My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 728 - 445 Cliffside Woman

Du You East City, atop a seaside cliff.

A woman sat barefoot on a bluestone.

Her skirt was a brilliant red, spread out beside the stone.

At the hem where it dragged on the ground, unintentionally, two small sections of frost-white toes peeked out.

They were symmetrically aligned.

The toes, revealed beneath the skirt, were proportionate and delicate, round and pale as if sculpted from cream.

Ten toes were painted with crimson Dou Kou, slightly curled and huddled together like meticulously carved rubies, exquisitely petite.

Only occasionally, a few grains of sand found themselves stuck between the gaps of the big toes.

If someone with a penchant for feet were present, they would surely worry secretly, fearing the sand grains might puncture the delicate skin.

At this moment, however, the owner of these jade feet seemed unconcerned, having apparently just walked barefoot across the beach and climbed the cliff with her shoes in hand.

Alongside the bluestone, one lay horizontally, the other vertically; two red embroidered shoes were placed, with a ball of crumple, snow-white foot wrap stuffed inside each.

On the cliff, only the sound of the sea breeze rustling through the woman’s black hair could be heard.

Just then,

The aligned feet revealed under the skirt shifted; the right foot’s sole pressed onto the ground, the toe suddenly lifted, her big toe curling downward, and then...

She surreptitiously scratched the itchy spot on the top of her left foot.

That moment was fleeting, and the next second, the playful, charming feet resumed their original position.

The woman in the striking red dress sat on the bluestone, her legs together, left hand propped on her thigh, palm supporting her small lotus-shaped face.

At this time, the young-looking woman appeared indolent, yawning while covering her mouth with the four fingers of her left hand.

Meanwhile, her right hand played with a wine-red small sword.

The small sword was quite tiny, seemingly lightweight, fluttering through her fingers like a butterfly amongst flowers.

After she finished yawning, the woman’s fine teeth grazed her red lips.

She shifted her charming gaze, continuing to lazily size up the distant Great River Estuary.

This woman atop the cliff under the moonlight seemed to be in the prime of her youth.

Lotus-shaped hairpins, willow-like delicate hair buns.

A floral hairpin with a pearl dangled from the bun, its red tassels complementing her hair beautifully.

Her almond-shaped eyes were vivid and incredibly beautiful, slightly lifted at the corners, seductive and captivating.

However, upon a closer look, a kind of playful indifference was hidden deep within the woman’s eyes, a distant coldness that kept others at bay.

Simply put, her demeanor was more fitting than that of some foolish little Fox Demon for appearing in an old forest on a rainy night, executing a Beauty Trap or such.

Because this woman resembled a rose with thorns; alluring to men yet capable of devouring them alive at any moment, hiding unknown dangers within.

Whereas if a certain Fox Demon of the Su surname were to appear in such a setting, it would truly be out of naivety, seeking romance...

At this moment, if Zhao Rong were on this seaside cliff, he would certainly remember the outward charm and inner coldness in the eyes of the woman on the bluestone, and he would be profoundly affected...

Now, the woman’s eyes reflected a grand seascape.

The Li River, which stretches from the south to the north of Wangque Continent, irrigating countless lands and nurturing myriad aquatic lives, ran through Du You City, splitting it into East and West Cities, and here, it finally met the ocean.

A magnificent long bridge, not far from the Li River’s estuary, connected Du You East City and West City.

The bridge, like a quiet gate, stood at the Great River Estuary. Every drop of Li River water, every shrimp and fish had to pass beneath it before they could see the ocean.

No one knew when this bridge was built, and it had been crossed by countless carriages and pedestrians of Du You City.

The body of the bridge was covered with imperial plaques sent from hundreds of dynasties at the foot of Wangque Mountain, and countless scholars had left their calligraphic treasures, old stories, and honors.

Among them, the earliest plaque hanging at the highest point of the bridge.

The plaque read "Here the Jiao Dragon was born."

The characters were standard, upright yet deliberately rigid. freewēbnoveℓ.com

No one had signed the plaque, and its origin was unknown, but the people of Du You City, following the lead of the plaque, had always called it the Dragon Bridge, a name that has persisted to this day.

Below the Dragon Bridge, a rusty ancient sword hung in the middle of its arched underside.

The rusty sword, exposed to the humid sea breeze over the years, was spotted with rust, occasionally shedding flakes, trembling in the sea breeze with a slight creaking sound as if it could fall any moment, but...it did not fall, remaining suspended above the heads of countless aquatic creatures...

Atop the cliff, this ’red-lipped, red-clothed, lotus-faced’ woman was quite mesmerized.

From her vantage point, the North Sea was vast, the Li River delicate, with the turbulent, muddy river water violently crashing against the blue waves at the bridge under the estuary...

She knew all too well, it was not just the muddy waves within this straight, cascading Li River that were so frenzied.

From purity to turbidity is easy, but from turbidity to purity, how difficult is it?

This vastness of sea and sky, how can one ascend to it?

The barefoot woman suddenly started giggling.

"Hehe—" her giggles sounded like the crisp ringing of a silver bell.

At first, her laughter was slight, like an unconscious giggle.

But then, as if she remembered something hilariously funny, her laughter grew louder and more joyful, until she was breathless.

"Hehehe... hahahahaha..."

The barefoot woman’s fragrant shoulders quivered as she closed her eyes, held her stomach, and laughed joyously, wiping away some clear tears with the back of her hand.

At one moment, she suddenly tipped on her toes, used the momentum to jump straight up.

Her figure was incredibly agile.

The cute bare feet made a soft ’click’ sound as they landed firmly back on the "blue stone" where she had been sitting.

Without the cover of her red skirt, the "blue stone" was not blue at all; in fact, most of the stone was blood-red and damp, vivid as if just taken out of a blood pond...

Thus, the barefoot woman stood defiantly on the blood-red stone against the sea wind, her body clad in a red dress.

Her face still had an abnormal flush from her laughter.

The sea wind blew fiercely.

The woman’s skirt fluttered wildly, and her black hair flew about her face, momentarily hiding the flush on her cheeks, making it impossible to make out her expression.

Only her striking eyes remained incredibly bright in the dark but then abruptly closed.

On the dark cliff, the barefoot woman stepped on the stone to ascend higher, her hands behind her back, eyes shut, chest proud, head tilted back, taking a deep breath.

In the seaside wind, she smelled not only the salt but also a rust-like scent that emanated after a heavy rain.

In the darkness, the barefoot woman took several more deep breaths, as if a bit intoxicated.

This was something she did every time she came to this cliff top.

The burning stench of blood mixed in the sea breeze was something she was profoundly familiar with and would never forget.

They came from the countless water demons of Wangque Continent.

In the distance, beneath the magnificent seascape at the Great River Estuary, were innumerable white bones of the water demons.

The muddy yellow river water roiled and surged, covering but never diluting the dripping fresh blood.

The countless water demons of Wangque Continent had not seen the sea for six thousand years...

The barefoot woman tiptoed, eyes shut and head back, her skirt flying in the sea breeze.

As she somewhat pathologically reveled in the familiar scent of blood, the pale red small sword fluttering between her right fingers suddenly trembled violently!

The barefoot woman turned suddenly.

For a split second, her large, beautiful almond-shaped eyes seemed to turn into a pair of cold, vertical pupils—an odd spectacle that vanished in a flash. Upon a closer look, the woman’s eyes were still beautiful and charming, but now, she was staring fixedly at a certain part of Du You East City, not blinking.

No one knows how long it had been.

The barefoot woman slowly turned around, her almond eyes narrowing slowly.

"Summer Insect Pavilion..."

The next second, her figure disappeared abruptly, leaving only a murmur lingering in the sea breeze.

The dark cliff top was empty as if nothing had happened, silent and still...

However, a second later, a figure in a red dress with the familiar bare feet suddenly returned to the same spot, standing on the blood-red stone as before.

The barefoot woman had returned.

She looked around, then lightly jumped off the stone, reaching for her abandoned red embroidered shoes.

The barefoot woman put her hands behind her back, her face calm, fitting into her red embroidered shoes, her right toe nudging the ground, slipping on both shoes.

She nodded in satisfaction, and the next second, her figure vanished once again.

This time, she did not return...

This cliff is called Dragon Blood Cliff.

Once upon a time, a True Dragon splattered blood on the cliff’s stones.

The rusty sword under the distant Dragon Bridge has an interesting name.

Summer Insect.

It has hung there for six thousand years.