, her husband was "shy."

Ah, they were an old married couple already; when he bullied her during the day, why didn’t he act coy and reserved? On the bed in the north room, he did nothing but torment her, even... even wanting her to try that embarrassing position, trying to ruin her. And if she didn’t comply, he would... he would implement family law...

Remembering the daytime happenings in the north room, Lingfei felt a bashful sweetness that even outweighed the joy of the strange fortune she had just experienced.

She reached out to pinch the flesh on his waist but withdrew her hand halfway, unable to bring herself to do it.

The thoughts of a girl were complex and turned with countless emotions all at once.

She couldn’t help but gaze again at Zhao Rong’s profile, her heart at that moment filling with love, joy, and complaint, a mixture of emotions.

Although thanks were given to Zhao elder, but me... I definitely won’t thank you, I just want... want your wine, also, to eat your rice, sleep in your bed, take your pillows... I’m being unreasonable and impolite, and you absolutely must not dislike or abandon me, or get angry with me...

Lingfei’s heart was entirely hung on this one person, pondering and emotionally moved to an unspeakable degree... This... this lifetime, I’m already yours, completely entrusted to you, my spoiling nemesis, and there’s nothing I can offer in return, so... so the next lifetime, the next next lifetime, and the lifetime after that... all are bestowed upon you, my nemesis, and you can’t escape...

The woman with autumn-like eyes had all her thoughts intricately intertwined for this one person.

At this moment, her heart was intensely moved, but her face maintained its usual cool and elegant demeanor.

Lingfei clasped her husband’s right arm tightly with both hands, her lips curving into a smile, her demeanor graceful, her gaze sweeping around the hall politely.

Just then, Zhu Yourong observed Lingfei for a moment and suddenly said to Zhao Xifu:

"Shopkeeper Zhao, you mentioned that this glass of wine was to thank heaven and Ziyu..."

She paused, her gaze sweeping around the vicinity, "Isn’t this place a rare Land of Dao Validation, where Ziyu just... validated his Dao and received a gift from the Heavenly Dao?"

The crowd was startled upon hearing this.

Xiaoxiao was present, and the somewhat frustrated Zhao Rong immediately turned his attention back.

Along with everyone else, he fixed his gaze on the emotionless Zhao Xifu.

About this ’Land of Dao Validation,’ Zhao Rong had heard from Gui long ago—the most famous one being in the Tunan Continent’s Jixia Academy.

Beyond that, there were a few places across the Nine Provinces that were also special ’Lands of Dao Validation,’ capable of communicating with the Heavenly Dao and said to be the closest to the heavens.

Both Gui and he had speculated this just now but were not sure yet...

"What the hell is this Land of Dao Validation? I don’t understand. Hah, is it possibly the Tunan Continent, some place filled with a bunch of loquacious people, some academy where they chirp and argue all the time?"

Zhao Xifu crossed his arms and curled his lip, carrying that black wine jug back behind the counter, putting the jug in its place, and waved his hand irritably:

"No, not at all, but don’t go out and spread this nonsense from my store; if by chance a bunch of people who can’t figure things out start jabbering at my doorstep all day, wouldn’t that be annoying?"

The crowd exchanged glances.

Little Qian’er, upon hearing this, burst into laughter.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help feeling speechless, thinking this must be the place.

At that moment

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PS: These days it’s a bit short, will make up later...

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