My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 518 - 344 The Unknown Sword, The Unknown Destiny

At this moment, Zhao Rong stopped speaking, with most of his attention focused on the strange sword before him.

Suddenly, he stepped forward, walking to the middle of the street, taking advantage of the setting sun that was still not completely swallowed by the silhouette of the distant black mountains.

Under the golden afterglow, Zhao Rong twisted his wrist, placed the Three-foot Green Blade horizontally, level with his eyebrows, and stared intently.

The clear blade, tempered gold by the setting sun, reflected a rippling sword light that illuminated his sharp, sword-like features.

But at this time, his sword-like eyebrows gradually furrowed.

The more Zhao Rong looked, the more puzzled his heart became.

Had his constant suspicion been wrong all along?

Could it be that their side branch of the Great Chu Zhao Clan was really unrelated to the main branch of the Zhao Clan that perished seventeen years ago in the western Fu Yao Continent?

Those possible surviving retainers from Fu Yao’s selection for the Duke position and the gender-ambiguous Zhao orphan, Zhao Qingyi, were they not around them?

And neither of them was him, Qing Jun, or little Qian’er?

Then what was the sword that Qing Jun, who had spent four years Ascending, complained to him about in private, the sword that she couldn’t draw all this time?

The sword she spoke of, which emitted a piercing silver-white light, was it this one before him?

And was it the legendary Tai Huang?

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, the silver glint from the sword in his hand shining into his eyes.

But there was no sign of anything extraordinary, no sense of stinging... it was just that his eyes had stared too long and felt a bit sour.

Zhao Rong’s face remained calm, his eyes unblinking.

But inside the Heart Lake, it was anything but calm.

The waters of his Heart Lake surged tumultuously.

At this moment, his mind raced with thousands of thoughts.

No wonder Zhao Rong was so full of worry and doubt.

Since regaining his memories on his wedding night, from an outsider’s perspective, the coincidences and enigmas he discovered upon recalling his past were simply too numerous.

And several months ago, Lin Wenruo mentioned a Zhao Qingyi who happened to be the same age as them.

Moreover, Zhao Rong, as if reborn, had regained memories of a past life. Although he had accepted the reality of being untalented in Cultivation compared to Qing Jun, he didn’t at all resemble the so-called ’son of destiny.’

But inertia from his past life’s thinking still led him to harbor a protagonist-like self-view, as Zhao Rong had never forgotten the strange sword harbored within his soul, the Sword Spirit named Gui.

Back when he regained his memories half a year ago, he even regarded this as a special advantage, akin to a golden finger in a novel, useful for showing off and putting others in their place.

The result...

Well, apart from gaining a foul-mouthed, yin-yang, and lazy Sword Spirit, it was utterly useless.

Every time he had to demonstrate his powers in front of others, it was solely up to Zhao Rong to exhaust himself...

Regardless, this unique golden finger still gave Zhao Rong an unexplainable confidence and self-satisfaction.

So, when he first heard that there was a lost progeny from Fu Yao’s selection for the Duke position, Zhao Rong shamelessly leaned towards it, thinking first of himself, Qing Jun, and Qian’er.

Only, Zhao Rong gradually realized that the identity of this Zhao Qingyi seemed to be more of a curse than a blessing, in fact, it was extremely dangerous.

However, by that point, he found it somewhat difficult to distance himself, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt... it was indeed fraught with doubts.

Why had his mother insistently demanded that he marry into another family without explanation, disregarding Zhao Rong’s prospects as a Confucian Scholar?

Thinking carefully now, could there truly be such a heartless mother in this world? Even if such a person existed, had he been lucky enough to encounter one?

Before regaining his past life memories, Zhao Rong thought his mother was biased, favoring Qing Jun, and had wanted him to be accommodating by marrying into the family.

After regaining his past life memories, Zhao Rong felt it was because his mother shared his progressive views and didn’t care much about the status of marrying into a family, simply wishing for him and Qing Jun to have a successful childhood sweetheart romance.

But now it seemed there was another deep meaning to it.

Right, and then there was Teacher Fang.

Back in Great Chu, he seemed to have intentionally or otherwise advised Zhao Rong to stay, to not run away from home, and proactively sought reconciliation with Qing Jun.

On regular days, this mentor was quite concerned about Zhao Rong’s relationship with Qing Jun.

Afterward, the recommendation letter to enter Linlu Academy was just timely handed over to him by Teacher Fang.

And in Zhao Rong’s memory, Teacher Fang was originally a private tutor at Great Chu’s Duke Mansion’s academy.

He was also the one who first taught him and Qing Jun, as well as little Qian’er.

Later, out of the kindness for this mentorship, the Jingnan Duke’s Mansion worked it out, and coupled with Great Chu’s need for Confucian Scholars at that time, Teacher Fang successfully entered the newly built Imperial College by the State Preceptor.

Subsequently, Qing Jun and Qian’er chose to continue their Cultivation and gave up on studying.

Zhao Rong, however, entered the Imperial College of Great Chu to continue learning Confucianism under Teacher Fang.

So... was Teacher Fang also involved, aware of certain things?

Furthermore, Qing Jun’s father, who had never returned, ah yes, Zhao Rong’s father-in-law in name, as well as his own father.

Both men had never appeared.

All these signs were indeed very suspicious.

The Zhao Qingyi, burdened with a unique destiny, and seemingly with a clichéd past of deep-seated vengeance, was he really among the three of them?

Was it him, with his inferior physique, or was it Qing Jun, with her exceptional Cultivation Talent, or perhaps the little Qian’er hiding behind them both?

Or maybe... it wasn’t any of the three of them at all!

They could just be a smoke screen planted by those old retainers from Fu Yao’s selection for the Duke position, a target set up on the small Wangque Continent, and an Eye-blocking Technique ready to be thrown out at any moment.

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